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  1. LotE: The Descent

    ` The beauty is on the inside. Has he ever stolen anything before in his life? No, not really. Has he ever gotten away with theft? Definitely not. Muttering a considerate yet silent sorry once he bumped into a handsome knight, Ares arched a curious brow once the knight in shining armor began stomping down the market street.. towards him? He pointed to himself in confusion, anixous with the aminosity the woman gave off. Forcing a lump down his throat, he took a few steps back when she was running a little too close. Her eyes were on the prize, and Ares began to dash away in a confusing manner. Was she that angry with the mage accidentally shoving her? Was she after him because of fleeing from the Byrn Territory? Slowing down, he attempted to reason with her-- turning around and holding his hands up in a don't kill me manner. "Uhh--" He yelped, stepping to the side to avoid an aggressive grab, and stepping back to dodge a possible tackle. "Lady-- what's the probem?!" He yelped once again, but this time, decided to run. Ares anxiously stepped back from the armored woman and began to dash through the crowd like a slippery bastard. Slipping under a tall clock whilst two men were holding it up, jumping over of what seemed to be a bunch of crates, and accidentally stepping on some poor mutt's tail. The mage hoped that it would've slowed her down, but the lady was relentless, and determined to catch up with the young boy. How did he even get into this situation? Hopefully it was just a misunderstanding! "Lady, stop CHASING ME!" He looked back to ensure that she was gone, but marked again wrong that the handsome knight was about to catch up. Paranoid adrenaline coursing through his veins, it didn't take time for him to realize that an obstacle was headed his way. CLANK! His face decked against a metal sign, his head filled with dizzying sharp pain and a nauseous aftermath of a headache. Reeling away, the boy smothered a leather glove into his forehead, stumbling like a drunken man. "Wait wait wait--!" But before Ares could react any longer, the crushing suffocation of metal armor crashed down onto his back, and doubled with the fact that his sternum and face planted onto the market's busy floor. More importantly, he was struggling to breathe under the weight of a handsome knight. He was able to flip over to his back, and attempted to push away the woman. "Hey, hey, hey! Get off of me!" His voice, squished. His personal space, probably trampled.
  2. A Child's Nightmare [Canon Quest]

    Demons? Ritual summoning? I got the perfect pair of twins.
  3. Your new character is gross

  4. Bunch'a Bones

    ` ARES SHEZMU. -Information broker -Bone Manipulator -Lethal Deception -Expert with: ''Twisting your goddamn cartilage.'' "Your anatomy. If you even got guts." "Probably Shooting you." -- Sing me a song. "-- Hey, watch it! Haven't you ever heard of 'don't shoot the messenger'? .EPITHET: "Sanguine. Whatever the hell that means." .APPEARANCE: "I'm pretty sure I look like some average kid. Extremely white skin and ruffly white hair. Look, I have a problem with my blood, but I got no idea what's up with my hair. I've probably got a few secrets under this robe, but all I can say that my hands are like, I dunno. Skeleton. Skeleton hands. Snazzy, right? I keep them under my gloves like a mysterious enigma. But don't tell anyone. Gotta keep this crap hidden like a sneaky-ass ninja, know what I mean? I got black eyes and and a scar over my left eye. People tell me it's red. Weird, right? It's probably not that obvious, though. My height? Somewhere around 5,4. I should weigh about 120 lbs." .GENDER: "A guy, duh." .SPECIES: "Human. Duh." .OCCUPATION: "I don't think I even got a job." .EQUIPMENT: "Let's see; my bones, this weird extended bony tail disguised as my belt, this Red Axe, uh.. cough, some darts, these Nunchucks, bunch'a other stuff." .SKILLS/ABILITIES: "Nice. I got a magic trick. Wanna see?" Bone Manipulation. The ability to manipulate the bones of oneself and/or others. The user has complete control over the bones of oneself and others, bare skeletons or separate bones, including growing, shaping, manipulating density/weight, using as projectiles/weapons, etc. Bone Regeneration. The user can regenerate their bones should they be harmed, or grow a new cartilage altogether. Iron Calcium. The kid's practically a wolverine, with his bones able to be compared to steel. It can clash against blades, or even lift heavy objects if they don't snap. Aside from his bone ability, he has physical endurance and surprisingly knows about hand-to-hand combat. The brat is a quick bastard, aswell. .WEAKNESSES: Unable to have an advantage over those without cartilage or bone. May be eventually limited to controlling their own bone structure. His skin could be torn in order for bones to emerge, and he may be against over-usage. Causing bones to emerge from his body may result in excruciating pain. The kid is quick, but his stamina is low. He could be easily outranked in a fight with a much more skilled fighter. Although his bones are tough to break, everything else on his body (such as flesh, organs, etc) is relatively easy to rupture. .ORIGIN: "The past is the past, ya know."
  5. Mission Possible

    As Sunny began to finish up with resurrecting a few bugs of the living dead, she coughed a bit of mist with a balled-fist and an breathly exhalation. The corspe jolted up, promptly brushing off dirt that collected into her laced skirt, and charm a deathly smile to her dear sister. The blonde nodded with a firm look, but her attention was mainly focused onto Pilot, and Babette. Pilot firstly, because he was giving up the plans -- and Babette, because she looked like she really needed to throw up her guts. Really, was she okay? Aside from the green face, Candie was concerned about the way she flailed about, and struggled to keep her back straight without hunching and trapping both hands to keep her vomit from pouring out. Being all woozy in the middle of a stealthy mission was a deathwish, but it obviously wasn't her fault to force some puke down her throat with gloved hands. Was it because of the corspe's magic? Truly, the fiend understood, because it definitely smelled like dead fish and rotting rat, but she never knew it could make the dijinni sick and filled with nausea. Babette had amused the demon all night, but this was quite the most amusing. You-do-you, Candie thought -- averting her attention towards the others whilst approaching the group. Sunny, with a playful giggle, hopped over beside Finn. She smiled at him with a welcoming grin, fixing her black socks that held dangerous blades under her skirt, and pushing her heels onto the floor to enable and disable another set of blades under the shoes. In general, it just looked like a child fixing her dress. A slight brow raised in question. "Hmm? Hey Mister -- to make things clear," The corspe pointed to the blonde, "that's Candie," then to herself. "and this is Sunny. Sorry to interrupt bud, go on!" Looking on by with the same expression, her twin charmed the girl with a thumbs-up -- with a face that resisted from laughing. If Babette's nausea kept up, it could mean bad trouble. So for now, Candie snickered, and every so often return her stoic face once the dijinni would look at the fiend.
  6. I really like the new pictures! Can you send me links to the originals?

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    2. Off Topic

      Off Topic

      BgGSH4L.gifDepends on what'd be best to animate, lol. How many do you have? I can do facial expressions and mouth syncing if I can have a clean image of the face, and references to other eyes or mouths that look similar (which I can find myself if need be)

    3. SweetCyanide

      SweetCyanide

      I seee! I'll send you most of the original pictures; Candie1, Candie2, Candie3, Candie4. Sunny1, Sunny2, Sunny3, Sunny4

      Off Topic's animatin' skills is over 9000%, hot dagn :biggrin:

       

       

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      cN9rXe5.gif Haven't really been serious yet lol. Thanks! I'll be in touch, going to try it this weekend.

  7. Mission Possible

    "Psst. What's she doing?" "Hell if I know." They whispered. The dijinni seemed to be.. shooting the wind? Whatever she intended to say, it definitely caught the twin's attention. Sunny clingily held onto her sibling, the blonde leaning back to avoid tripping on an open field. Gleefully, the undead began to ruffle her pale hair, and began fixing her sister's bed hair. It frizzed, curled by the end, and brushed over her blue orbs. So gently and playfully, Sunny retrieved Candie's ribbons and tied them together to make a messy ponytail that jolted off the demon's end. To finish it off, the girl pecked the twin on the cheek, with the other groaning in discomfort. The younger girl was often affectionate to her relative, nuzzling and hugging the cursed with every chance she could get. Although Candie didn't mind the sisterly love, the numb, cold dead skin was unsettling to press against. Her heart dosen't beat, so touching Sunny was the equivalent of pressing your face against cold metal. Decorated with strings and fabric, the only thing keeping her sister together was an ungodly contract. The black-haired's attention averted to the white-haired boy, who was seemingly the last member of the group. Happily, she waved at him with stitches on her wrist. The other twin was more focused on Babette, listening to her plan -- but still nodded at Finn as a gesture of respect. "The target's in a bedroom, right? Looks like we gotta avoid makin' a ruckus for him to find out. Anybody who's watching those cameras could get suspicious with a bunch'a blackouts, but they'd probably notice some poor suckers on the floor. Where's the guy with all the screens? I'll geddim'!" "I can assist with clearing the area. If the Eye is within the target's room, we might have to lure him out." Spoke Candie, chucking a silenced revolver back with a stern look. The zombie cleared her throat, before kneeling down, and exhaling a peculiar lavendar mist that flew from her lips. The colorful fog reached to any deceased insects around the vicinity. Surprisingly, a couple of bugs squirmed, and the few who managed to still fly, buzzed and flew to nearby cameras to block any visage of the areas.
  8. "Should we.. erm?" Sunny whispered to her sister, standing right outside the drunken inn. "..I think they're fine." "Shall we join?" "I don't drink, Sun." "It's gonna be fuun!" A skeptical gaze settled onto the demon's features, looking to the group with an unsureness. They were murmuring noises and struggles to pronounce specific words, and sometimes even yelling with a tired groan. Candie looked at her twin with a sheepish smirk. "You're gonna have have alotta patients tomorrow morning, doc." Giggling with a skeptical tone, the zombie waved at her lovely.. aggressive crew members.
  9. Mission Possible

    The blonde noticed the dijinni's forced smile in an instant, groggily lifting her eyes up to match the woman's with a sheepish smirk. But because of her bed hair, Candie had to brush away her yellow locks away from her eyes to atleast make eye contact with Babette. She didn't have to pretend -- awkwardly coughing and sniffling with every chance she could get to look away. Was she shy? Perhaps avoiding communication, maybe? Whatever it was, it left the cursed amused. Sunny, oblivious to the swimming insect, smiled and nodded her head with a polite notion. It wasn't surprising, for an unsuspecting bug to be attracted to a living corspe. Poor thing must've been terrified! But then again, it wouldn't really think about that at all. Once Pilot stood up, their lingering gaze turned to the room behind the curtain. It was like something from out of a horror movie, an ominous hallway of death-- quick transportation to the target. They eagerly followed -- Candie striding lazy steps with crossed-arms, and Sunny pacing with a gracious manner. "Hey! If I stuck my hand into a portal -- and it closed, would my hand disappear?" The zombie girl whispered excitedly to her sister. "Why're you asking me? Go ask the armor guy." As soon as the blonde replied, she skipped to go ask Pilot. Trotting in-between the dijinni and the armored man, her squishy face was pressed against their arms with a childish smirk. It awkwardly settled in for awhile, until she opened her mouth with a thrilled gasp, eyes zooming into Pilot. But before she said anything, they were transported to the abandoned field that laid across the group. She was distracted by the sudden change of atmosphere, so Sunny slid away and pressed her cheek against Candie's shoulder. "Gosh!" The scent of fresh air and rough grass -- was everywhere! Wind caressing against dry leaves, and plants swaying with flamboyant grace. There stood the target's location, but the demon simply looked on with confusion. Weren't they in a restaurant awhile ago? Candie wasn't going to question it, and her sister hummed with an audible; 'eeee'. "Oh! There's his house! Let's go geddim'!" The zombie cheered, comically marching to the area before being pulled back by the dozing twin. She walked in place, held back by Candie's grip on her skirt. It didn't take long for the action to settle in. "Hmm? Not yet? Okay." Finn's arrival made the two look at him with unison, then they waved together with opposite expressions.
  10. Seeking skilled workers of the criminal variety

    i may have time to post tomorrow! i do apologize for this late behaviour, so expect a post from me soon! ^^
  11. The Aria (OOC) [Recruiting as Usual!][Fifth Event Going On]

    ah! I'm still here! apologies that i have not yet made an appearance for my twins. I will be more active here on out during weekends.
  12. Mission Possible

    "Is this the place?" "Looks like it." "We'd better introduce ourselves, no?" "Do you even know how he looks like?" It was a rather cold evening, damp and becoming dark within the next few minutes. The songs of crickets accompanied the pleasant scenery, with the sun setting down and filling white clouds with pink hue. It was a perfect time for theft. The doors of the room slid open with an audible creak, moaning with weight and filling up the dead silence in the area. There at the entrance stood the Scarborough twins, checking out the vicinity that laid across for them. They entered with no haste, walking into the restaurant and attempting to locate their.. Pilot. The undead twin Sunny had an horrible eyesight, (due to her decayed physique) so looking for the man was difficult. So the blonde -- the older twin, nudged her sister towards the right direction when she almost made way for the wrong guy. Pilot seemed to be having a conversation with a rather interesting individual. Was she a magician, perhaps? She seemed lovely, and looked quite professional. Maybe they'd work together in the field. The chaotic duo approached the two in unison. Sunny smiled with glee, hands kept on her skirt and fixing the ribbon on her collar. Candie crossed her arms and nodded with a slight smile, looking on with a lazy gaze and messy bedhair. "Good evening!" "Pilot, was it?"
  13. Seeking skilled workers of the criminal variety

    pssst hey you want some dead twins?
  14. Off the Grid: Redux (OOC)

    fuck, i'm sorry i should've seen this sooner i might have to skipppp criii im sorry
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