aka z
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Post by ZACARÍAS FLORES on Dec 22, 2017 0:13:54 GMT -5
A dusky gravely moonlit afternoon and Z toured a reasonably withdrawn compass. His raven footwear carelessly grazing against the jagged pearly dreadfully illuminated alleyway. A sparse glint of rainwater layered the coarse dusky surface, evidently it had showered previously. His sanguine spheres cascaded beyond the architectures to either side of the narrow avenue. Figures indoors undoubtedly cautious of the youths movements, it was unmistakably apprehensible that Z wasn’t desired here. Tch! Slithering from his rims as he comprehended the inopportune dilemma. He continually enveloped himself in treacherous predicaments but he cherished those junctures in time.
Meager overshadowing from the silvered clouds that mildly prevented some moonlight. Onyx covering placed informally over his shred shoulders while leaving his established abdomen disrobed. Ridged illustrated squares contributing some resistance to aggressions. Nonetheless as meager beads of water drizzle from the numerous canopy’s the youth recorded a muffled murmur down a remarkably narrow pathway.
“Hey you, yeah you.”
Crimson crystals trickled towards the delicate vibration. While glaring down the faint corridor Z could identify two physiques. Their facial mask mystifying while inside the umbrella of obscurity. The youth’s cultivated ebony revolvers perceptive against his midsection and scarcely shrouded by the coal coat. However the dispute teeming through his psyche is to further examine these characters, or neglect them. A typical resolution would be continue strutting and reject their pursuit of dialogue with him. Yet Z identifies typical as monotonous, and characterless. Therefore a relatively deep-seated reinforced retort surged from his lips “What!?” The feathery mutter exchanged his inquiry with a comment “Come here, there is something cool back here.”
An insidious grin cultivated on Z’s rims
Anyone else and these critters would appreciate a relatively reasonable booty. Regrettably they requested the devil himself contribute to their obscurity. Assuredly the youth shuffled into the dim foyer with his ciphers smoothly grazing his immaculate ebony revolvers. Hurriedly the two pest cackled as they pressured the buccaneer. Adopting his Kenbunshoku Haki he’s adept at marginally examining their ill hell-bent conduct. Amassing that these individuals retrieved fairly acute knives Z hastily sideslipped to his left as one mutt heaved his armament forward. Evading the character granted an opportunity for the other. Meanwhile the youth instantaneously clutched both ebony revolvers and liberated them.
As the other pig slit his bright knife across the sculpted rectangular abdomen of Z’s the destructive jet barrels of his revolvers established their destination. Promptly his digits compressed and broadcasted two bullets into their skulls as they swiftly overwhelmed the terrain. The heated bittersweet liquid from Z’s carving moderately glided down his abdomen like a maze. The vibrant tone of his pistols assuredly cautioned nearby explorers as he withdrew from the gloomy aisle. Nonetheless his receivers overheard an imminent character’s footprints. Cardinal spheres glaring as his courageous resonance torrented from his lips “I feel like the popular bitch in a ballroom. Shall we tango too!?” The agony from the slit was distressing and would need curing but he could contest the pain for now.
|  You were sharp as a knife to get me You were a wolf in the night to fetch me back The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell Everyone knows I am going to Hell ˹ ˼ |
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aka Belladonna
Played by Bebe
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Post by BARBARA NIGHTSHADE on Dec 24, 2017 10:32:02 GMT -5
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[attr="class","power-text"] It was getting dark and anyone, who wasn't all battle-ready, knew better than staying outside. It was true that the savages rarely attack locals, but getting caught in their arguments was a different thing. Day or night, these fights could break anytime and anyone could be fished in accidentally, though there were less to help an unfortunate soul when it was dark. Normal people try to avoid that, so why on Earth would a finely-dressed woman walk down such dangerous streets? To find a new friend, preferrably with less brain and more muscles. Where can you find that but in Mock Town? The place was a cesspool of creatures barely qualifying as human beings. [break][break]
The scumbags that lined the path weren't the least decent and they weren't hiding it. Dirty and uneducated, they rely only on their guts and physical strengths to survive but these were what she was looking for. Of course, she wasn't parading through this crowd unarmed. That would be foolish. She had a weapon hidden beneath layers of expensive silk, one that a greedy pirate would never see as he'd be too busy trying to undress her with his eyes. Call her overconfident, but the looks she was getting definitely weren't proving her otherwise. [break][break]
As whistles and calls were thrown at her way, her scrutinizing eyes befell on their figures, meticulously searching for something exceptional. However, Two echoes of gunshots stopped her in her tracks, her attention- everyone's attention- turning to the dark alleyway, intrigued. Heavy footsteps kept each person at the edge of their seat, suspense building up until a man emerged from from shady aisle. He stood in full glory with a strong look in his eye. Bold. Yet, droplets of blood trickled from his abdomen- from a bad cut. It wasn't enough to kill a full grown man but it looked like it hurt, or so Barbara reckoned. [break][break]
“I feel like the popular bitch in a ballroom. Shall we tango too!? And an idiot with a death wish, apparently. He was wounded but was still looking for a fight. Around all these scoundrels who seemed like they'd take any challenges, the chances of survival wasn't much in his favor. Seriously, men and their urges. They were all the same: in bed and in the battlefield. At this point, Barbara could make a list of outcomes but she was in no hurry. After all, she preferred observations more than speculations. What made him so special? She'd have to wait and see. [Googlefont=Montserrat|Karla] [newclass=.power-tag a] font:9px montserrat;text-transform:uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.power-text b] font-weight:bold;color:#BD93D3; [/newclass] |
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aka z
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Post by ZACARÍAS FLORES on Dec 27, 2017 23:30:30 GMT -5
One imminent character leisurely transitioned into five. Z hadn’t noted that those footprints his receivers overheard were numerous footsteps. Considering the cimmerian shade the dark hours administered the youth was incapable of inspecting their facial features. However their advances explained everything, these slimebuckets were with the two expired individuals that Z disposed of. One cunt discharged befuddled words from his butterball rims “Where are Kota and Yuito?” The nitwit surely assumed the unfavorable conclusion for his two companions. However as the buccaneers crimson spheres inspected the five dim visages he perceived a sixth character.
This sixth energy undoubtedly wasn’t with the five additional dipshits. Nonetheless with a berserk but fearless snicker the youth acknowledged his inquiry “Ha! You mean these two fucks faceplanting into a pool of their own blood!?” Maintaining the exchange of words with the moron, granting him no moment for a retort “Don’t worry bitchlips, you’ll see them soon.” Z couldn’t rattle the knowledge of the sixth body. Who the fuck is that, and why the fuck are they just watching? This investigation was suffocating his subconscious. It couldn’t be an ordinary inhabitant, they would’ve rushed towards shelter from the threat of Z. The scarlet fluid began to drip onto the jagged pearly alleyway.
Drip, drip, drip
Adapting to the scene the youth was adjusted and supplied. Digits owning his imposing ebony revolvers as they anticipated round two.
What the fuck!?
The sixth entity, something was occuring around them that Z couldn’t expound. Carmine orbs contemplating what resembled fog around the character. A devil fruit proficiency? Given the obscure evening that presently painted the alleyway the youth had further struggles unraveling the mysterious character. They instantly became riveting, was this dignitary someone who could effortlessly thrust Z outside his ceiling? Promptly the youth whirled his right raven revolver around his digits before focusing his maroon iris between a slimebuckets eyebrows. Compressing his ciphers onto the trigger and dispensing a rich projectile into the degenerates cranium.
A doomed victim, and compatriot of Kota, and Yuito promptly tumbled towards the ivory terrain. But four additional characters still lingered. Z will hastily eradicate the leftovers as they begin their push but the query still lingered.
Who is this sixth creature and what are they preparing if anything?
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