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Lucas "Kaijin no Soki" O'Connell

"I've no reason to care about you, just die.."

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a character in “Soul Killers- The Demons within.”, as played by Soki

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Name: Lucas "Soki" O'Connell

age:29

Height:6'4"

Weight:200 Ilbs

Nationality: Japanese

Ethnicity: Irish

Sexuality: Pansexual

Affiliation: Middle Class

Occupation: Thief

History: Lucas was orphaned at age ten, his mother and father killed by some street thug looking to make a quick score, and for no other reason than the desire to kill them, leaving him with a deep seated anger and sorrow which has marked him all his life. After the death of his parents he went to live with his older brother; Dante somewhere on the outskirts of Solice city. A small house, much too large for two people, here he was raised. Through his childhood and most of his adulthood due to his status, being middle class and all, he never wanted for anything, nor did his constant fights get him into much trouble. So because of this Lucas began an occupation of crime (The Irony?), it started small when he was younger, small things from stores; picking peoples pockets; nothing to really give notice at all, but as he grew older and the thrills grew duller; his crimes grew bolder, ranging from priceless jewelry, to even famous art; Lucas was nothing short of an adrenaline junky with a silent personality, but because of his natural skills as a fighter through years of using his crimes payoff to train with masters of different martial arts, as well as being able to get into places unseen, and unheard it was only a matter of time before the organization got wind of him, upon coming to him; he wasn't sure about joining, figuring he was in trouble of sorts, seeing they knew what he did in his spare time; though he had no chance to escape, as they knocked him out and transported him to the Organization, upon awakening he was given an injection; and because of that simple injection his entire life had all but changed, a random group of men had kidnapped him and turned him into some Guinea-pig though he wasn't complaining, with new powers, came a new desire to compete for no other reason then the thrill of a fight, and the release of all his emotions in a battle of life or death.

Personality:Lucas is usually a smart-ass, when he's not just staying quiet and listening to others; using this as an advantage to gain the upper-hand in whatever he might need too. Though behind the smartassness, and the quiet nature is a deep seated rage, and sorrow that has been burning at his core for most of his life; and only seems to be unlocked during his transformation, which has given him a peace of mind of sorts, allowing him to seemingly act calm and normal when around others, well other then plotting how best to use them to forward his own needs.

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Soul:During his transformation his hair loses all pegmination and grows several inches longer then normal; gaining twin blades that each hold a special appearance as well as meaning, and a suit of ancient Japanese samurai armor. The first is a giant red broadsword, having no name, or one that isn't known at least. The sword itself is a blade of pure anger and hatred, the steel cuts like fire, burning anything in it's way on contact, his second blade Lamentation is the sorrow he feels in his life, and harnesses it fully; the blade is living darkness, coating his entire appearance in just that giving him an edge in darkened rooms and night battles; the sword itself seems to sap the will to live from the person who is cut, and depending on the exact emotion during the transformation decides which sword will be at it's strongest. Regardless of which blade is stronger his reflexes are also superb, as well as his agility, though he is no way the fastest, he is sure not the slowest when it comes to a fight; his strength is also good, from wielding twin heavy blades, has given him a greater strength then most; rounding him out to be a perfect killer of sorts.

Weakness: Due to his duel nature during the transformation, and the two elements that have always battled to coexist he is easily considered a berserker in this state, continuously, and sometimes mindlessly charging directly into the face of battle without a care for personal well-being which in it's entirety is the one true weakness of his soul.



Battle Theme:Cries in Vain

So begins...

Lucas "Kaijin no Soki" O'Connell's Story

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Character Portrait: Axl Nui Koi Character Portrait: Kyra Anderson Character Portrait: Aarin Mataya Character Portrait: Asher Evans Character Portrait: Eva Masato Character Portrait: Kamina Harina Character Portrait: Annabell Pyke Character Portrait: Chester Pyke Character Portrait: Elizabeth Sorrow Character Portrait: Lucas "Kaijin no Soki" O'Connell Character Portrait: Hinata Character Portrait: Noah Winss
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#, as written by Damioa
Solice city. Sunday 8:00 pm.
July 18, 2013
Location: Warehouse.
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It was a night of laughter. A night of boredom. Basically, it was a dreaded night because it was the night before Monday, and no one likes Mondays. As for you. Maybe this is a night of excitement. A night of fear. A night that will change your life forever. Well.... if you don't think it'll change your life forever, then your wrong. You are about to take the plunge into a new world. Can't really say it's a beautiful one, but it is one full of riches, fame, power, and of course death. It's simple really. Pay attention to the words of the hunter's. They are your friends but they might also be your potential killers. Let's not get to deep into that shall we? Let's talk about your introduction. I'm sure you've met him. The man in the suit. Or the man at the bar. Or the man that just happens to bump into you. That man, is known as a scout. He's searching for talent. Not just any type of talent. He picks a person with talent based on their soul. You don't believe me? Well that's why your here isn't it? To find out if the man was crazy? To find out if you should take the injection that was inside that needle? All will come to light. The first being the fact that the man was right. But,.....He didn't tell you the price. Most people don't when they want something from you. Hehehe. Anyway. Tonight you learn, what they want you to learn. Then, you decide for yourself whether it's worth it. Or if your going to run, because truthfully, you can die and, even worse, loose your soul.
Prologue:

Axl Nui Koi
Axl walked on stage with his two team members. He was the center of attention as people were staring at him. You would think at a gathering like this, there would be noise of small competition being held, but there was silence. The tension was thick. So thick some people were actually having anxiety attacks. Axl could see everything through his cold stare that surveyed the crowd. 'They keep getting younger each month.' He thought to himself. Seeing faces of children probably barely starting their high school year. The current veteran number two, was a seventeen years old, but she progressed pretty fast. This gave him the impression that they think younger souls are a better show. He exhaled softly as a sigh that only his team could have. He flipped of his black hood to reveal his face. He glanced to his right and saw Asher, his right hand man and his damage dealer. He was calm as usual. Axl knew he probably thought ill of the fact that they were recruiting kids these day. Then, without moving his head, he looked at Eva. He couldn't really tell what she was thinking based on her lazy look. It had different effects on people. Some people were scared of her cause she was ruthless in battle. Others just thought she was lazy. As for Axl, he thought she was just bored but, then again, she could be all three of those things at once. He looked back at the crowd with cold eyes and started to speak.

"Welcome," He said in a low uninterested but stern voice, to express his authority and his lack of feelings for people in the crowd. "All of you are probably wondering why your here. Well, if your here then you must know your reason already. You were promised fame, fortune, and power. Everything you've ever wanted in your wildest dreams. You came here hoping for that miracle and I'm pretty sure about 90 percent of you think its a load of crap. Let me tell you something. It isn't. If you haven't realized i......" He was cut off by someone in the crowd. "What do you mean it isn't? I was given this weird vaccination gun and I can't even use it. This is bullshit. I'm pretty sure everyone here agrees with me. Right!!!?"

Axl let out another sigh and lightly said, "Asher." Of course he knew what to do. He had to transform and quickly knock that guy unconscious before Eva lost her temper at the kid. He was probably only 17. No need for him to die tonight. Just had to knock him out and throw him somewhere after the organization erased his memory. Asher would handle it better than Eva. She'd probably kill him. He made sure to pay close attention to the crowd. He was slightly happier. With Asher's transformation and in-human speed, mixed with the knockout he dealt to the kid, his point wouldn't have to drag on forever. Once in a while he would get people like this guy. People that would help his point prove more realistic. He than continued with his speech. "As I was saying. If you haven't realized it yet. The injection guns you received, or 'Soul Re-leaser', as we call it, are locked and can not be used. That is because I don't want people who don't know the rules walking around with this type of power without hearing the rules. I will not answer questions. You will pay attention. I'm sure you understand. If you don't. We don't care." He waited for Asher to go back to normal and rejoin him on stage. "My colleague here just used a power called soul release to activate a soul form. Anyone who takes the injections can achieve a form like this. Each form is different. It depends on your soul. Everyone's is different. That is all you need to know about that. The next topic is why do you have to release your soul and achieve this form. Well that's simple. You all will compete in a competition for money. It's an underground sport, similar to cage fighting except no cage. You will fight it out with your powers and get prize money as well as what we call soul points. Usually we give out 5 but, since I'm feeling generous, I'm giving you lot 20." He didn't really feel generous. He was just tired of seeing newcomers die so quickly.

"When you run out of soul points three things can happen. One, you will be at the mercy of the victor. Two, the victor will control your soul and make you his servant. Three, you will run for your life and we, the hunters, will track you down and kill you. Once you inject yourself there is noway out. Noway besides death. So if you want to leave and forget about your dreams of fame, power, and riches, then you can go through the door to your right. There they will confiscate your soul injectors and send you back to your pitiful normal lives. You may do this now." He said waiting for people to leave. More than have the room left. He couldn't blame them. He basically just told them to sell their soul for hopes that could be taken away. It was better this way. Weak souls should leave so they live longer. He then turned to the remaining people. There was about 20 of them. He raised his left hand and clicked a button on what looked like a car alarm.

"Inject yourselves now." He waited while hearing the sound of moans and grunts. The injection is thicker than penicillin but the pain goes fast. After the noise was down he continued. "Now that you have released your soul you will spend the next day finding your trigger. Your trigger will help you to use your power. You have 5 days. On Friday you will receive a random message. Read it. You will show up at the location to fight your first match. There will be camera's around to make sure you don't run. If you run. We kill you. When you bet soul points, don't bet high. If you loose those points, I remind you, you are not in control of your life anymore. Last of all. Don't let people see you using your power. If you do. We will kill you. This is the contract. Fulfill and live longer. You can buy your freedom after 20 matches. If you have the money. Depends on how valuable you are. It also depends on if you want to stop. After your first match you will receive not only messages about your matches but others matches as well. When you leave, go to the door on the left. You will do a medical screening and blood drawing. Then you are free to go home." After this he left having Asher and Eva follow him. His job for the night was done. He knew he sparked up many questions in the crowds heads but it was better that he just gave them the just of things. The less people know, the easier it is to sleep at night. That's at least what he thought.
Prologue end.

Part 1. The hardest hunt. The hunters gather to do their job. You on the other hand, think about what happened on Sunday and try to find your trigger before your first match. The date is Wednesday, July, 21.
(ooc: Everyone can post after Asher, the second GM post)

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Axl Nui Koi Character Portrait: Kyra Anderson Character Portrait: Aarin Mataya Character Portrait: Asher Evans Character Portrait: Eva Masato Character Portrait: Kamina Harina Character Portrait: Annabell Pyke Character Portrait: Chester Pyke Character Portrait: Elizabeth Sorrow Character Portrait: Lucas "Kaijin no Soki" O'Connell Character Portrait: Hinata Character Portrait: Noah Winss
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Day: WEDNESDAY - 6/21/13
TIME: 8:30 PM
Location: HQ, Solice City


Asher walked through the hallway, not even bothering with the passing familiar colleagues. This was a matter of important business, something that the Hunters need to take care of ASAP. No buts, ifs, waits, or whatever. They need to do it now. It's evening, probably the perfect setting for a "Bringer of Bad News" scenario, and that's what Asher is in right now. The bad news? It's to be revealed soon enough. However, Asher needs to get to the person who he has to reveal the information to.

It's not hard to find Axl. Usually he's in his office, doing something. Paper work, jotting down notes in modifying this silly contest, etc. Asher has some papers with him as well, those related to this bad news mentioned in the earlier paragraph. Not even bothering to knock, Asher opened the door to see Axl in his chair, the computer monitor covering his face. "Axl." Asher began. "We have some bad news here." A large understatement, Asher. "Some bad news" doesn't cut it. His mind chastised him, something Asher had done in order to better himself at martial arts.

"We have something... new here. We have a 'Rogue Soul Killer.' The guy kills anyone, and I mean anyone. He's killing any person that we give to him as a challenge or who was sent as a challenge himself. Not just a quick death; it'll be usually a brutal one. Signs of torture and stuff, you know- Law & Order, NCIS, that kind of stuff." Asher explained. "He won't stop when winning a fight against any Soul Killer that wagers short of all his or her Soul Points; he'd kill them anyway. There are also reports of the guy murdering anyone out of the Soul Killer contest as well." Asher dropped the files on the desk, his mind being reminded about all those crime investigation shows. "I haven't told Eva, yet. Of course, I think you'll report this to her as well. I believe that this would be a job for the Hunters." Saying that last statement, Asher couldn't help but smirk. Not in a sadistic way, but knowing that he's stopping more pointless murders,

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Character Portrait: Axl Nui Koi Character Portrait: Kyra Anderson Character Portrait: Asher Evans Character Portrait: Eva Masato Character Portrait: Kamina Harina Character Portrait: Annabell Pyke Character Portrait: Chester Pyke Character Portrait: Lucas "Kaijin no Soki" O'Connell
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#, as written by Damioa
Axl sat in his office. He was going through files on his computer to check up on the newcomers blood and compatibility test. He had five name's that really spiked his interest. The first was Kamina Harina. He liked this kid. Reminded him allot of himself. He was born in the slums. He had allot of warrants out for his arrest. Well, not anymore. Contenders only face one law, the hunters, any other form of law had to be cut. So Axl proceeded to erase all of his criminal records. 'Fresh start kid. Don't waste it.' He thought to himself.
The next names were the Pyke twins. Annabell and Chester. Tragic story with them. Grew up rich and had everything stolen from them, but still, they fought on. The interested him to say the least and he himself, who was family oriented, was very accepting of their goal.
'Hmm.' He thought as he scrolled names. 'Lucas "Soki" O'Connell. Master thief. Hehe. Orphaned at age ten. Took care of himself anyway he could till now huh. Should be a good fighter. He might even be strong and daring enough to join our ranks. I'll have to keep a mental not of him.' He thought while jotting down notes. The notes weren't of people but of little things. Like what type of fighting style he predicted they would have. It was his job after all to hash out fights for the new ones until they earn the right to challenge people. He gave a rough sigh and scratched his head. Thinking about why, out of all the extra jobs, did he get that one. He shruged it off and looked at the last name on the list of female newcomers.
Kyra Anderson. She joined because she needed money for school. She looked innocent but if the organization picked her then she must've had some potential. He was reading through the profiles when suddenly Asher came storming in, looking like one of those t.v. cops that had just picked up a case. Asher's secondary job was to scout problems afterall, so this didn't really faze Axl. "What's wrong?" He said in his usual calm tone.
"We have some bad news here." Asher said in an urgent tone. Axl gave a light chuckle. "Is it ever good?" He asked, not really looking for a response. "What is it?" He said as he stood up from his chair grabbing his sword, the Kusanagi.
"We have something... new here. We have a 'Rogue Soul Killer.' The guy kills anyone, and I mean anyone. He's killing any person that we give to him as a challenge or who was sent as a challenge himself. Not just a quick death; it'll be usually a brutal one. Signs of torture and stuff, you know- Law & Order, NCIS, that kind of stuff." Asher said using his usual comparisons. He always did have a will to take down evil. Axl didn't mind. Asher was a good partner and a huge damage dealer. Axl thought of himself as the speed and Eva as the finishing touch. "So what." He said coldly. "People always die in this competition. Sometimes in a real gruesome way. That's how it is." Axl knew there was more. Asher wouldn't barge in if there wasn't.
"He won't stop when winning a fight against any Soul Killer that wagers short of all his or her Soul Points; he'd kill them anyway. There are also reports of the guy murdering anyone out of the Soul Killer contest as well." Asher said while dropping files on Axl's desk. That's all he needed to know. Whenever paperwork was involved, Asher did his homework, and there was nobody that could gather info like him. Axl thought he could if he tried, but that would mean boring work and Asher seemed to like it.
Axl and Asher left the office and continued to talk. "What about Eva?" Axl asked. "Does she know?"
"I haven't told Eva, yet. Of course, I think you'll report this to her as well. I believe that this would be a job for the Hunters." Asher replied. Axl smiled at this. He liked his cliche hero of justice attitude. Everyone that worked for the organization had something that helped them feel like they weren't doing dirty work. Even him.
He didn't say anything. He just led Asher outside where he knew Eva would be. That's where she had been since Sunday when work ours happened. "Eva." He said, looking at the woman who seemed to hate wearing clothes with calm eyes. "Let's go."
He wasn't much for debriefing and Eva wasn't much to care what the job was. They headed off to the location of the Rouge Soul Killers home. He had Asher brief her along the way. "This guy is a rabid dog. We are the poatchers. Prepare to kill him." He spoke in a dreadful tone. He always did this. He had to make sure that they were ready to take another persons life once more.

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#, as written by Soki
Well Sunday had been quite a day, brought to an organization, given an injection and told they'd get a message when it was their turn to fight. Luke really didn't know how to take that, considering most of his life he spent in the shadows, and now brought to the light, well let's just say he wasn't exactly completely excited about it. Well it had been three days since then, Wednesday; such great fun to be told that they needed to find they're trigger, or some sort to bring out their soul. This again made no sense, but he wasn't going to argue. His thoughts being interrupted from a ringing noise; causing him to stir from his bed. "what.." He mumbled sleepily, noticing it was an alarm clock, that had probably been going on for hours now. He pushed it off the table causing it to stop as he just let his arm hang off the bed, his face in his pillow. "to early to get up...the moon's not even that high in the sky yet." He whined to himself. Though with some more huffing and groaning he forced himself out of his bed and into the shower.

After his shower, and some food, he found himself staring at an old picture of his family, at least before the death of his parents, eight years old Luke, in the middle being playfully smothered by his older brother, with his father and mother laughing in the background. He never use to let his emotions get to him overly, but for some reason this simple picture made his heart heavy. A cold shift in the air, or maybe it was just him, his head feeling with massive amounts of sorrow, and hatred causing a shift in his whole perception of things, a shift that began to take total control. Before he could realize what exactly was going on, the change had already happened; his soul form.

He looked at his hands, the gauntlet covered fingers of his new self, and the heavy weight upon his back. He reached behind him grasping two hilts in both hands and pulling them free, which in turn revealed his weapons. A oriental broad sword with Japanese wave patterns on the blade, in his left, and an unassuming red broad sword in his right. "This...this is me now.." He said this in a calm voice, before he scowled heavily swinging both blades and cleaving the shelve and picture in half. "Damn you...Damn you both! Why is it that you are my trigger, the sorrow, the sadness the absolute hatred of you two being gone!" He screamed at the cut in half picture, his parents separated at the shoulder. He could do nothing but stare at it, sorrow filling his heart, and his mind as he let out a growl of rage and proceed to tear his own living room to shreds, swinging this way and that; his sword connecting with every single expensive thing he had ever bought himself form the scores of his jobs.

Once he completely "reinvented" his living room, he let the sorrow fade, shifting back to normal his head bowed, but as he looked up at the mirror, all he could see was a smile on his face. "I found it.." He said to himself as he punched the priceless mirror from some ancient dynasty or some such, and walked towards the door ditching his place, but not before locking it; all his stuff may had been cut to pieces, but it was still his stuff; no need to risk some rival thief ripping him off. He had left his little condo for the streets of Solice city, deciding to treat himself to something or another after finding his trigger so easily. A nice walk would do him some good as well, nothing beat a nice quiet relaxing walk, or something like that; there wasn't much quiet to be had; but he could make do with just a walk, losing himself in the loud city noise, was just as good; and besides he still had all the time in the world until the message would come, hopefully.

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Character Portrait: Annabell Pyke Character Portrait: Chester Pyke Character Portrait: Lucas "Kaijin no Soki" O'Connell
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♡~Annabell and Chester Pyke~♥



Day: WEDNESDAY - 6/21/13
TIME: 8:36 Pm
Location: The Streets, Solice City

"I truly don't understand what's wrong with you, brother. Maybe you're just not smart enough to be a warrior..." Annabell tool a small leap over a crack in the pavement and continued to tease. "Oh well.. There can only be one hero in each family, right? I guess I'm it..." Chester took a sad looking glance at her before letting out a heavy sigh. From Anna's perspective, he still seemed pretty upset at what happened to the warehouse hours ago. Even after they left and got all cleaned up and agreed to never mention it again, he was still upset. But that wasn't the only reason Chester remained quiet. He was still very concerned for his own life, and perhaps Anna's as well. What if he did end up dying? Would Anna be left alone in the world? No, he couldn't stand the thought of that. He was the one who saved her all those nights ago, he was the one who did all the hard work into the 'family...' Why couldn't he at least shoot fireballs or transform? Chester let out a tired sigh.

Annabell was too busy watching the cracks in the pavement to notice him sulking. 'One..two...three...' She counted to herself. It was a fun game, if not a superstition. She almost looked like she was dancing from all the steps she was taking. She was having a good time until noticing that Chester wasn't playing along. He remained silent, and almost purposely stepped on every crack in the path. Anna arched her eyebrows, stopped playing her game and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I was only teasing with ya. We're gonna find your triggers, and everything's gonna be fine." Annabell reached up and grabbed his chin tightly. She forced it to move up and down while she put words into his mouth."Alright Anna, I'll listen to you because you are the smartest girl in the universe and I love you." Annabell chuckled to herself and planted a kiss on her brother's cheek. After all that, Chester couldn't help but to smile. Still though, he remained silent. He wanted to think for a while.

Smack.

Annabell walked right into stranger, and it sent her falling back. Chester's eyes widened as he got down onto the ground beside her, Checking her forehead and everywhere else to end up confirming there was no damage. Well, physically."Anna, Anna are you alright?" The male twin asked, concern heavy in his voice. But Anna grumbled a few cusses and rubbed her cheek before shouting at the man. "Watch where you place your steps! You could have hurt someone, you know!" She protested loudly, the concern for herself (and perhaps others..?) made perfectly clear. Chester helped her up, only for her to continue shouting at him. "Haven't you ever looked ahead of yourself you dumb twat? You keep daydreaming all the time and that'll be the the last thing you ever do!"Annabell's voice almost sounded threatening to the man. Before, Annabell would have never screamed at a stranger, Especially one as tall as he. But.. perhaps her new powers.. Maybe they gave her an extra ounce of confidence. All the more reasons for why Chester wanted them.


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#, as written by Soki
Luke's walk had been going wonderfully, or it had been until some small girl ran smack into him, causing him to take a step back to regain his footing as he sighed. "So much for a quiet day" He thought. He offered a friendly smile and went to offer a hand, but stopped immediatly as the girl began to yell at him. His left eye twitched slightly in annoyance. Once the girl finished, and got it out of her system he only raised a hand. "Before you continue, just quiet down; it was an accident on both parties, it's not like you were paying complete attention of where you were walking.

He then took a breath and shook a finger. "Second of all, you really should think about who you spat threats at, cause I don't mind putting loud mouths in their place." Luke than looked at the male bowed his head, and just side-stepped the two. "Now, if you'll both excuse me, I'm going to get back to my walk, it was quite enjoyable before this interruption." He didn't wait around to hear the girl spat more threats or curses, or even challenge him to a fight god forbid. He stopped at a corner looking from side to side. He couldn't imagine what would possess such a petite girl to threaten him, regardless of it right now with the power he'd found himself he could care less; taking a left at the corner which he paused at. "Foolish people..." He mumbled under his breath not even bothering to look behind him, cause she would have to be a complete idiot to follow after him, besides; now that he left them both behind a calmness had returned, and hopefully it would stay that way, least there be a second trigger, because if there was; He was sure that young girl would find it, and he'd rather not get in trouble for murder in anyway. He stopped for a moment and took a breath, looking up at the sky and sliding his hands in his pockets. "Wonderful silence of the mind.." He said to himself, causing a few passerby's to look at him strangely, to which he could only chuckle at; Luke had found one of his triggers, and because of it; he felt much better than any of this foolish people going about their lives like little drones in a hive. They never stopped, unless it was already planned in their life, if only it was easy to be like that. He leaned against a wall deciding that his walk was going so grand, that he'd just enjoy people watching for now; maybe he could catch sight of something fun to do, maybe someone rich walking around like a fool with a full wallet.

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♡~Annabell and Chester Pyke~♥



Day: WEDNESDAY - 6/21/13
TIME: 8:43 Pm
Location: The Streets, Solice City

Chester, the one who wasn't the one who got all flared up in the first place, was quite releaved to the that the stranger was completely understanding and didn't have any problems with his sister yelling furiously at him. And now, he could almost praise the man for leaving so calmly after such an event. Chester thought the event was over now and everyone could forget about it. Annabell, on the other hand..

"HEY! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, YOU..." Annabell trailed off, clenching her fists tight and shaking them like a spoiled child not getting what it wants. Chester, her tired and very annoyed brother, held on to her arms from behind and held on with all his might. "Anne, you know he didn't mean to run into you the first place. Be a gentlewoman." He ordered his sister, a look of anger clearly displayed on both of their faces( but for completely different reasons.) Anna let out a long huff and seemed to be calming down, standing up straight and attempting to pull her hair out of her face while her brother was gripping her arms so very tight. Chester noticed this and released his grip, relaxing his expressions and putting a hand on her shoulder. But in the blink of an eye, she was gone. Her feet had transformed back into hooves without him realizing and she was off. Chester stood with his eyes wide again, shocked first, than completely furious. He charged after her.

Fortunately, Anna kept to the shadows and continued to run behind buildings. At least she still has some sanity, Chester thought to himself. But he was only able to follow her for so long until she was out of sight. But another fortunate thing to happen was that the man hadn't gotten very far before they could catch up to him. Well, for Annabell anyway. For everyone else it was a horrible tragedy. Chester soon stood at the corner of a road. Unsure of which way the two went, he used 'innie-minnie-miny-moe', and went right.

Annabell, emerging from the shadows of an ally, quickly attempted to defeat the man here and now. She grabbed him by the arm, tugged hard (And with surprising strength) and attempted to throw him into the brick wall behind her. In the shadows, it might have been hard to perceive that it was the same petite girl; Not only because it was dark, but because she had just taken her soul form. Her eyes had changed to a glowing gold and were slit, while her hair might have shrunk an inch and colored blinding white.

"I challenge you to a battle. Accept it or die."

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Lucas once again had been enjoying his rest, until of course he was grabbed again but this time he felt strength behind the hand as she threw him towards the brick wall he reacted with good reflexes forcing his legs first and using them to spring to a fire escape flipping onto it and climbing all the way to the roof of the building. "Look as much as I'd love to teach you some manners, and to find you a nice goat boyfriend, I'm going to go ahead and get out of here before you draw to much attention to us so uh have fun with yourself!" He said pulling out three small pellets and tossing them hard at her, wither or not she was caught in the ensuing cloud of tear gas was another thing but it gave him time to start to run. This day hadn't gone exactly as planned. "Full girl! had to ruin it" He called angrily jumping to the next building over

He rolled the landing and planted his feet hard and started running again, he had really no idea of where he was going, just away. "Today, of all days, I just figure out my trigger and this little girl wants to fight, like it's my fault she was busy messing with that guy to see where she was going!" He continued to converse with himself anger starting to well inside as he pushed off the edge of another building as hard as he can to reach a smaller building with a lower roof. rolling towards the edge of the building grabbing the edge and dropping down to ground floor running right through the sliding door, and sliding behind one of the short aisles of things, he didn't pay attention to what was on it. "Damn girl, going out of her way to fight me; so ridiculous what do I look like a fucking idiot..." Lucas was covered in sweat panting a bit, feeling quite worn out after sprinting as fast as he could over rooftops. "People...think just because they gain power, means they can go out of their way to be cocky, such idiots; and people wonder why i constantly choose to do things alone.." He wiped the sweat from his brow, fixing up his hair that now laid flat on his head from sweat. "When I get a chance..I'm going to beat the living shit out of her.." He mumbled, not paying any attention to his surroundings except for a window; he was more worried with that girl finding where he went.

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Elizabeth grabbed a handful of the peanuts she had in a bowl under the counter, swiftly yet elegantly consuming them one by one. She was idly flipping through a fitness magazine—scanning over a section titled "10 Ways to Sneak In a Workout"—when the sliding glass doors opened, the welcome chime sounding.

Deigning to look up from the text in her hands, she saw a shady looking figure run through, the doors barely removing themselves from his path before he made his way in. Moving with great haste, the figure—obviously male with a fascinating hairstyle and choice in clothing—slid into one of the middle aisles, wiping sweat from his face and fixing up his hair. He seemed to be talking to himself.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes in curiosity. Something was odd about this one. Of course, working the night shift, she saw her share of the weirdos, hobos, and the like, but this guy was different. He was older than the usual riffraff, in his early 30's by her estimate, and he didn't look like a homeless man, a thief, or some random vagabond or miscreant. Elizabeth's eyes widened ever so slightly.

Interesting.

That gait, that lofty swagger. That air of confidence. Not to mention he had a certain... glow about him. A barely-noticeable luminescence. This guy was a Soul Killer. Again, interesting. She wasn't sure why she didn't recognize it upon first laying eyes upon him—perhaps he was a newly born. That would explain it. They were always harder to spot, especially for her.

The guy hadn't noticed her presence yet. She didn't take it personally. For some reason, people failed to mind her ubiety if they weren't actively looking for her. Perhaps it was a side effect of her general style of fighting. She pursed her lips at that, the closest facial expression to a grin she had in her arsenal, keeping her eyes on her guest.

A Soul Killer, running in here like that? Elizabeth looked back towards the glass door, taking in the scenery outside of the mini-mart. The parking lot was for the most part empty, with a single car parked next to a fueling station, its driver refilling its tank. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Grimacing, she looked back at her guest. He'd probably ran in here all sweaty and out of breath to get away from another Soul Killer, which means they were fighting—are fighting. She brought the fingers of her left hand together in such a way that her knuckles and joints popped faintly.

They better not do that shit in here.

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♡~Annabell and Chester Pyke~♥



Annabell was a little impressed- if not furious- that Lucas had not actually been injured by her attempt at throwing him at a wall. He had actually jumped off of the wall he was being thrown at, and landed on the fire escape. Seeing him not flying through the air anymore gave her the need to make him do it again. Her first instict as he gripped the metal bars was to do the exact same thing, but by the time she had grabbed onto them, he was already on the roof. Quick, she thought to herself. If it didn't make her feel even more angered towards him, it made her feel impressed. But now was not the time for emotion, as he had just thrown three pellets at the ground which quickly broke and filled the air around her in a white fog. Annabell's soul didn't attempt to escape the fog until her eyes began to water from it, her then letting out a small shrill of pain followed by the sounds of her feet swiftly clopping away to somewhere that didn't make her feel like dying.

Back behind the buildings and beside a giant brick wall, much time hadn't past since that little accident. She huffed a few times and watched as the man disappeared, jumping away from roof to roof. Annabell's anger towards him only grew, And she still felt that he owed her a proper fight.

Just as paced and fast as the man, Annabell ran in the shadows and secretively followed behind his. Hopefully, she had the element of surprise on her side once again. But just as quickly as a demonic grin grew, the shadow vanished. Annabell had no control of her monstrous legs at this moment and to stop, she had to crash land. Doing so she scraped herself quite badly. The only very noticeable difference though was her dress, being ripped to shreds at the end. She stood back up and hastily went back over towards where that shadow had disappeared. She knew he couldn't have made it to the next building over, as there was no fire escape on that side and the room was too high to jump from such a low level. And unless he could jump across cars, she didn't think he could/would cross the street. As soon as the idea came to mind that he was in this small grocery store. Perfect. In the blink of an eye, Annabell dodged around the corner, barely made it past the sliding glass doors without breaking through them, and slid down the isle that was directly in front. If she hadn't gotten down to her knees and and had her Claws's scratch across the ground, she might have crashed into something behind her and knocked it over. Luckily she had, and the only noise and sight giving her away were her scratches and clops against the ground. Carefully, anna stood back up and readjusted her stance, glancing around the small store and wondering to herself. "Just where the hell did he go?" Though as she only took a few steps throught the store, she already saw the lady standing behind the cash register, there with an unimpressed look upon her face. They both made eye contact for about a minute before Annabell looked away and back around the store for another moment. Annabell's soul huffed through her nose and began clopping away down the store, her search for the man quickly continuing.

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Luke could only let out a quiet groan; "She's here too?! why the hell won't she leave me alone!" He could hear her clopping around somewhere in the mini-mart checking his pockets to see which pellets he had left, and was saddened to notice they were only stink bombs. He bit his lip to stop himself from cursing loudly as he peeked around the aisle, thankfully it was clear; though he had no idea for how long; rolling to the next aisle only to peek around this one and see her. "oh fuck my life.." He mumbled in his native Irish accent, though he quickly covered his mouth and hid behind the aisle. "smooooth Lucas, 101 of being a master thief keep your mouth shut" He thought to himself. He didn't think he was going to get away this time; he had all but trapped himself in here, and regardless of it; he wasn't going to go soul-form even for this girl, "Hey over here you goat fucker!" He called out to her throwing the last two pellets at the ground in front of her feet....hooves whatever. the wafting stench would hit her soon; and would smell of the worse things she could possibly think of.

"That'll buy me enough time to get out of here." He thought to himself as he ran towards the counter with a woman at it throwing down some money. "Sorry about the scratches and the lingering stench that's gonna be here, that should cover it thank you!" He called to her as his foot landed first near the cash register and he boosted off it towards the back of the mini-mart. One he was back there his head turned this way and that looking for his only hope. "There!" He called out to himself and ran towards the fire door. Though it wasn't like he thought it was going to be as he slammed into it full speed only to be stopped as if he hit a wall. "Ouch.." He groaned pulling back and rubbing his shoulder. "Just my fucking luck...attacked by some cocky little girl with an ego, and no way out of here." He turned around and leaned against the fire door. "Fuck it, I'll fight her, can't do it in soul form though.." He continued to rub at his shoulder. "for sure dislocated; hopefully that tear gas did enough damage to her sight to get out of here without causing to much damage, I maybe rich...but i don't wanna spend all my money on rebuilding a fucking stop and shop.." He muttered to himself as he awaited the inevitable clop, clop of his young opponent chasing him down.

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Elizabeth Sorrow sighed. It was just as she'd thought.

God dammit.

When the horned creature burst through the sliding doors, Elizabeth brought her palm to her face. When the creature then proceeded to gouge out entire chunks of the store's tiling trying to come to a stop, she sighed, bringing her hand down from her face and doggy-earing the magazine page she was on. She didn't want to lose her place.

It was then that she and the horned Soul Killer met eyes. Elizabeth was not impressed. Another newbie. Couldn't they do this somewhere else? Elizabeth gave her a look that said "leave," hoping against hope that she'd take he hint. Of course she didn't, turning to clomp down one of the aisles. The older Soul Killer with the hair was an aisle down, hiding behind a section of organic chips. Elizabeth had spent hours painstakingly organizing those chips by brand and price a few days ago, and they were going to ruin it.

It was going to be one of those nights.

Still, nothing had exactly been broken yet. She could always buff those scratches out of the floor. If they'd just leave...

Suddenly, a plume of smoke exploded out from under the horned Soul Killer. Not a moment later, Elizabeth noticed the older Soul Killer hop up onto her counter like an acrobat. He dropped some cash and apologized to her for the damages. Damages? In response, she narrowed her eyes at him, but he didn't notice. He'd jumped through the air like a flying squirrel, headed for the emergency exit. Unfortunately for him, Elizabeth always kept that escape door chained shut. It was how thieves broke in the past four times.

The fire code be damned.

Sorrow closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb, slowly grinding her teeth in indignation at the audacity of these people. She tried to ignore them, she really did. These people were not worthy opponents, not yet. She didn't like to fight people who could not challenge her. Where is the fun in that? Where is the learning? The exchange of knowledge during combat?

But they were seriously pissing her off, flying around the room and bouncing off the walls like monkeys. At the moment, the older one seemed to be cornered in the back, and the horned one was clomping her way towards him, destroying the store in the process.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when the metal row that held the chip bags she had so meticulously placed in order fell on its side, spilling the chips and various other goodies all across the floor. The horned one stepped on them, crunching the bags underfoot, not caring for the damage she had caused.

Crunch.

Sorrow flinched.

Crunch.

She lowered her gaze, lips curling back from her teeth.

Crunch!

Something in Elizabeth's head snapped, like a rubber-band stretched past its limits. The facade melted away.

Fuck it.

With one hand to balance, Sorrow leapt over the counter, landing as softly as a cat, her heels making a muffled click upon contacting the damaged floor. Shadowing the horned Soul Killer, she discarded her apron, throwing it to the side. Before the offender could take another step, Sorrow grabbed her.

Her left hand grabbed the Soul Killer's arm, twisting and pulling backwards in one smooth motion. Simultaneously, she swung her right arm around the thing's neck, learning backwards with her entire body. It was a simple wrestling lock. The creature's arm was twisted painfully behind it—any further and the shoulder would be dislocated, thanks to the pressure she was applying at the neck. Their heads were close together now, but the creature had begun to struggle. It's hands were heating up, as if it were about to release some sort of... fire?

Sorrow smiled—it wasn't pretty. "I will accept this as your challenge to me," she whispered into the creature's ear.

What happened next occurred in a matter of moments. Sorrow delivered a deft kick to the back of the thing's leg, breaking its balance. Twisting at the waist, Sorrow was able to ride the momentum, swinging the creature up and over her shoulder—though she did not follow through. The creature was completely vertical now. Swiftly moving her arms to the thing's waist, she clamped down in a bear hug, mercilessly preventing any means of escape, and leaned backwards, completing the move.

A perfect Suplex.

Sorrow could hear the creature's skull smash into the fragile tiling of the mini-mart's floor—she was listening for it. That sound was it. That was what she lived for. That crunch of bone. That sharp intake of breath. The resulting blood-loss. She rolled to the side and got to her feet, quickly recovering her air of elegance by whipping her hair back over her shoulders with a curt flick of the neck. She licked her lips sensually.

It'd been way too long since her last fight.

The Soul Killer creature still seemed dazed, as it hadn't gotten up off the floor. Sorrow contemplated kicking it while it was down, potentially breaking some ribs, but that wasn't the objective—she wanted these people gone. Out of here. Now.

With one hand grabbing its horn and the other grasping a handful of the fabric that made up its outfit, Sorrow tossed the thing through the sliding front doors like a drunk through the doors of a pub, shattering the glass panes in the process. The creature rolled onto the rough unforgiving blacktop of the empty parking lot outside.

Sorrow followed, half-way stepping through the newly made glass hole in the wall.

"Get out." She uttered angrily. "AND STAY OUT!"

It was just one of those nights. And now for the other one...

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♡~Annabell and Chester Pyke~♥



Yellow eyes lit up as she finally spotted her beloved target. A faint smile tainted her lips as she saw him down on the floor, looking so helpless... It's just how she wanted him to be. But just as soon as she spotted him again, he aimed to throw yet another few of those small pellets. Anna stepped backwards and prepared for the tearing pain, but when sight did not hurt, scent did. Anna huffed and made a disgusted expression, shook her head and took a few steps back. That's when she realized it was exactly what he wanted her to do, and when she looked up to where he should have been, he was gone. She let out a frustrated groan and clenched her fists tight, just a bit more of her power being released into her physical form. Her hair grew just a tad longer and the aura surrounding her just grew a little more thick. But before it grew any bigger, she had actually took a look around and spotted the man by the cash register, throwing down.. objects and proceeding to run off. Annabell didn't have time to take another glance at the cash. She wanted that man. Dead or alive. She turned back around and began to walk towards him, her fists already staring to heat up. She was so ready to hold his head in the palm of her hands, being able to hold it like a trophy. Just to get it all over with now...

Anna's soul was so focused on the life of Lucas, she hardly even flinched at the falling of a certain metal wrack. She didn't look down as her hoofs trampled over certain potato chips and the scent of cool ranch began to fill the air. Not one moment did her eyes separate from her target, the want to fight boiling up inside of her. God, did Annabell ever feel so powerful in her soul form? Not as much as she did now. She felt as if she could take down an entire town- no, country. She felt as if she was the strongest living being alive... Well, until she had her arm bent in such a way that caught her attention for more than five seconds.

Annabell quickly recognized the lady to be the one that had exchanged looks with her in the beginning. What was she doing now? Before Anna could even realize it, the woman now had her arm wrapped around her neck so tightly and her arm bent so forcefully, she almost wanted to fight this one too. Quickly, feeling as if it was the best decision, at the moment, Anna's soul quickly channeled her power to her fists. They quickly began to heat up, but before they even reached room temperature, the woman eerily whispered into her ear;

"I will accept this as your challenge to me."

Something told Annabell that she should have never stepped on those chips. And as her legs were kicked in such a way that made her legs loose balance, something told Annabell that she should have never ran into the store in the first place. Annabell began to regret chasing down the man when her body was lifted over head head, and she wished that she had never gotten so angry at him in the first place when her head hit the ground into the tile. The girl, though her head should have been cracked and she should have been dead, got up so quickly that the blood couldn't get to her head fast enough. She was stuck in a haze that allowed her to keep a small balance, but not enough to keep the woman from throwing her out by the horns. She crashed through the glass door faster than it could open, and landed on her head once again.

By this time, almost all of Annabell's hatred and fury had left her body, and was now replaced by fear and a petrified look. Red began to drip down from her pinkish turning hair, Awful cuts and bruises literately covering her body. The now human formed Anna got back up to her feet and began practically running for her life- well, no. It wasn't her life she was running for. It wasn't because of the cuts and scars the ignorant girl was running away for. It wasn't because she realized now that she actually wasn't the strongest, even though she did. If it was all of those things, Annabell would have still have been furious and still attempt to fight it out. But now that Annabell's truly fought with-or, been beat up by- another soul killer, she knew now how wrong it was for her to attack the man in the first place. She got on to him for bumping into her on the street. However, when Annabell went into the store, she was practically coming into the woman's place and ruining everything. She was the reason things were broken and people were hurt- herself mostly, but it was still her fault. Guilt was the reason why Annabell left. Guilt was the reason why Annabell made a subconscious decision to never fight with an innocent soul again. Guilt was the reason why she came running to find her brother in the dead of night. Because in those few moments, Anna was taught something that should have been taught to her when her parents were burning in a fire.

Bad things happen when you mess with someone's fucking chips, Anna.

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With a yawn, George tapped the space bar on his keyboard twice, rousing his computer from its hibernation. It was a moment before his several screens flickered to life, bathing the dark room in their milky luminescence. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, George took a quick peek down at his phone, which he held in his hand. He'd fallen asleep at his desk in the other room not ten minutes ago while jotting down his observations for the day. The phone was the only reason he was awake right now.

It had alerted him to some activity. Good job, phone. Good job. He didn't want to miss a single second.

His computer prompted him for his password. He entered it with one hand with as much speed as a lesser man with three hands. His screens came to life then, each one displaying a different scene, as if he were a some sort of guard manning an enterprise security camera network. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking between the scenes. He had his monitors set up in a grid pattern on his wall—maybe twenty or twenty-five mid-size flat screens in total. Each one had a piece of tape stuck to it, which George had written on to remind himself which view was which.

The first screen showed what looked to be the front gates preceding a very large and ornate mansion. The road leading up to the gates was vacant at the moment, though there was a sentry supervising the only visible opening in the gate—where traffic was allowed to flow through. The tape on this monitor read: HOME FRONT GATES. George then looked at the fourth screen, skipping ahead. It seemed to be another perspective on the aforementioned gates. The tape on this monitor read: HOME FRONT GATES SIDE VIEW. There was no motion here either. Frowning, George looked back at his phone, tapping the screen.

"No way man. Don't tell me the spotter algorithm is effing up again" he grumbled, bringing the device closer to his face and squinting. He seemed to read something from the screen, something of import, because he hastily stuffed the device back into his pocket and started scanning his monitors again. "Her house," he mumbled, pointing to the first few screens. "Her usual routes," he continued, pointing to the some of the latter screens. "The mini-mar—"

His eyes and mouth went wide at the same time, an orgasmic expression overcoming his face. He pressed his head up close to the screen titled MMART DOME CCTV INSIDE VIEW. Eventually he was so close that his nose was mushed flat against the malleable LCD display. "Oh, there you are, my precious Lizzie. Working late tonight, are we?! ... Who is that guy?!" With a squeal that would make any pig proud, George hopped up from his seat, scrambling into the room from which he had just come, rifling through his things, searching for something. After about half a minute, he returned, carrying a notepad with markings on it. "Hmm, let's see, where did I leave off... today's Wednesday..." He flipped a few pages, folding them over the back of the notepad and sliding his finger down the front. "Six oclock, reading her favorite fitness magazine. Six fifteen, assisting customers..." He skipped down to the bottom of the notepad, his finger keeping his place. "Eight thirty, that local miscreant Dominic Albert and his loser friends try to steal liquor from my dear Lizzie..." He clenched his teeth at that, growling slightly and shaking his fist at the air. "I'll soon have them pay for causing my Lizzie undue trouble."

After calming himself, he reached over to his computer desk, grabbing one of the many disparate pens he had scattered all over the place. He spoke aloud as he wrote. "Nine O'one: weird man has appeared in the mini-mart during my Lizzie's shift." He looked back up at his screens, this time at a monitor labeled MMART DOME CCTV PARKINGLOT, before continuing his notes. "Parking lot is not empty. Someone is running towards the front doors—" He stopped writing abruptly, looking back up at the screen. His eyes did not deceive him as he had hoped. No, a Soul Killer had just appeared on the scene, and it was about to run straight into the store with Lizzie and the strange man.

"No!" He shouted at his screens, unconsciously standing. The pen and pad fell from his lap, sprawling across the floor in a most unceremonious fashion. "You're going to make her mad!" His voice sounded anguished. It didn't take long. As he'd predicted, the Soul Killer was flung from one screen to another to land painfully on the parking lot blacktop, a sight that made George snicker with amusement. Lizzie had thrown the thing out of the store. George watched as it reverted back to its human form, running for its life. He grinned, picking up his pad and writing furiously.

"My beautiful wonderful gorgeous magnificent studious sexy strong powerful mega awesome Lizzie kicked a Soul Killer's ass today! On my TV! Just for me!"

He couldn't control himself. He threw his pen and pad over his shoulder, spinning in his chair like a child, squealing. "Weeeeee! My Lizzie is so smart and strong and cool. She'll probably erase any footage of the short skirmish. God, my wifey. Marry me~e!" He leapt from his chair, sending the poor thing to spin off towards the other end of the room and crash on its side. He pressed his face against the monitor again—the one that displayed Elizabeth Sorrow looking over her messed up store.

The mystery man seemed to have made his escape after that other Soul Killer got shown what for. George brought his hands up to the front of the screen, pressing against the image of Elizabeth as if he were caressing her. "My pretty Lizzie. These new guys ruined your store. Maybe I should fight them for you?"

He shivered in ecstasy, playing out the scene in his mind. He'd defeat them and bring her all their soul points. Then she'd fall in love with him!

So. Perfect.

George sighed, dismissing the fantasy. He'd have to get a message that would set them up for battle first. Maybe he could ask one of the hunters?

He returned his attention to his screens. "I'll grow stronger for you, my Lizzie. I'll become worthy of your affections! Wait for me!"

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Asher sighed as Eva shouted at him, saying that it's bad to assume like she's his mother. Asher rolled his eyes. "Whatever, mother." She should be the last one to chastise ME... Asher thought. If that's how she wants to play, I'd rather speak to her about her lack of clothing... The dragon roared, again, causing Asher to pull out his gun (still in his partial-Soul Release form) and shot the dragon in the skull a few times.

Then, out of nowhere, Axl jumped and stabbed the dragon, sending electricity through his sword. Huh. Now it works... Asher thought. Then, Asher saw that the dragon was about to do a stomp attack, causing Asher to jump back and off the building. Mid-flip, Asher saw that Eva was in her Soul Release form, and Asher couldn't help but smirk. Two dinosaur-sized bones dropped from the building after a few seconds, then off the building as it stumbled back. It fell into another one, and rubble nearly buried it. "Well, why the hell are you two just standing there. I did enough work, didn't I? Get to it now." Eva said, sitting on the floor.

"Right. Asher. Lightning cutter time." Axl commanded as Asher nodded. Asher transformed into the full Soul Release form, having silver hair and dark clothes in a gothic style, completed with a crucifix. The number of swords Asher had increased, and they were all charged with electricity by Axl. "Eliminate the threat."

Asher smirked, nodding to the last command of this fight. The dragon, at this time, managed to stand up. It reared its head back as it prepared to do a seemingly powerful attack. Asher, now at full power, raised a free hand, creating an ice sculpture of himself. Asher threw a sword at it as they both charged at the dragon, lightning blades charged and ready to strike.

Asher, the real one, ran faster than his clone as he rounded the dragon. He jumped and aimed his sword straight for the vertebrae that's supposed to be the neck. The clone did the same from the opposite side, and the dragon wasn't able to do anything as ice froze its limbs. This was a move Asher was trying to create in his mind before, and now he can see it in action. "Twin Lightning Guillotine!"


FRIDAY 6/23/13
6:00 PM
Location: Aria's Tavern - Solice City


Asher sighed. He remembered the fight, the last roar, the clash of two of his blades as they met at the center of the bone, as well as the deal he had made with Eva. A man of his word, he was supposed to buy her a drink, and Asher told her the only place in this city he knew that sold any drinks. As he left the bar with a bottle, Asher couldn't help but wonder how many people are dead because they tried to run. He never really got any messages or notifications about hunting someone, so he figured that no one was foolish this time around.

Of course, that may change by tomorrow morning, as tonight's the night everyone meets their first match. All Asher had to do was make sure that the fights go along well, and then he's home free. But, for now, he must wait until Eva can get her drink. "God..damnit... What's taking her so long...?"