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"A blade dancer, hmm. That we do seem to have some similarities than." He shrugged slightly "I suppose you could say it is then." Though was it exactly something he was truly good at? He wasn't an idiot, he knew when it comes to constructing a character-- most might take masteries that worked...

The key to any good game was to be predictable in some aspects and allow the other party to think they were the one's winning. They would show their hand and than afterwards one would hit them with the full checkmate. He couldn't help the chuckle that left him, the almost dark undertones yet...

It was clear as day that the wound would leave a nasty marking that would last with Damien probably for the rest of his life. Though did it mean that he would be out for the count until the end of this ghostly night? Who knew. Blood did in fact soak his white shirt a deep deep crimson red. It...

Camus really didn't hear the talk of being stuck in the game. No what was on her mind was getting the damn charm back and getting to change back to his true form. Though Lorelei wasn't having it at all A hiss left her when she was called cute by Lorelei. The teasing that she was doing. Yet even...

96/150 -10HP Retaliation damage When he might have actually been enjoying himself in the terms of the fight. One couldn't say that Camus was as crazed as Thousand was when it came to the battle. No Camus if anything was just finally glad he was able to get a hang of coating his sword with blood...

The magic wasn't coming or working the way he wanted it to. It should be working better than this-- so why wasn't it working the way he wanted. He needed to edit this blood doll out of being that dreaded form-- he hated it so much. That was the point, sure he knew it was her aim-- though he...

The two were bickering much like cats and dogs-- oddly enough like their characters in Terrasphere. Okay, maybe real life was bit worse. Damien was showing clear signs of mental disorders and one clear thing-- he didn't recognize that his little sister was right there. Yet, at the beginning he...

He could be a gentleman, he could have manners-- he just typically chose to keep that mask up for the world. The sly and a tad too proud one who was a sarcastic ass. Though one had to remember he had a way with his silver tongue. He knew how to charm others-- it was just another way that most...

Camus had to wonder about said magical qualities he had just partook in-- but he had a feeling it would bear's head sooner or later. The woman seemed the type to, like him, enjoy toying with others. The little demon was silent, and that was truly unsettling. He knew he and Darkness were...

HP: 106/150 -5 HP Retaliation damage -14 HP Hewmalog damage Camus would never feel bad, okay maybe in the past he might have. Maybe just a little bit, but it wouldn't have been too noticable, due to the mask he always wore. Though now, well now things had changed too much for him to feel...

He saw the manor as it came into view all of a sudden. Did he expect much less with what she had pulled on him? The woman was coated with magic, so would it be that odd to think she didn't have some magical hidden manor? No-- why of course not. Though it wasn't the only thing that was new to him...

HP: 125/150 -10 HP Retaliation damage *** Who knew why Camus was like this. Camus didn't even know why sometimes. He would sometimes blame the little demon-- but perhaps he was just naturally psychotic or really just enjoyed the thrill of battle. That or tormenting others really. He wasn't...

As she took his hand, or so he thought, the woman did something unexpected. Her hand reaching into a pocket that one might not have seen without inspection -- not that he cared. Though what he did seem interest in was the small card that was given to the bouncer. A single name in bold -Mikael...

Somewhere in Redchron.... A pact of sorts had been made, eh not really a pact. There was no contract signed , nothing holding him to it, but his word. His word wasn't always the best thing. Camus wore a mask, his silver tongue and sly nature , well it got him in trouble. He should have known...

HP: 135/150 All he got was simple shrug from the other. "Seems ya might have picked the wrong one here, champ." Sometimes he could do without the little demon inside his mind. He might not even get a stir out of the other. Though he might just get that challenge after all. Though he was already...

This wasn't really the time for a sibling fight, not like either truly knew. One didn't know and one was telling herself to not. Oh the almost insane laughter left his lips. "So bloody hilarious. You actually saving someone. That teenager is probably as good as dead soon anyways. Each minute...

He expected no reply at all, and he didn't get one at all. Though the question would be if the princess would show. Now he could have done some more research and scouted out the areas. He could have found a raunchy type club, one that was more of a stripper or dance show. Though this place would...

Naturally Caelynn reacted the way that he loved. A moth to the flame really. He snorted "I mean if it makes you feel better, Pinkie, you could write it down for me. Maybe I might remember it. Maybe not. Most likely not. So really you get to choose . Do you like Cruellie or Pinkie?~ Not that I...

A bloody hand came back from him punching the wall. That was when he heard the static noise from the white noise. That single word-- brother. It was repeated twice. "The fuck..." he started and then a girl was assaulting him. "She pushed him out of the way as if HE was the problem. Oh the girl...

One could never predict how new people would react. That is what made observing and biding ones time important when meeting someone in such a place. There were those that the logic of such went out the window, but the other seemed interesting-- in an off sort of way. Looking for something...