Personal Info || { Kurai, Kuro, Ku-chan } || { Twnety(20) } || { 6'1" } || { 152lbs } || { Single } || || { Talking Voice: Touyama Kinji(Hysteria Mode) ~ Hidan no Aria (Example) } ||
Housing Complex || { 1119 Etoile Housing District } ||
Location || { Essence de Soleil } ||
Mood || { Excited / Recklessly-Cautious } ||
Company || { A Swift, Frisky and Slippery Foxgirl } ||
Team || { Team Orange } ||
Balance || { $985.00 } ||
Anything Extra? || { Click on his picture for a hidden Easter Egg. } ||
Orangutans Obliterating Chimpanzees || { Sorry, sorry! Life caught up with me, so I kinda disappeared on you! Hope you'll forgive me! >< } ||
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Splorch. From his back, a small force of impact had registered, sending a signal up to his brain. Who in the-? Right after taking off from another barrier top, he twisted himself- three-sixty degrees, to see who his eleged assailant was. He saw a flash of light baby blue hair before focusing his eyes on the foxgirl ahead of him. He had been hit... again. This time, from someone who missed him before. He had been tempted to try and retaliate, but that would risk him losing sight of his target- his current goal. And he did not want to do that. He resolved to go after them after he finished what he was doing, which might take a while. But, hey, it was fueling his excitement, providing him with entertainment. Everything else can wait- everything else wasn't as important. At least, to him.
"Determined aren't we?"It was at that moment that his lips curled into a playful smirk. She whistled at him. Whistled..! She wanted to play cat and mouse in this grand event. She wanted him to continue with the chase. She wanted him to try and obtain his revenge... and so he shall."Let's have some fun~!"she uttered all cutesy as she pounced to another barrier. She flaunted her fox roots through and through, which was something he was enjoying. His expression twisted with amusement as his lips parted."Yes, let's~!"he almost squeaked out, but managed to keep his voice in check. He wanted to close the gap, he wanted to catch up. He wanted to spray his pellets towards her in an attempt to splatter orange paint on her, but above all... he actually wanted a conversation afterwards. Compared to the rollercoaster at the park yesterday, this was the most amount of fun he's had since arriving here. She was sparking a new little flame of excitement and adventure in him. He wanted to see if maybe, a little truce could be form with her, or maybe just an agreement for them to duke it out later, at the end of the event. He knew the hunt couldn't last forever, so maybe he could make sure the last hunt of the event could be a extremely enjoyable one. So far, he only thought she could help him with that. But first, he'll have to get near for that to happen, and fast.
He slung his rifle over his back and tried speeding himself up. The difference in speed was significantly faster, but not enough to get there within seconds. No, no, no. He'd have to wait a few more minutes, or try to lead her closer towards himself. The former seemed more easier than the latter, but the latter seemed more efficient than the former. The choices were conflicting, but he needed to choose; the former it is. He is patient enough to wait just a little bit, but not too long. If it seems he'll have to wait a significant period of time, he'll switch to luring her towards himself, then carry out his plan there.
Chester was about to advance even further into the intention of aiming more potential targets when Jessie’s voice caught his attention. He should had known that it was a mere distraction so that she could shoot him straight to the chest. The ginger-haired boy pouted a bit, feeling not pleased, but he was glad that she was enjoyed the moment while it lasted until she left the establishment. It would be a shame that her team lost a member because of the premature departure, but now, he was in the mood to kick some more butts. The damp stain on his vest aside, he was now looking for another potential target for his pellets.
That was when he spotted the female who was on the white team (Skye), and without giving the female a time to react, he shot the last few pellets onto her (4th day dice rolls: 3, 6, 5, 1), though one landed on her back. Retreating to another hiding spot which was another pillar, he reloaded his clip. He was soooooooo going to exact revenge against the brunette who interrupted the moment with the two earlier, but that would wait till another time.
Location:Essence de Soleil (Paintball Event - Team Orange) Status:Single (but now having a crush) Mood:adrenaline-pumped Company:Jessie -> more potential targets Money: $134.20 (Wallet) ; $800.00 (Bank Account) OOC:Rest in pieces, Chester, my boi. XD
Lelwani needed to find some more targets for herself now. She began to move about, hoping to find an unsuspecting victim to hit. The bird was on the hunt, and soon she'd be drawn to the sound of two males speaking. She would slowly work her way into position for a moment before quickly popping out from behind her barricade. She first aimed her rifle at a dark skinned male with silver hair and fired two shots (Angel - 7,3 - Miss upon miss), she winced a bit and took aim at a male with fox ears instead and fired two shots as well (Crevan - 1,4- Miss, Hit). One of them would just hit the wall again, but one hit the kitsun's leg. She smiled, happy that she got at least one hit. She ducked down and checked her rifle.
She would gently set the rifle down, still having a good number of shots left to go for more hunting. She began to fix the ribbon in her hair before she picked the rifle up again. Hopefully they either ignored her like the male earlier, or she got the chance to find another target. She tried to make her way to another spot to hide.
Ammo: 5 Extra: 2 Clips
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Venue:[ Essence de Soleil (Team Purple)] ✉✉Accompaniment:[Potential Victims & Allies]✉✉Mood:[Birdy]✉✉Finance:[Mel handles the money]✉✉Style:[Solo]✉✉Attire: [In Picture]✉✉OOC:
”Where will your afterlife be? Elysium or Tartaros? Let your present actions be the judge.”
Residence:1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation:Traditional Artist / Novelist
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Hikaru thought that the coast was clear with her hiding to another obstacle. If she would guess it correctly, her team would be following close to Team Purple when it came to the current places, though she wasn’t sure on who was the top hit man in the team. She hadn’t heard news yet about her team mates, specifically Leon whom she had assumed to be still talking to the purple-haired girl. Could that female be the object of his current infatuation? Maybe. She had just met him today, after all, all because of this adrenaline-pumping event. Not to mention that sweat was starting to soak through her shirt because of her hopping from one spot to another like a cheetah hungry for its prey. But as she was about to dash to another hiding area, there was a splash of the pellet on her thigh and she resisted the urge to wince out loud, concealing her own mouth with her free hand, blinking a couple of times.
As if there was a stroke of luck occurring for her, there was a pair of spectacles just beside her, though she was wondering where that would originate from, but it would matter as she put them glasses on, allowing her to inspect the area as if her eyes were the lens of an X-ray machine. Almost immediately, she landed her revenge shots on the one who hit her (Zariel) using three of her pellets (5th-day dice rolls: 8, 5, 10), two hitting her right square in the chest before she took off and put them off for a brief moment, hiding the glasses in her hand, not letting the other girl see where she really was. She still refused to take flight, but her advanced speed must be of good use as her main advantage aside from the supernatural X-ray vision glasses bestowed upon her. Her sight was then focused on the gray-haired man (Kuro), and based on the helmet, he must be on the same team as the ginger-haired man whom she had sprayed earlier with paint. Two more pellets were triggered from the gun (5th-day dice rolls: 8, 5), one landing on his back to impede him from his current goal, before Hikaru left for another hiding spot, another pillar. Man, it just felt so good to have those glasses, though she knew that it would just be temporary as the event would soon end.
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Location:Essence de Soleil (Paintball Event - Team Cyan) Status:Single Mood:still out for blood Company:potential victims Money:$200.00 (Wallet) ; $800.00 (Bank Account) OOC:
"I was pretty spaced out for the rest of the day after that. It was only after I took a good bath when I actually calmed down, but then I went to bed afterward... Sorry for not telling you sooner..." Yeah, that one was on her, Rina was out of it after that mess. Even though they were still going through their little tiff at the time, she still should've told him! It is hard to talk to him when they're upset at each other, and it bothers her. She wants them to get out of that habit! They can't continue with avoiding each other if they're mad at one another, especially now if they're going to live together. Rina felt his lips against her neck and she squeaked in surprise, shivering a bit when she felt his teeth. Yup, that definitely left a mark on her! That was the second time that Seth has ever given her a hickey and she will not get used to it anytime soon! Unless he does it more of course. Wait, what she is thinking? Now she's confused about her own thoughts!
Rina enjoyed the warmth and comfort that his skin provided, crooning a little whenever he touched her. This was the stuff she missed the most... Just being near him was enough to set her heart ablaze! She really is addicted to him. Always forgiving him so quickly, never being able to stay mad at him, wanting more kisses or hugs, needing to be by his side... It sorta sounds like an obsession, to be honest, but that was just how much she loved him. If they spent more time together, she wouldn't feel so darn desperate around him! He was the one who made her this way! At least she was able to make him blush and stammer! That side of him was always so cute! It's good to know that her words have this kind of affect on him!
And his insecurities have an affect on her! She doesn't want him to think that living with her is troublesome! She wants it to be completely enjoyable for him! But, considering how their personalities differ, it might always be a little bothersome for the both of them... As long as it's more good than bad, she'll be fine with it. And how come he keeps on using the word "guess"? He guesses that he loves her? Those kinds of things still linger in the back of her head as an issue... Why can't he know it within himself as a fact? He has no idea how much it worries her! But maybe she's thinking about it too much? She can't help but worry when it comes to him... Some of these thoughts were diminished when he kissed her, and a sound that was akin to a purr left her. Despite her hands having just been moved to her neck, they traveled down to his chest, staying there for a second before she hugged him, somehow making the space in between them more minuscule. Rina looked at him adoringly when he ended their kiss and spoke, drinking in that moment completely as their foreheads touched. Ahh, this was way too heated to be doing outside in public! People could have easily seen them! He would always tease her about doing these kinds of things in public, like when they were on the Ferris wheel at the Halloween festival. And that was when he first gave her a hickey too! What's with him and exposing her in public?
Rina felt a little bad when she realized his shirt tore a little, but since he didn't make a fuss about it, she didn't worry. Her face flushed and she pouted when he snickered, wanting to bury her face in his chest until he'd stop teasing her. It definitely didn't help when Seth used his arm to lift her by her bottom, and she even jumped a little at the contact. Being held like this, she feels like a child! However, her heart swelled when he would kiss her once more on the forehead and rested her head against his shoulder and neck. Rina was so glad it was still the afternoon, she wanted him to call her his and hold her for the rest of the day! She'll admit it! Though, it would be preferred if they did this at home! As she rested against him, she began to absentmindedly rub the new mark on her neck, noting that it wasn't exactly in a spot that could be easily hidden. She pouted and nuzzled into his neck to hide her embarrassment. Rina doesn't know why, but she decided to press her lips to his neck, staying there for a few seconds before moving a bit away, and putting her arms tightly around his neck.
((Exit to 1114: Seth's House))
OOC: got an arm injury when you last replied, sorry i also got caught up with pokemon moon
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 6:39 pm
Hakem flicked his head so his hair swooped to one side of his brow, lifting one hand and grazing the remaining straggling strands out of his eyes along with the others. He didn't need anything impeding his sights while he was doing this. Besides, now it was too boring to remain up here, particularly because no one else was coming up. He was sure they would if he attacked them, shot any of the shuffling bodies flashing across the ground floor like black ops trainees. One should be where the action was, right? Huffing lowly and shoving the vest lower from its original upper rib cage hug, he checked his ammo again and got up. Agh, he was stiff from sitting here so long. Wasn't he too young to be stiff? Thirty-two was still young, not even mid life crisis age. Groaning anyway, he guessed because he insisted on staying half croutched despite needing to stretch, the wolf crept towards the stairs with a sharp eye on his environment.
What was- first beeping, then a split second later, a beam of tinted light from the ceiling spilling down onto the floor, bringing with it a square backpack-like item. He was getting a video game vibe, or an alien abduction one, raising a brow as he dropped his foot off the final stair and squinted. Purple colored, did that mean his team could use it? He wasn't human himself yet this supernatural stuff made him slightly nervous. So what item was this? He'd only to reach out towards the light before a blinding flash had him stumbling back with one arm across his eyes. If it was a trap then he was going to be pissed! The light was gone when he chanced peeling his eyes open once more, however, a new weight was on his back. It gave a resounding hum, like a high powered rocket warming up. His guess wasn't inadequate, a metal arm like extension lowered down and on the end was a blocky handle finely shaped to fit the grooves of his tentative grip.
Hakem had a feeling he knew what this was, more than a feeling. "A-Ah..." His feet were lifting off the floor. He didn't tell it to go!!! Where was the button on this damn thing?! WHACK Hakem smacked directly into an over head light before barreling to the ground again, landing flat on his back with a whomp and a sharp inhale. His body had completely frozen, and now that he was faintly writhing with his hands scruffing his scalp, several spots danced in his vision and a string of curses left his lips. He'd never much been one who was profane, but what the hell?! Moaning lowly, the wolf clambered onto his side on both elbows and knees. Everything about that hurt. Sonofa. He wouldn't have put on a jet pack had he been more informed of what it was! It wasn't like he knew how to use one of these things, and even though he was presently struggling, it. Wouldn't. Come. Off!
Calm breaths, lad. Hakem sniffed heavily, panting really, and stretched out the metal device running the same length of his arm. Eh- the groves for his fingers, they were the trigger...he'd grabbed it so hard...they'd compressed...and sent him flying without warning. Groaning again and laying his brow to the cold tile, he scorned his own curiosity. He was going to feel this for the next few days. He winced with every move to get up, brushing off and checking for scrapes- none besides banging a few limbs when he fell. Hah...well. He fixed himself up slightly and looked back to the remote handle. Warning recieved. Pulling his lips to one side and venturing to get the hang of this, Hakem tried the trigger again. He compressed two fingers, shakily rising three, then six feet into the air. Did he dare go any higher? A sour frown, but his eyes scouted back to his stair case and around, and what did he find? May as well go all the way.
The ex teacher shot at an orange haired orange marked male, about as short- shorter(?) than the one he had pinned down. That guy and his friend were probably long gone by now with his stumbling failure. Anyone could have had the same experience, jet packs weren't exactly a common distributional item. And look, he was doing this with one arm, aimed with one arm, landed his shot with...more effort than he'd ever put into wielding a weapon. He still felt rather shaky up here, turning and zooming off as soon as he confirmed his shot. He'd better reload and maybe stay on his feet until his use time expired. He could go without anymore special advantages- these kind, at least. With a relieved sigh the man found his nephew again, though he looked somewhat pissed- before seeing his flying uncle. He landed and exhaled, blinking before rubbing at his lips and chin. A nose bleeed, likely from overheating
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His companion would mention the smell, and Xiomara was left to assume he meant the paint. Maybe he had a sensitive nose? Some do. Blue eyes narrowed with interest at the sight of small fangs protruding from the brunette's mouth. What was he? He would watch on in silence as Camil aimed and fired his weapon at a woman. He hit her. Of course, his aiming could do with some work, but he seemed to have a talent. Once again those gold eyes met his, although he was sure there was something different about them this time. No matter, he had come up with a simple solution to the problem of smell. The skeleton gazed down at his own attire and sighed. He'd need a new shirt. All that money, wasted on an item of clothing. It could have gone towards food instead. "You did well. If you keep practicing, one day you may even get as good as me." He replied coolly, tearing a strip from the bottom of his shirt. The action seemed a little cliché, but that didn't matter now. He reached over and tied the strip around Camil's face, making it appear similar to a mask. "It isn't much, but that should help with the smell." He stated in response, his attention shifting over to their sniper. He didn't like being shot at. He didn't like being teased in such a way. And he would have his revenge!
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The tealette prepped his gun, his brain storming for ideas. For plans of attack. If he could take the risk of being shot, he'd just run straight there and storm the staircase. But memories of battles fought with live ammo and real guns prevented him from doing so. As he became caught up in his thoughts, a tingling sensation started to spread through his body, starting at his fingertips and working its way across. When he finally took notice of the strange sensation, his arm was completely invisible. And as he waited, more of his body seemed to disappear from sight. Even his clothes. His lips slowly curved upwards in a wicked grin as a plan started to form. Xiomara turned to Camil and gently tapped his shoulder. "Camil, right? Stay put for now. But as soon as you're clear from our little sniper friend, run to a safe hiding spot. I'll come get you soon, okay?" He instructed, his eyes searching for a level of understanding within those strange golden eyes of his. They were still out of sight for the moment, but as soon as he felt that his entire body had become transparent -invisible, he took a few steps away from their hiding place to test this strange miracle. When there were no shots fired at his body right away, he relaxed a fraction. Xo barely made a sound as he moved, creeping on seemingly silent footsteps while he made his way to the staircase. He was worried that his adversary may have some sort of ability like most residences of Soleil, and knew that he had to make this quick. Otherwise he'd probably get shot regardless of his invisible status. The Gashadokuro pulled back quickly when he saw the sniper withdraw from his hiding position. So he ha been attacked by a male. An older male. Ironically, the type of man he was usually attracted to. Although Xiomara was too focused on the game to notice the male's attractive qualities. There was a strange beeping noise. It was weird and had him on edge. So he retreated a few more steps as an added precaution. What was happening? There was a light, and more noise... And a startled shout from his sniper.. Oh. It must be like his invisibility thing. Why couldn't he get a jet pack?! He would surely know how to use it better than this amateur. Oh well. This just made the game more interesting. Xiomara aimed carefully, inching his way closer until he had some part of their assailant in his line of vision. He fired suddenly, without warning. Once, twice... Four times. Each in quick succession before retreating to the wall beside the staircase. He couldn't be certain, but he was pretty sure that he was at such an angle from the top of the stairs that it wouldn't be too easy to shoot him. Although a flying target was never an easy hit, at least now his adversary was out in the open. And... Then the guy came falling down. Three of his four shots had missed, but this time the sniper would not be so lucky. Xo stalked forward, barely even allowing himself to breath as he made his way closer to the fallen figure. Had they been on the same team, he might have been tempted to help him out. To protect him while he got used to the new game bonus. But as they were on opposing teams, he took advantage of Hakem's current state and fired five more shots at him. Hits. Though he quickly retreated after.
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OutOfCupcakes-Dammit-: @Whiters I KNEW HAKEM WOULD GET THAT JETPACK! I KNEW IT! ninja EDIT: Just realised that Hakem was off the staircase so I had to rewrite it. ^^"
Dice roll: Seven hits and three misses. Needs one more shot.
Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 8:10 pm
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Just as there are two sides to every story
"I try my best~" Lysander practically purred, his emerald eye glinting with mischief. Oh, how much fun he could have with his beautiful woman. If only he'd stop accidentally upsetting her. He had the feeling he could be in serious danger should he push her too far. He noticed the way she watched him as he adjusted his skirt, and couldn't help a little tease. He swayed his hips a little and turned to face her. "If you like the view that much, just wait 'till you see what's under the skirt~" Everyone here probably thought he was weird or something for wearing a skirt and heels. They thought he must be really into crossdressing. They weren't exactly wrong, but it wasn't that he enjoyed dressing up in feminine clothes. Rather, he did it for fun. Because just seeing the reactions of others made him laugh along with them. Besides, one would often make the mistake of thinking him to be defenceless just because he crossdressed. But they had yet to realise just how dangerous he was beneath the playful exterior.
There are two sides to every person
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One we reveal to the world
The blonde pulled the red wig from his head and allowed his natural hair to fall free. He dropped the wig on the ground and tied his hair up so it was kept out of his face. "It's not nice to laugh at the misfortune of others, sweetheart." He warned, unable to help the small quirk to his lips that gave away his amusement to her reaction. She was cute. He'd give her that. Lysander turned away from her to swap out the cosplay eyepatch he wore, for his usual eyepatch. The fake one had been irritating him a bit. "Ready to kick some angelic a**, my queen?" He asked, turning back to her with a wink. One of his friends who was of a similar height to the beautiful blonde with him, had often reacted positively to being called names that made it sound as if she were the most powerful in the room. He figure he'd be safe with this ball of blonde hotness, if he did everything he could to keep her mood up. To not get on her bad side.
And one we keep hidden inside
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"Ow!" Tyrese was hit as soon as he let up on the woman and turned his back, and out of sight she was as soon as he rounded about with a small growl. "Really?!" He called in her retreating direction before huffing to himself. You never shot a man in the back, didn't she know? Backstabbing, it was dishonorable. But this was probably a game without rules, a free for all as he'd labeled it earlier. He was a better writer than he was a shooter. He figured he'd go pretty far from his own competitiveness and physically violent tendencies. Not that he was particularly proud of that latter thing, the point being he was primed for an event like this. Or apparently not. Rubbing his neck and briskly walking to base, the author refilled his hopper and grabbed a couple more to tuck under the straps of his vest. He was sweating semi heavily, which meant his shirt would be damp and his hair sticking to his face. How unsightly.
Perhaps this time he'd wait until he found another memeber of his team, stick with them and make sure they both crossed the feline fiend again. She'd better be smart and think the same, because of course this was a tit for tat situation! It wouldn't end until the bell tolls! And speaking of team memebers- Tyrese jumped slightly at the whirring sound that brought his uncle flying into the room and landing at the refill station. The wolf blinked stupidly, gaping like a fish before flaring his nostrils. He knew they mentioned special advantages, but this?! He cleared his throat, paused, and motioned on himself what he wanted the older wolf to notice on his respective body. "You're soaking through your shirt. Are you okay?" The man's nose was practically gushing, his question going unanswered as Hakem climbed out of his vest and used his shirt of clean the blood. "What happened? This question was answered and Ty nodded. It was hot, he just wasn't the type to get nosebleeds over it. He'd see spots and black out, he knew from experience.
『Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Out Of Chamomile:
☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face.. I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯
Angel paused, his cheery mood slipping away as guilt surface within him. He'd worried Crevan despite his best efforts to do the complete opposite. He was the worst. "I-I was going to! But Kate took my phone away while I was in hospital... A-And.. I didn't want to worry you..." His voice trailed off and he lowered his gaze to the ground. He should have stayed in Soleil. But something had pushed him on. Something had pulled him to England despite his efforts to convince himself to stay.. But it didn't matter now. He was with Crevan. Everything else was in the past. He swallowed his guilt and shook off the air of depression that had clouded his mind briefly. He would enjoy this day with Crevan, no matter what. Everything else could wait. His gaze would slowly, tentatively return to the fox and he would freeze at the sight of him shaking. "Wha-" His shoulders were trembling. "Are you laughing?!" Angel puffed out his cheeks indignantly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I'm trying to be honest even though I sound weird... And here you are -laughing!" He pouted, pretending to be upset as he turned away from Crevan. Actually, he was just trying not to laugh along with him. His fiancé's mood swings were infectious. The next words spoken by his beloved fox left the feline in a blushing mess within moments. "W-What face? I always look like this..." He mumbled stubbornly. Angel could live a lifetime with Crevan and still never have enough of him. He could just imagine what other cute things his beloved would say once his love was returned. That day would come. He just knew it would. Crevan would come to love him eventually. And in the meantime, they'd get to do heaps of things together! Like go out on dates. Or spend the whole day in bed together. Or shower togeth- He had to pull himself together before his thought wandered too far and strayed into the lands of perversion.
Warm breath tickled his cheek and a single word would be uttered from those soft lips he loved so much. His name. Raphael. "D-Don't tease me..." He bowed his head, hiding his face. "I'm having enough trouble holding back as it is.." He whispered breathlessly, resting a hand on his chest in an effort to slow his racing heart. Crevan always had this effect on him. It wasn't fair. But it seems that this time, he was having a similar effect on his fiancé. Those gloriously soft tails would sway, and Angel's eyes would stare at them, as if entranced. "Y-You're tails-!" He exclaimed, obviously surprised. "They're... Does this mean you like it?" There was so much he had yet to learn about this mysterious fox. And although they would have a lifetime to do so, Angel felt for some reason that any day now could be their last. Shaking off the ominous feeling, he would tear his eyes away from those tails and instead would gaze up at the face he so loved to look at. So many expressions it could make.. And he was just beginning to see what other sides there was to him. The model would stare in awe as the face that he knew so well, started to change. It appeared... More fox-like. He would see Crevan's expression and his heart threatened to stop right then. And the purrs he made.. Angel suddenly felt a little warm. It seems he was getting a little hot and bothered by just looking at Crevan. This was bad. This was really bad. Unlike his skilful fiancé, Angel wasn't good at holding back when it came to sexual activities. Regardless of the place or time, he was impulsive and wouldn't let anything stop him from doing what he wanted. But he was with Crevan, and wanted to spend the whole day with him. This was a date and he would see it through to the end!
"My favourite colour is purple." He stated distractedly, glad that Crevan had turned away from him. If he hadn't, Angel doubted he would have been able to show restraint much longer. They were full grown adults, but the pair of them were acting like horny teens. How frustrating. Before he could answer the fox, shots were fired at him. Angel had been able to dodge them all, but Crevan wasn't so lucky. He would see the paint staining his fiancé's leg, and fury bubbled within him. How dare someone hit his beloved! He stormed forward and lifted his weapon, firing it rapidly in the direction of their attacker. He aimed wildly, but he still managed to land two hits. The other four shots collided with various obstacles around them and missed the woman entirely. "Sora.. Are you okay? Are you in pain? Look! I've brought bandages in case your needed them!" He returned his attention to the fox and dropped the gun to the floor, digging around in his pockets and withdrawing fistfuls of medical supplies.
☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through.. Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯
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○I'm feeling a little worked up and excited. ●I'm speaking to Angel at the moment. ○I'm currently wearing black couple t-shirt. ●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. ○I'm currently engaged to Angel Lionis.
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"I-I was going to! But Kate took my phone away while I was in hospital... A-And.. I didn't want to worry you..." "I would've taken the next flight to see you if I knew you were injured. Don't you know I'd be even more worried this way?"
How naive. Crevan was unamused, both by the fact the angel thought keeping his injuries a secret was a better choice and the fact he also chose to hide his injuries even after he came home. Yet the fox still picked a fight with him at such a time, still hurting him despite how much pain the model went through just to come back to him. He leaned against the barricade, golden eye(s) taking in the sight of his fiancee, how angelic he looked, how sweet, tender-loving he can be. Who would've thought that someone would be willing to put such a person through so much pain, so much hurt. Crevan was a lucky man to have someone stick around him despite how painful and unbearable it is. The fox wasn't as flirtatious and easy-going as he appears to be. He's complicated, very hard to deal with, an emotional wreck in general but he's glad Angel loved those parts of him wholeheartedly. There was absolutely no room for doubt.
His thoughts would eventually come to an end when the model huffed and puffed over how the fox laughed at his brute honestly. Crevan rolled his eyes, deciding to deny Angel's accusation of the fox's futile attempts to stifle his laughter but as always, nothing came to mind. He was unable to do so. Instead, he'd 'counterattack' the model, attempting to fluster him as best he could. A smile could be seen, and he'd reach forth and tilt the model's chin upwards. "Oh, sweet Angel, I couldn't help myself. You were so cute. It makes me want to.." he paused, leaning a little closer.
"eat." a little more closer, "you." the fox brought his lips to his ears, and with a whisper, he spoke the final word. "up." and oh, there were just so many ways to do so, so many things the fox has yet to show him. So many.. fun the model has yet experienced. Crevan supposed he could take his time, one by one, little by little. He shuddered, eventually backing away as his thoughts were led astray. He supposed such thoughts were best saved for nightfall, when they indulge themselves in their world of theirs, where they'd allow their emotions to run wild, their cravings, their desires.
He always looked like that? His disappointed expression? Yes, that was true in some ways. Crevan lowered his gaze, feeling guilt-driven, but he was determined to make the model smile, make him laugh as much as he possibly could. Angel wasn't a sex toy. He wasn't someone the fox could so easily dispose of. "I like it better when you smile. So don't pull a long face on me." he answered, once again, uncontrollably, leaving a solid flick upon Angel's forehead. 'Damn.' he mentally cursed at himself for being so careless. Maybe he'd learn how to stop flicking someone. He heaved a sigh, until he noticed Angel's red cheeks. He'd rest his hand against his chest, and the fox could hear his racing heart despite many noises echoing behind. This man.. give him a break. Crevan yanked him over by the arm, and he'd press his lips against his neck, leaving his mark in a visible area as deep, excited growls escape his lips. "You need to learn how to stop being such a tease." he warned, pulling away only to admire the little bruised mark upon his neck. A smile curved his lips, and his golden orbs flickered with mixed emotions. Lust, passion, desire. "You make me want to make a rough mess out of you. Oh, you have no idea the things I will do to you." he growled, letting go and turning away as he allowed his eye to scan his surroundings. The longer he talked to Angel, the less likely he'll be able to control himself. Just how did he get himself involved with his person. He shook his head, and he'd take aim at the tan skinned male with navy blue locks that was not too far from where the fox stood.
-Dice Roll Number: 5- (Tyrese) Just a small flash of a scene, silver locks, sweat trickling down the sides of his cheeks, clouded heterochromias. His aim went haywire, causing it to splatter upon the white canvas behind him. A miss.
He cursed under his breath. A missing eye. Clouded mind. Nice move, Crevan. Real nice. Get yourself killed out in this shooting field, why don't you? He'd take notice of the bullets that came shooting, and instinctively, he'd grab Angel and take the bullets in his stead. The fox would hiss in pain as paint splattered upon his thigh. Damn, that stung like a bee, but of course, the model wouldn't have it. The fox would jump ever so slightly at the bullets that fired from Angel's firearm, and he'd laugh at how furious his eyes looked. Instead, he'd simply pull Angel and duck behind yet another obstacle. This man.. honestly..
The next scene threw him off guard completely. Band aids? Bandages? What is the model taking him for? He's tougher than he looks. The fox frown, this time, not holding back on the flick upon the same spot on the model's forehead. "Stop it. I'm not a baby. It takes more than that to hurt me. You're overreacting." he huffed, picking up the rifle Angel so recklessly dropped upon the ground. When he'd laid eyes upon the medical supplies in his pockets, the fox could no longer stifle his laughter. What is he? A nanny?
"Goodness, Angel. What do you take me for?!"
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Lelwani was hit twice, though that wasn't much of an issue more so the fact that he looked kinda angry for some reason. She frowned for a moment, well....she couldn't just let that pass now could she? No no. Not at all, especially not from a person she missed. Why that wouldn't be right at all. She moved from her spot, checking her gun again as moved about for a better shot. She was a bit obvious about this "Well aren't you two the definition of enamored~!" she spoke out loud with a faux-Texan accent. She had listened to it for a moment before turning her baby blue eyes upon them. Within a moment she aimed her rifle as them and pulled the trigger (Angel - 10, 8- Hit! Hit!) watching the purple splatter against the males chest. She then aimed it at Crevan who she already hit and did the same (Crevan - 6,9- Hit! Miss!) and watched the purple splatter against his chest as well though she missed one. At least she hit em both twice then. She whistled "Looks my work is done. You two doves continue on with what you were doing." she said and checked her rifle for a moment. She had one shot with it left before she'd need to exchange clips. She placed the rifle on her shoulder and began to walk away to find someone to possibly use it on, whistling a happy tune, though it sounded like a bird whistle.
Ammo: 1 Extra: 2 Clips
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Venue:[ Essence de Soleil (Team Purple)] ✉✉Accompaniment:[Potential Victims & Allies]✉✉Mood:[Birdy]✉✉Finance:[Mel handles the money]✉✉Style:[Solo]✉✉Attire: [In Picture]✉✉OOC:
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Zara supposed it was better off unseen. For now.
"It's not nice to laugh at the misfortune of others -" so he says. But was that going to stop her? The siren crossed her arms and huffed. She was going to laugh at whatever she wished to laugh at, and he wasn't going to stop her. Seeing he was finally ready to catch their chosen game, Zara flashed a prideful smile at the sound of being called "my queen" - it was definitely much better than princess as everyone else would call her. "Ready? You were the one holding me back."
Hakem was hurting, but he supposed it was only a minor pain compared to his usual threshold. Still, he was likely to be taking it easy from here on out and using a cold compress on any strained muscles. He hadn't gotten down like this in quite some time, not since- his mind diverted once he knew his nose was bleeding. Oddly enough it hadn't registered that it was, all of him felt slightly wet from sweating so heavily; the smell should have set his senses off still. He knew now, so the wolf began searching for a way to remove his jet pack. There had to be another button, or was he stuck with it for a while? After enough feeling around he did find a latch, tipping backwards, almost off his feet entirely, when the straps slackened and slipped off his shoulders. Dropping it with a heavy grunt and regaining his balance, the wolf clawed apart the velcro adhesive and slung off the vest with the same sentiments. There was immediate relief as he hitched the collar of his shirt and cleaned his face best he could, it was stained from the first few minutes he hadn't noticed the blood anyway, no point in morning the soiled cotton. His stomach cooled slightly when his shirt shifted upwards with his hands, breath remaining heavy once he released it to pinch his nostrils and teeter his head back.
"You got pelted." He jeered towards the other wolf in good fun, chuckling under his breath as a deeper frown covered the author's lips. What a bad sport! Hakem would have snickered more, except it was pointed out that he hadn't exactly gotten off scotch free himself. A curious light invated his plum orbs as he released his nostrils and inspected himself. A cyan splotch part way on his cheek from nailing the upper side of his shoulder just below where his neck peeked out of his shirt. When? Another shot on the hem of his pants, four more on his jet pack. But he hadn't seen anyone! Yes, he'd sensed quite a few people around but he would have blatantly seen them shoot either coming down the stairs or when he successfully managed his jet pack. No one would be so inconsiderate to shoot when he fallen so hard! Guess not! He just had the feeling, a hunch based off a split second instinct when he'd plummeted earlier. Without him seeing, though? Could it have been another tactical weapon for the match? Hakem nibbled the corner of his thumb in thought, eyes shrouded by damp strands of hanging navy hair. It might be a teeny bit over the top, but he had nothing better to do than follow his hunch. This old sniffer could still be good for one thing, he was sure.
"See ya." His gun was reloaded and his jet pack hunkered back on, the wolf leaving his protective gear behind to all but fold his physical form into the effortless prowl of a hunter. Although his nephew called something to him, he was already tracking retrospectively to the place whence he began the match. The two would be gone by now he was sure, but he'd track them. His lips tickled as they parted enough to flow a breath from between them, his steps quick, steady and soundless. His bullets weren't just for the man from before, but surely he'd save a special shot for him. For now he hit the now blonde but nevertheless cosplayed man from before and his platinum blonde female companion- Zara again, because they were still standing around. And with a shake of his head he found where the tealette man and tan skinned man had hidden. He could be sure this was their scent? If he could follow the trail directly down the path they'd taken then he'd know. This he did, locking route to the statue they'd ran to. So far so good. One scent broke off, this one was like...cookies, and...Hakem's brows furrowed. Neither of these were human, additionally, the second he couldn't identify by species, which was exceedingly rare in his trade. He followed it up the stairs, down the opposite side. Cyan splatters on the ceiling; his instincts were right.
They were catalogued as the predator moved on as fluidly as just before, better than with the bulky vest. He would use his jet pack decisively, once he was right on top of his target. And he would be. His eyes narrowed, the canal of his ears vibrating with sound waves. So much noise, yet not. Obviously basic detection wouldn't be enough. Scent was good, but not pin point accurate. It was clear by that attack that vision wasn't an easy given anymore either. But oh boy would he find him regardless.
Chester worked the clip into the gun, feeling glad that he had finally reloaded for the sake of looking for new fish to fry. But still, he was certain that he would be sweating as hell, perspiration now gathering on his head because of the helmet aside from his neck, back and legs. A squelching noise almost made him jump and his orange orbs scanned for the source. What the hell? That was his reaction at the sight of the figure flying through the air with a jetpack, though the middle-aged man had to get used to the controls. He had read about advantages before, but he would never expect them to be outrageous as the levitating contraption the other was wielding. Another set of shots were picked up through his hearing, though the downside was that the gunner was nowhere to be found, possibly with an invisibility spell or something. Damn, he should realize that even supernatural creatures would exist in the city aside from the normal folk.
But that one aside, he heard a bird’s chirp, and his eyes spotted the blue-haired girl (Lelwani). Almost immediately, he dashed, aiming at the girl with four pellets (5th day dice rolls: 1, 4, 9, 2), though only two landed on her vest before hiding to another unoccupied pillar. With the event almost over, he should get a bit more serious this time.
