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The War Over Souls [Please join (you know you want to)]
/ Rp - Souls, Supernatural, Contracts / By Ryuusuke [+Watch]
Replies: 11 / 1 years 197 days 19 hours 12 minutes 22 secondsAllowed Users
- [Allowed] isabelladawn
- [Allowed] Artsist560
- [Allowed] Illusion
- [Allowed] DJAndrew
- [Allowed] Bra
- [Queued] Anti-roy
- [Allowed] The_Pickle
- [Queued] Clarified
It was a cold and rainy night. The moon was covered by thick rain clouds, not a shred of moonlight reached earth... at least that's what it seemed to the two children at the park. The weather had turned foul on them, and they were running back home. Visibility was extremely poor, and the cars on the road had their high beams on. A small boy with the snowy white hair raced across the playground and toward the sidewalk. A dark haired brunette girl chased after him while giggling a bit. Charging, they ran onto the street, hoping to get across it before any cars came.
It just so happened that a car was speeding to get home that night. The car charged at them, and when the driver saw the two children it was already too late. The driver slammed on the breaks, but the car's tires lost its traction. The car was out of control! It slid toward them faster and faster until it ran right into them.
"Oh god, I swear I didn't see them! When I did I slammed on the breaks but... but my car just flew forward and hit them!the voice of a woman spoke out loudly, the small boy slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey buddy, welcome back" a doctor spoke gently as he touched the little boy's forehead. The young boy only managed a smile before he fell back into a hazy sleep.
It wasn't until a week later that he found out that his best friend was dead. The following week, they held her funeral. During the funeral, people were all asking... murmuring quietly... why did such a young girl have to die? The young boy blamed himself for everything, it should've been him to die that night. Not his best friend. As soon as the funeral ended, he headed straight home and locked himself in his room. For the first time in a long time, he started crying. Before long it was night, the moon shone through the window and like an angel, the girl appeared before the boy. She then told him a secret, a secret that no normal human should know... After that day, it completely turned the young boy's life around...
"Let's make the contract then... shall we?"
It's been eight years since the incident. Yukio has changed since that night. He's been able to see things differently... literally. Who he thought were human were actually super natural creatures that were thought to exist only in myths and fairy tales. It was crazy! If it weren't for the fact that his friend had been there the entire time, he would've gone insane already.
The secret that was told that night, wasn't actually a secret. It was more like... hidden knowledge. Whenever someone dies, if their heart is linked closely to someone else's the soul will stay chained on earth until the person can get over the loss of the deceased one. But there was a deal... if you can form a contract with the soul then the soul shall take on a physical form and stay with the live person.
Now all's well, but there's a secret group out there called the Reapers. An organization that kills "illegal contractors". What Yukio did was called illegal contracting, creating a contract with a soul, permanently bonding the soul to his own as long as he remains alive; forcing the soul to take on a physical form. The Reapers think it's illegal simply because they:
a) don't want to be over powered
b) want souls to find eternal rest.
A legal contract or "borrowed" contract is when you borrow trapped souls that aren't contracted from around you (and there are tons of those around) and materialize them. Once you're done with them, they pass on peacefully. It's... a way of excercising spirits... in a way. The Reapers use this method to deal with illegal contractors. But not just anyone can use a legal contract. In order to be able to use a borrowed contract, you need a blessed mark on your body. So far, only the Reapers have it. It's in the shape of a scythe on their neck. When it is activated, a black tattered hooded robe covers their body. A large scythe appears in their hands, now you know where the infamous Grim Reaper comes from. It's the same mark on all the Reapers, it's what distinguishes them from illegal contractors.
The illegal contractors have a different mark on the other hand.
This mark is tattooed onto their left chests, right where the heart is. It brands the illegal contractors, apparently the mark is "cursed". Every person that wanted to hold onto that one person that they loved... is branded and has a gruesome death awaiting to happen to them.
Abilities are hidden deep within the bond between soul and human. There are many powerful things that bind two people together. These bonds are manifested just as the soul does. The power is hidden until the two discover that hidden bond. One way is definitely relive the event that killed the soul (but there's no guarantee that you'll find that hidden power), there are many others but no one has discovered them yet.
Now back to the topic of the Reapers and all those technical terms. Now we all know a gruesome death awaits an illegal contractor, but there is a way to avoid this. When the soul's duty is fulfilled then the mark fades, setting the soul free from the ties it has with the person. But so far, no one has gotten that far... only one person was able to free a soul from its bonds. A mother and child. But even then, they almost died from the wrath of the Reapers.
Now, Yukio faces the possibility of death every single day, a Reaper could be right around the corner! Will you hold onto a loved one? Or will you punish those who keep souls chained onto earth because they can't let go? Join and let's see how this turns out.
Rules:
1. Don't ditch, I can't stress this enough. Everyone joins my RP's then ditch.. so... don't ditch. If you need to leave for a long period of time please tell me ahead of time and post a closing post so we aren't stuck there waiting for you to come back.
2. Normal E.S rules, absolutely no god modding though. It pisses me off how people just do it so freely because they want to have an 'edge'. Yeah, no, if you do that I'll warn you once if you do it again i will KICK. YOU. OUT got it? Good... =)
3. Anime pictures are preferable but real pics are cool with me too.
4. Semi lit to lit, no one liners, try to post at least one good paragraph with correct grammar, punctuation, etc. I understand writer's block, and you can use that excuse once per day. If people start becoming illiterate I WILL set up a character limit, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
5. have fun ^^
if you've read the rules please don't post 'eyes' post 'sixth sense' under your skelly =)
Character Skeleton: [send these through PM]
User name:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
What are you? (human/reaper/etc.):
Contract (illegal/borrowed/none):
Spirit's Name (for illegal):
Spirit's Form:
Short Bio:
Sample Post:
Illegal Contractors:
Username: Ryuusuke
Name: Yukio Nadii
Age: 17
Gender: Male
What are you?: Human
Contract: Illegal
Spirit's Name: Sakura Yoshiyuki
Spirit's Form: A katana with a chain attached to its hilt.
Short Bio: It's in the description!
User name: isabelladawn
Name: Avalyn D'Liera
Age: 18
Gender: Female
What are you?: Human
Contract: Illegal
Spirit's Name: Ashur Sterling
Spirit's Form: Sterling silver locket containing a portrait of the two of them together
Short Bio: Avalyn was engaged to be married to a young man she had grown up with. His name was Ashur. But he had gotten involved with drugs and gangs. He owed a lot of people money. On the day of their wedding, while at the altar, one of the people he owed showed up, shooting him and driving away. As Ashur lay dying, he promised Avalyn he would never leave her. That night, their contract was made.
User name: Artsist560
Name: Anika and Ann Blume
Age:Anika died at 6. Ann is 16.
Gender: Female
What are you?: Anika is a soul. Ann is human.
Contract: Illegal
Spirit's Name: Anika Blume
Spirit's Form: Heart locket bracelet with a picture of the two of them together.
Short Bio: Anika and her sister,Ann, loved to go to the beach. When they where 6 they decided to try surfing on vacation. Since it was their first time they didn't know what to do. Anika caught a wave then was pulled under water. Unfortunately she did not come up.
User name: Illusion
Name: Haruka Armstrong
Age: 25
Gender: Female
What are you?: Human
Contract: Illegal
Spirit's Name: Akuji
Spirit's Form: a Swiss-army knife
Short Bio: Ever since Haruka was young, she and Akuji were best friends. They planned on growing old together, as they were a perfect couple. Everything was perfect until the two got in a car crash. Akuji died, and Hakura barely stayed alive. She could barely live without him, so their contract was formed.
Reapers:
Username: DJAndrew
Name: Ochiro Huwei
Age: 18
Gender: Male
What are you?: Reaper
Contract: None
Bio: He was born to be a reaper he spent his life training to become the best reaper and he has grown strong.
User name: Ryuusuke
Name: Ezekiel MacRoy
Age: 19
Gender: Male
What are you?: Reaper
Contract: Borrowed
Spirit's Name: N/A
Spirit's Form: Can shift from a scythe to a spear.
Short Bio: As a child, he had lost his sister to cancer. The day of the funeral, his sister came to him because she couldn't let go of her life as a human. So Ezekiel agreed to a contract with his sister, nothing seemed to change except for the world around him. When their Reaper father found out, they forced a painful extraction spell on him and tore his sister's soul from his own. That night, he was branded a Reaper so that he may never form a contract with any other soul. Because of the fact that he was previously an illegal contractor, he is still able to use his sister's soul form for a short period of time to boost his powers.
Username:Heihachi
Name:Richard Lichone
Age:19
Gender:Male
What are you?:Reaper
Contract:Borrowed
Spirit's name/form:None,a new spirit is used each time because of the Borrowed contract ability.
Short bio:Because of Richard's position inside of the Reaper society,he is constantly being sent out to "scourge" the land of the new illegal contractors that had been seen more and more lately.At the moment,he's stuck inside Sheffield,England trying to find another illegal contractor that managed to get his old best friend to stay with him.Because of his job,he usually tends to forget the names of those he meets or is assigned to,often giving people names that he hand picks for them,before he attacks.He also has an odd tendency to wear feathers on his body,often stitching them up to create makeshift "wings" for appearance,usually stuck on one of the many belts on his body.
Any other character:
Username: Bra
Name: Ruka Kuze
Age: 15
Gender: Female
What are you?: Human, but has a bit of tenshi blood.
Contract: None
Short Bio: Ruka may seem like an ordinary shrine maiden, but she has the blood of a tenshi, celestial angelic beings that grace the Earth by God's orders. Personally, she doesn't know what side she's on and would like to keep it that way. Neutral.
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The sun was bright since it was early in the morning, it felt warm ;however, the negative energy that penetrated the still air of early morning made the snowy white haired boy feel wary of the environment. Yukio glanced over at his childhood friend, she was transparent... a constant reminder that the girl was dead and there was nothing that he could do about it. The only thing that he wished for is to let Sakura pass on peacefully with no pain, fear, or worry. Sure, he missed the times that he was able to hold her hand, hug her... but it was nothing compared to his resolve to let Sakura pass on peacefully. It was his fault that she died in the first place, and because of that he has felt so guilty every time he saw her. The way that she remained a little girl even after so many years... it hurt him a bit to know that time for her had stopped the moment that truck hit her. The paramedics had gotten to the scene too late... if only they came earlier then maybe they could have saved her... maybe she could be like every other girl right now... talking about boys, make-up, hair... what movie she wants to watch... she would be alive. The little girl now floated next to him, watching over him in a way that he should have done for her. She was still dressed in the clothes that she had died in, there was no blood present, but Yukio always imagined how her mangled body had looked back then. She was covered in blood from head to toe, her limbs were bent at awkward angles... and he could have sworn that there was a bone or two sticking out of her. The memory brought a wave of nausea over him and he stopped for a moment so that he wouldn't spill his breakfast all over the road.
"What's wrong, Yuki?" the ghost asked with a concerned expression. Yukio looked up with a paler complexion than before, but he managed out a smile all the same.
"Nothing... nothing's wrong..." the girl didn't seem convinced, but she continued to float in front of him anyway. His smile flickered and died away when she turned her back and he continued to walk; placing one foot in front of the other slowly. It was strange thinking about the day that Sakura died again, it hadn't sunk into his tiny head until the funeral... he must have called out to her unintentionally for her to return to his side. They made a contract... and now she's bound to him until either she passes on or he dies... whether the Reapers do it or he does it himself... he promised himself that he would let her pass on without fear.
Continuing to walk, Yukio found that his feet had brought him to the steps of a temple.
"Huh?" he let out an inquisitive sound as he stared up at the building. It seemed so out of place in this world that sported technology that made everything so much easier... even unnecessary things were made just to entertain the younger generation. Iphones, Itouches, MP3s... they were all unnecessary yet this world adored them all the same. The temple was out of place among the new technology that had taken hold and mesmerized the world.
"Yuki, we need to get to school!" Sakura urged him and he glanced at her for a moment before returning his gaze back to the temple. A girl had come out for a moment, she seemed to be getting something.
"Yeah... let's go..." he murmured and started to head back toward the direction of his school.
"We have to go... quickly... we have to hide our presence from them..." he started again and glanced at her for a moment. A moment of understanding came between them and she nodded.
Hitching his backpack up on his shoulder, he smiled at Sakura for a moment before taking off at a sprint. He ran as fast as he could, the aura of the Reapers were bearing down on him like a giant weight. He is probably one of the only ones who have survived this long without the Reapers noticing him. It seems that child spirits are much harder to detect because they're a lot purer than usual, plus he contracted the spirit when he was a kid so their "scent" is a lot less noticeable than usual. He started to feel his breath grow heavy, he knew they were close but they couldn't find him easily... he made ever precaution. Like he said... he would allow Sakura to pass on without anything interfering.
Soon, he entered the school through the large mechanical gates. He tried to catch his breath as he walked into the building. Many students were arriving before the bell to get what was left of their homework done. He calmly walked to his classroom with Sakura floating behind him. Her physical form was strapped to his backpack, he joined the kendo club to make the appearance of the katana a lot less suspicious. He's a lot better at defending himself now then before, and he knew that the Reapers would not take him down without a good fight.
The sun was bright since it was early in the morning, it felt warm ;however, the negative energy that penetrated the still air of early morning made the snowy white haired boy feel wary of the environment. Yukio glanced over at his childhood friend, she was transparent... a constant reminder that the girl was dead and there was nothing that he could do about it. The only thing that he wished for is to let Sakura pass on peacefully with no pain, fear, or worry. Sure, he missed the times that he was able to hold her hand, hug her... but it was nothing compared to his resolve to let Sakura pass on peacefully. It was his fault that she died in the first place, and because of that he has felt so guilty every time he saw her. The way that she remained a little girl even after so many years... it hurt him a bit to know that time for her had stopped the moment that truck hit her. The paramedics had gotten to the scene too late... if only they came earlier then maybe they could have saved her... maybe she could be like every other girl right now... talking about boys, make-up, hair... what movie she wants to watch... she would be alive. The little girl now floated next to him, watching over him in a way that he should have done for her. She was still dressed in the clothes that she had died in, there was no blood present, but Yukio always imagined how her mangled body had looked back then. She was covered in blood from head to toe, her limbs were bent at awkward angles... and he could have sworn that there was a bone or two sticking out of her. The memory brought a wave of nausea over him and he stopped for a moment so that he wouldn't spill his breakfast all over the road.
"What's wrong, Yuki?" the ghost asked with a concerned expression. Yukio looked up with a paler complexion than before, but he managed out a smile all the same.
"Nothing... nothing's wrong..." the girl didn't seem convinced, but she continued to float in front of him anyway. His smile flickered and died away when she turned her back and he continued to walk; placing one foot in front of the other slowly. It was strange thinking about the day that Sakura died again, it hadn't sunk into his tiny head until the funeral... he must have called out to her unintentionally for her to return to his side. They made a contract... and now she's bound to him until either she passes on or he dies... whether the Reapers do it or he does it himself... he promised himself that he would let her pass on without fear.
Continuing to walk, Yukio found that his feet had brought him to the steps of a temple.
"Huh?" he let out an inquisitive sound as he stared up at the building. It seemed so out of place in this world that sported technology that made everything so much easier... even unnecessary things were made just to entertain the younger generation. Iphones, Itouches, MP3s... they were all unnecessary yet this world adored them all the same. The temple was out of place among the new technology that had taken hold and mesmerized the world.
"Yuki, we need to get to school!" Sakura urged him and he glanced at her for a moment before returning his gaze back to the temple. A girl had come out for a moment, she seemed to be getting something.
"Yeah... let's go..." he murmured and started to head back toward the direction of his school.
"We have to go... quickly... we have to hide our presence from them..." he started again and glanced at her for a moment. A moment of understanding came between them and she nodded.
Hitching his backpack up on his shoulder, he smiled at Sakura for a moment before taking off at a sprint. He ran as fast as he could, the aura of the Reapers were bearing down on him like a giant weight. He is probably one of the only ones who have survived this long without the Reapers noticing him. It seems that child spirits are much harder to detect because they're a lot purer than usual, plus he contracted the spirit when he was a kid so their "scent" is a lot less noticeable than usual. He started to feel his breath grow heavy, he knew they were close but they couldn't find him easily... he made ever precaution. Like he said... he would allow Sakura to pass on without anything interfering.
Soon, he entered the school through the large mechanical gates. He tried to catch his breath as he walked into the building. Many students were arriving before the bell to get what was left of their homework done. He calmly walked to his classroom with Sakura floating behind him. Her physical form was strapped to his backpack, he joined the kendo club to make the appearance of the katana a lot less suspicious. He's a lot better at defending himself now then before, and he knew that the Reapers would not take him down without a good fight.
~Oh,don't worry,:3.It's understandable.~
It didn't take too long for the belt-clad intruder to figure out that there was no need to wait for orders in any way,shape,or form.This might have been one of the only times that he must have forgotten something.To think that he,one of the smartest and most philosophical reapers in the entire world,just forgot a simple every day errand!It was embarrassing and outrageous!He huffed loudly,shaking the hair that hung down over his eyelids,before standing up and making his way outside of the building he had still been presiding in after the death of the illegal contract pair.
He was supposed to just be killing illegal contract pairs in the first place,not waiting around to figure out certain ones that somehow hold more importance over the rest of the rebellious scum.This didn't really require too much energy to perform,luckily,as all a reaper really needed to do to figure out whether a person had an illegal contract or not was just look at them.It was sort of a mind reaction;usually the ideas of the more "strict" half of a reaper's mind coincided with that of the "fun" side,creating a new part of the brain which allowed for extreme thought process and more likelyhood of telling a straight forward lie from an honest truth.At least,that's how he decided the "radar" mode of a reaper worked.
Of course,there were those that wouldn't even try to lie at all,but would instead attack him straight away,like that last pair he just killed off did.This mind process he cleverly thought of also took care of this in a simple and effective method.This new brain mode allowed the reaper to easily plan attacks that were thrown at him from simple movements,and instantly make the body react to the blow with a counter strike before the reaper could even imagine what they were doing.Of course,none of this went by Richard's head.He would always rain down upon the one who attacked him after successfully taking away their only chance of surviving the onslaught of his "quiet rage",killing them off before they could even remember what their damn birthday was.That would most likely not run through their mind at all during this,though,so there was no need to imagine such foolish inconveniences.
Richard continued to head outside of the warehouse,and into the blazing light of the outside world,smiling as he did.The sun itself was quite a wonder,as were all of these people surrounding him.Their brains and muscle systems allowed them to perform feats impossible to many other beings on the planet,easily seen with the creation of heavily technological machinery.He couldn't even go to a restaurant anymore without seeing some bizarre soda machine that allowed the customer to pick which soda,energy drink,or juice they wanted,and which flavorings to put inside of the drink.Even someone as capable as he couldn't possibly think about how this went on.Of course,these continued with inventions like "wi-fi",and "gaming consoles".Oh,how he wished for the times to revert back to the medieval ages.At least everything was simpler back then.
As he continued out along the large city walk way,he happened to pass across something that almost made him retch in disgust at it's mere sight.There was a large church blocking his way,taunting him with it's stained glass windows invisioned with pictures of the holy savior and his deeds to the christian public.Oh,how he just wanted to break the entire structure down with a bomb laden airplane and leave the area as if nothing happened at all.That would bring him so much joy.It wasn't the holy factor of the building that he hated the most,however.It was the fact that these buildings kept him from doing his job in an extremely mischievous and childish way,much like a Jehovah's witness and a flattened bike tire.
The church buildings were almost like radar jammers,keeping the reapers from seeking out illegal contractors from a distance.The extremely large buildings taunted him like some jet-sized bat out of hell,always seeking him out at ever turn and popping out of no where when he needed his "searching powers" the most.What was the point of making these buildings again?To make bad people make up for their sins?Why didn't they just keep from sinning in the first place?It would save a lot of time on their part,and would allow him to do his damn job in peace without a goliath structure like this blocking his view in every way possible.
If he was the kind of person that literally messed with people's lives just for his own concern,then he would go in and just desecrate everything that pathetic building has to offer to the Christian Lord.If he just had five minutes of free time in there with nothing but his scythe and all of the christians in the entire world,every single one of them would go down in the crapper just because of the pain they had put him through.Pffft,churches!They couldn't even stand up to a natural disaster,so why make them at all?It's just something to literally make Jesus face palm at.
As he continued on his way once more,he spotted something he know he hasn't seen in a long while.A short glint out of the center of his view,followed by a short rattle,gave him the satisfaction of seeing an old timey gumball machine outside of a city diner.He ran up to it with the glee of a preschooler,fishing in his belted pockets for a quarter,but instead pulling out a dollar in return.Even better!Now I can buy four of the little gumballs instead of one!He ran over inside of his head as he moved into the diner,smiling widely as he did.This was going to be a payday,for sure.
Once he got into the building,he immediately walked up to the front counter,acting as though he had some class.His outfit seemed to deny any thought of this,but he didn't notice at all as the dollar bill was slammed down in front of the stupefied waitress."Can I get four quarters in change,please?There's something I would rather get with those than with this odd looking piece of paper." He said,almost completely shattering his "smart" outlook as the woman stared at him with some kind of strange belief.After just assuming he was foreign,she popped the dollar into the cash register,handing him his change,and wiping her brow with relief as he walked out.
Before too long,the quarters were shoved into the money slot,and the front crank was turned multiply times once a quarter was fed into the contraption.Four little colorful spheres rolled down a spiral ramp,clacking against the metal grate keeping them inside with the same amount of bumps.A bandaged hand quickly moved inside for the little sweet treats,and Richard smiled widely when it came back out,holding the four marvels within his right palm.One of them was placed in his other hand,about to be tossed into his mouth,when the reaper felt a poking feel at his back.
Richard turned around and looked straight in front of him,surprised that he couldn't see a single thing in his short line of sight.Only once he couldn't see anything did he look down purely out of common sense,looking straight down into a kid's face.The kid was pulling at his leg bandages,looking as though he wanted what he just got from the machine.The taller man gave a sigh,before giving the red gumball to the boy,watching him smile and thank the strange looking man before running off.Richard smiled back,then laughed lightly.He might be a "evil" guy in some cases,but he was true hearted,sure enough.
It didn't take too long for the belt-clad intruder to figure out that there was no need to wait for orders in any way,shape,or form.This might have been one of the only times that he must have forgotten something.To think that he,one of the smartest and most philosophical reapers in the entire world,just forgot a simple every day errand!It was embarrassing and outrageous!He huffed loudly,shaking the hair that hung down over his eyelids,before standing up and making his way outside of the building he had still been presiding in after the death of the illegal contract pair.
He was supposed to just be killing illegal contract pairs in the first place,not waiting around to figure out certain ones that somehow hold more importance over the rest of the rebellious scum.This didn't really require too much energy to perform,luckily,as all a reaper really needed to do to figure out whether a person had an illegal contract or not was just look at them.It was sort of a mind reaction;usually the ideas of the more "strict" half of a reaper's mind coincided with that of the "fun" side,creating a new part of the brain which allowed for extreme thought process and more likelyhood of telling a straight forward lie from an honest truth.At least,that's how he decided the "radar" mode of a reaper worked.
Of course,there were those that wouldn't even try to lie at all,but would instead attack him straight away,like that last pair he just killed off did.This mind process he cleverly thought of also took care of this in a simple and effective method.This new brain mode allowed the reaper to easily plan attacks that were thrown at him from simple movements,and instantly make the body react to the blow with a counter strike before the reaper could even imagine what they were doing.Of course,none of this went by Richard's head.He would always rain down upon the one who attacked him after successfully taking away their only chance of surviving the onslaught of his "quiet rage",killing them off before they could even remember what their damn birthday was.That would most likely not run through their mind at all during this,though,so there was no need to imagine such foolish inconveniences.
Richard continued to head outside of the warehouse,and into the blazing light of the outside world,smiling as he did.The sun itself was quite a wonder,as were all of these people surrounding him.Their brains and muscle systems allowed them to perform feats impossible to many other beings on the planet,easily seen with the creation of heavily technological machinery.He couldn't even go to a restaurant anymore without seeing some bizarre soda machine that allowed the customer to pick which soda,energy drink,or juice they wanted,and which flavorings to put inside of the drink.Even someone as capable as he couldn't possibly think about how this went on.Of course,these continued with inventions like "wi-fi",and "gaming consoles".Oh,how he wished for the times to revert back to the medieval ages.At least everything was simpler back then.
As he continued out along the large city walk way,he happened to pass across something that almost made him retch in disgust at it's mere sight.There was a large church blocking his way,taunting him with it's stained glass windows invisioned with pictures of the holy savior and his deeds to the christian public.Oh,how he just wanted to break the entire structure down with a bomb laden airplane and leave the area as if nothing happened at all.That would bring him so much joy.It wasn't the holy factor of the building that he hated the most,however.It was the fact that these buildings kept him from doing his job in an extremely mischievous and childish way,much like a Jehovah's witness and a flattened bike tire.
The church buildings were almost like radar jammers,keeping the reapers from seeking out illegal contractors from a distance.The extremely large buildings taunted him like some jet-sized bat out of hell,always seeking him out at ever turn and popping out of no where when he needed his "searching powers" the most.What was the point of making these buildings again?To make bad people make up for their sins?Why didn't they just keep from sinning in the first place?It would save a lot of time on their part,and would allow him to do his damn job in peace without a goliath structure like this blocking his view in every way possible.
If he was the kind of person that literally messed with people's lives just for his own concern,then he would go in and just desecrate everything that pathetic building has to offer to the Christian Lord.If he just had five minutes of free time in there with nothing but his scythe and all of the christians in the entire world,every single one of them would go down in the crapper just because of the pain they had put him through.Pffft,churches!They couldn't even stand up to a natural disaster,so why make them at all?It's just something to literally make Jesus face palm at.
As he continued on his way once more,he spotted something he know he hasn't seen in a long while.A short glint out of the center of his view,followed by a short rattle,gave him the satisfaction of seeing an old timey gumball machine outside of a city diner.He ran up to it with the glee of a preschooler,fishing in his belted pockets for a quarter,but instead pulling out a dollar in return.Even better!Now I can buy four of the little gumballs instead of one!He ran over inside of his head as he moved into the diner,smiling widely as he did.This was going to be a payday,for sure.
Once he got into the building,he immediately walked up to the front counter,acting as though he had some class.His outfit seemed to deny any thought of this,but he didn't notice at all as the dollar bill was slammed down in front of the stupefied waitress."Can I get four quarters in change,please?There's something I would rather get with those than with this odd looking piece of paper." He said,almost completely shattering his "smart" outlook as the woman stared at him with some kind of strange belief.After just assuming he was foreign,she popped the dollar into the cash register,handing him his change,and wiping her brow with relief as he walked out.
Before too long,the quarters were shoved into the money slot,and the front crank was turned multiply times once a quarter was fed into the contraption.Four little colorful spheres rolled down a spiral ramp,clacking against the metal grate keeping them inside with the same amount of bumps.A bandaged hand quickly moved inside for the little sweet treats,and Richard smiled widely when it came back out,holding the four marvels within his right palm.One of them was placed in his other hand,about to be tossed into his mouth,when the reaper felt a poking feel at his back.
Richard turned around and looked straight in front of him,surprised that he couldn't see a single thing in his short line of sight.Only once he couldn't see anything did he look down purely out of common sense,looking straight down into a kid's face.The kid was pulling at his leg bandages,looking as though he wanted what he just got from the machine.The taller man gave a sigh,before giving the red gumball to the boy,watching him smile and thank the strange looking man before running off.Richard smiled back,then laughed lightly.He might be a "evil" guy in some cases,but he was true hearted,sure enough.
Everything was peaceful as the night grew weary. The stars twinkled down on the bright city as men and woman made their ways to a safe, comfortable place they called home. Everything was peaceful. Until a police siren sounded, bringing dreadful memories back to Haruka Armstrong.
"Hey, Akuji, slow down! We aren't in a rush or anything. Please, I think I hear a cop car somewhere close!" a twenty year old girl pleaded to her beloved fiancee.
"You have nothing to worry about, honey. I'll make sure nothing bad happens. If something were to, I want you to know that I love you." the young man turned and kissed his significant other on the forehead, which calmed her down a bit.
"Okay, I love you too, but please, you know how paranoid I am. I mean my parents died in a car crash as well. Just- just don't be stupid."
"Baby, I won't, you can trust me, can't you?"
Before any sort of response could come from the girl, a loud, ear-shattering sound came from her. Sparks from metal crashing into each other flew everywhere. The siren to the police car made sickening, distorted noises. For a slight second, while everyone was alive, Haruka began to whisper what she thought would be her last words, "I'll miss you, I love you." And soon after that, only blackness came for the man.
A little over five years had passed since that day, and even though the young couple weren't separated, the day in which Haruka lost her beloved still haunted her. Akuji died that day, due to his stubbornness, but she still believed it was her fault. Luckily for them, they made a contract so he could stay with her, but that didn't make up for the fact that everything was scary for her. She grew more and more paranoid until Akuji's spirit calmed her.
Many nights, including this one, she was wakened by none other than a dream, reliving the day Haruka hated most. She dreaded going to sleep because she knew that once every however many days she would see that horrible, despicable day over and over again. Screaming and crying soon followed the dreadful, morbid rendition, much like this night. "Honey, calm down," a soft, soothing voice called, echoing throughout the house, finally reaching her ears.
"I can't go on like this! I relive that awful day almost every week. It kills me! Why didn't you slow down that night?" she cried.
"I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean for it to happen, as you surely know. I wish I did, but at the time I didn't think about it." he responded.
The two stopped talking just like that. This happened every time she dreamed about the night, but they never thought to do anything else. The two just waited, and waited for the night to end, slowly and ever so slowly did it eventually come...
(I'm sorry for the poorly written post. I sort of rushed it due to the holidays...)
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"Hey, Akuji, slow down! We aren't in a rush or anything. Please, I think I hear a cop car somewhere close!" a twenty year old girl pleaded to her beloved fiancee.
"You have nothing to worry about, honey. I'll make sure nothing bad happens. If something were to, I want you to know that I love you." the young man turned and kissed his significant other on the forehead, which calmed her down a bit.
"Okay, I love you too, but please, you know how paranoid I am. I mean my parents died in a car crash as well. Just- just don't be stupid."
"Baby, I won't, you can trust me, can't you?"
Before any sort of response could come from the girl, a loud, ear-shattering sound came from her. Sparks from metal crashing into each other flew everywhere. The siren to the police car made sickening, distorted noises. For a slight second, while everyone was alive, Haruka began to whisper what she thought would be her last words, "I'll miss you, I love you." And soon after that, only blackness came for the man.
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A little over five years had passed since that day, and even though the young couple weren't separated, the day in which Haruka lost her beloved still haunted her. Akuji died that day, due to his stubbornness, but she still believed it was her fault. Luckily for them, they made a contract so he could stay with her, but that didn't make up for the fact that everything was scary for her. She grew more and more paranoid until Akuji's spirit calmed her.
Many nights, including this one, she was wakened by none other than a dream, reliving the day Haruka hated most. She dreaded going to sleep because she knew that once every however many days she would see that horrible, despicable day over and over again. Screaming and crying soon followed the dreadful, morbid rendition, much like this night. "Honey, calm down," a soft, soothing voice called, echoing throughout the house, finally reaching her ears.
"I can't go on like this! I relive that awful day almost every week. It kills me! Why didn't you slow down that night?" she cried.
"I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean for it to happen, as you surely know. I wish I did, but at the time I didn't think about it." he responded.
The two stopped talking just like that. This happened every time she dreamed about the night, but they never thought to do anything else. The two just waited, and waited for the night to end, slowly and ever so slowly did it eventually come...
(I'm sorry for the poorly written post. I sort of rushed it due to the holidays...)
Haruka Armstrong / Illusion / 1y 178d 18h 42m 7s
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The soft footsteps against wooden boards headed towards downward into the hallways. The little girl's steps were soft and rhythmic. Her raven black hair long enough to tickle the skin of her ears. Her name was Ruka, and little Ruka was in the search of her mother, the head shrine priest whom was usually wandering about the area. The beautiful woman who devoted herself strongly into her religion watched over the little trainees as they cleaned the rooms. Ruka halted when she caught the attention of another trainee, who was just finishing up her chores. The girl glowered down on Ruka with annoyance. What a brat. She just swept and mopped that floor!
"What do you want, child?" she glowered. She wrung the handle of the mop. An intimidating technique that usually sent all the little ones away from her sight. It wasn't like she was the bully around these parts. She just didn't have any patience. Little Ruka asked politely. "Do you know where my mo-Obachiko-sama-went?" she slipped up. She swore that there was a vein popping on the older girl's head. "Oh, so you think you're better than us just because the shrine priest is your mother?" she narrowed her eyes at Ruka. Soon, other shrine maiden trainees watched the little argument from the other halls. The sound of a nearby sliding door made of paper meant someone was poking their heads out from cleaning the rooms to watch. The black haired girl shook her head in defense.
"It was my fault. I'm sorry for saying that." the old soul tried to calm the more aggressive girl down. No one wanted to step in and diminish this although there were looks of disapproval shot in the other girl's direction. An explanation on why the upper-shrine maiden was so sour because she probably went orphanage to another without any one to adopt her. Obachiko adopted with all the other girls who were without families and cared for them. Just when the girl thought she had a mamma for herself: her came a swollen belly and contractions. This one was the few who didn't take it well.
"Ui-san, stop being so hard on the girl." a gentle hand clasped on the older girl's shoulder. Ruka's starry eyes looked up and brightened with relief. The beautiful face with long, black hair smiled to the both of them. Her lips naturally a peach color so it appeared she always had makeup. "Obachiko-sama" the girl muttered before her head when downwards in shame. She felt bad for getting angry the woman's child. Ui's brown, mousy bangs shadowed her eyes. The girl nodded "Excuse me." before shuffling away to the same room where another girl was watching earlier. Ui pushed her back a few feet away so she could get inside.
Ruka watched with saddened eyes before her attention when back to her mother. "Obachiko-sama. There's a dying bird outside." she said with a bit of frenzy in her voice. Her memory shifting back to when the little sparrow was flapping its wings listlessly on the ground. The woman blinked slowly before appearing to seemed as worried as her daughter. "My my, well why are we standing here for," she said as she speed walked a little and ushered Ruka to lead the way. "we must hurry! There isn't much time, yes?"
Ruka looked over her shoulder and looked at her mother's pale complexion before grunting an agreement. Off the side of her peripheral vision was Ui, whose brown, long bangs were covering her eyes from an angle her head was in. She was looking onto Ruka with an expression she never met before. Her mamma explained it before, however, she couldn't remember. What was it? Well, whatever it was, it was something that she should be worried about.
Awkward minutes passed until they're reached the outer courtyard of the their Japanese-themed home. Ruka was about to do the honors of opening the door when her mother did so inside, leaning over the smaller girl and sliding the paper door out of their way. It were moments like this that made Ruka savor being near her Mom. Even if it was weird or even creepy. Mm, she smelled like something sweet. A sweet flower. There were numerous flowers that were sprouted about the area so Ruka couldn't exactly pinpoint which specific flower it was, even if she did water the flowers as one of her household chores.
And then there it was. The little sparrow who was now still in a patch of grass. It was a bit out of character for Ruka, but she bounced up and down and pointed to where the sparrow was. "Right there! Right there!" she repeated before she noticed the pained expression on the head shrine priest's face. The woman approached the patch of tall, healthy grass; her daughter following in pursuit, and combed through the blades until she found the carcass of the sparrow.
Ruka teetered over her mother's right shoulder and glanced down to where her mother's hands were holding and stared. The corpse of the bird was cradled dearly in those petite hands of her. No tears rimmed around little Ruka's eyes. She just stared with indifference. Her mother's dark brown eyes watched how mature her daughter acted.
"Ruka-chan. Why aren't you crying?" her asked after burying the bird in a small mound of dirt just near the forest. Obachiko watched her daughter's face silently. Ruka shrugged her shoulders in response and opened her mouth to answer vocally. "Why should I? It's dead already and there's nothing I can do to bring him back." she responded. The older shrine maiden remained silent before kneeling down and staring at her daughter with pained eyes. Why was she so sad? Was her mother about to cry?
"You're such a big girl." her mother smiled softly, stroking untamed locks of black hair before wrapping her arms around her and hugging her only daughter. The only daughter she gave birth to. Ruka was caught off guard by this before her little arms slowly hugged her mother back. "Mamma?" she said. No misunderstanding of what she said to her mother. Then everything seemed to move more slowly, Ruka's mind was being pulled back from memories into reality.
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An older version of the girl stirred in her sleep. The shrine maiden's internal clock woke her up just before the Sun rose. Hastily, she sat up, patting down her somewhat longer messy black hair down and feeling someone's foot poking at her side. Naturally, annoyance overcame her senses before she pushed the foot away and she stood up. She was wearing a white yukata nightgown and her skull hairpin she received from her father a long time ago. So many years have passed since she had seen her father...
But it was not time to sob over memories lost, it was time to get up! It was a rule that whoever woke up first was to be the one to bang the morning bell for the others to get up. Hesitantly, Ruka slid open the from the room she was sharing with others to not wake them up before going down the hall to fetch the gong and drumstick.
"What do you want, child?" she glowered. She wrung the handle of the mop. An intimidating technique that usually sent all the little ones away from her sight. It wasn't like she was the bully around these parts. She just didn't have any patience. Little Ruka asked politely. "Do you know where my mo-Obachiko-sama-went?" she slipped up. She swore that there was a vein popping on the older girl's head. "Oh, so you think you're better than us just because the shrine priest is your mother?" she narrowed her eyes at Ruka. Soon, other shrine maiden trainees watched the little argument from the other halls. The sound of a nearby sliding door made of paper meant someone was poking their heads out from cleaning the rooms to watch. The black haired girl shook her head in defense.
"It was my fault. I'm sorry for saying that." the old soul tried to calm the more aggressive girl down. No one wanted to step in and diminish this although there were looks of disapproval shot in the other girl's direction. An explanation on why the upper-shrine maiden was so sour because she probably went orphanage to another without any one to adopt her. Obachiko adopted with all the other girls who were without families and cared for them. Just when the girl thought she had a mamma for herself: her came a swollen belly and contractions. This one was the few who didn't take it well.
"Ui-san, stop being so hard on the girl." a gentle hand clasped on the older girl's shoulder. Ruka's starry eyes looked up and brightened with relief. The beautiful face with long, black hair smiled to the both of them. Her lips naturally a peach color so it appeared she always had makeup. "Obachiko-sama" the girl muttered before her head when downwards in shame. She felt bad for getting angry the woman's child. Ui's brown, mousy bangs shadowed her eyes. The girl nodded "Excuse me." before shuffling away to the same room where another girl was watching earlier. Ui pushed her back a few feet away so she could get inside.
Ruka watched with saddened eyes before her attention when back to her mother. "Obachiko-sama. There's a dying bird outside." she said with a bit of frenzy in her voice. Her memory shifting back to when the little sparrow was flapping its wings listlessly on the ground. The woman blinked slowly before appearing to seemed as worried as her daughter. "My my, well why are we standing here for," she said as she speed walked a little and ushered Ruka to lead the way. "we must hurry! There isn't much time, yes?"
Ruka looked over her shoulder and looked at her mother's pale complexion before grunting an agreement. Off the side of her peripheral vision was Ui, whose brown, long bangs were covering her eyes from an angle her head was in. She was looking onto Ruka with an expression she never met before. Her mamma explained it before, however, she couldn't remember. What was it? Well, whatever it was, it was something that she should be worried about.
Awkward minutes passed until they're reached the outer courtyard of the their Japanese-themed home. Ruka was about to do the honors of opening the door when her mother did so inside, leaning over the smaller girl and sliding the paper door out of their way. It were moments like this that made Ruka savor being near her Mom. Even if it was weird or even creepy. Mm, she smelled like something sweet. A sweet flower. There were numerous flowers that were sprouted about the area so Ruka couldn't exactly pinpoint which specific flower it was, even if she did water the flowers as one of her household chores.
And then there it was. The little sparrow who was now still in a patch of grass. It was a bit out of character for Ruka, but she bounced up and down and pointed to where the sparrow was. "Right there! Right there!" she repeated before she noticed the pained expression on the head shrine priest's face. The woman approached the patch of tall, healthy grass; her daughter following in pursuit, and combed through the blades until she found the carcass of the sparrow.
Ruka teetered over her mother's right shoulder and glanced down to where her mother's hands were holding and stared. The corpse of the bird was cradled dearly in those petite hands of her. No tears rimmed around little Ruka's eyes. She just stared with indifference. Her mother's dark brown eyes watched how mature her daughter acted.
"Ruka-chan. Why aren't you crying?" her asked after burying the bird in a small mound of dirt just near the forest. Obachiko watched her daughter's face silently. Ruka shrugged her shoulders in response and opened her mouth to answer vocally. "Why should I? It's dead already and there's nothing I can do to bring him back." she responded. The older shrine maiden remained silent before kneeling down and staring at her daughter with pained eyes. Why was she so sad? Was her mother about to cry?
"You're such a big girl." her mother smiled softly, stroking untamed locks of black hair before wrapping her arms around her and hugging her only daughter. The only daughter she gave birth to. Ruka was caught off guard by this before her little arms slowly hugged her mother back. "Mamma?" she said. No misunderstanding of what she said to her mother. Then everything seemed to move more slowly, Ruka's mind was being pulled back from memories into reality.
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An older version of the girl stirred in her sleep. The shrine maiden's internal clock woke her up just before the Sun rose. Hastily, she sat up, patting down her somewhat longer messy black hair down and feeling someone's foot poking at her side. Naturally, annoyance overcame her senses before she pushed the foot away and she stood up. She was wearing a white yukata nightgown and her skull hairpin she received from her father a long time ago. So many years have passed since she had seen her father...
But it was not time to sob over memories lost, it was time to get up! It was a rule that whoever woke up first was to be the one to bang the morning bell for the others to get up. Hesitantly, Ruka slid open the from the room she was sharing with others to not wake them up before going down the hall to fetch the gong and drumstick.
A blond male watched as the sun slowly crawled over the horizon at a snail-like pace. The pupils in his gray eyes contracted little by little as light filtered them and sent information, of the surrounding world, into his brain through the optic nerves. It was a bright morning, the sky was turning from that beautiful sunset orange into a bright blue.
What difference is there... when the sun sets and rises? The sky starts in complete darkness... and ends in complete darkness. What difference is there? the male thought as he brushed his blond locks back and shifted himself on the window sill to make himself more comfortable. The world slowly started to breathe, pulses of spirits started to become stronger as the world took a giant breath and burst into life. He felt the dark energies of the illegal contractors... they were despicable. They selfishly bind the souls of the deceased to themselves so they won't have to suffer... selfish... all of them.
I wasn't too different myself a few years back... the blond male thought as he traced an ugly-looking scar that ran along the left of his chest, right over where his heart should be. It looked like someone had torn the flesh across his left pectoral.
"Sis, I hope you feel better... wherever you are. I hope my suffering was worth getting you to where you are right now." he spoke aloud, as if his deceased sister would hear him in the afterlife.
Getting off the windowsill, he then went into his room and started to dress for the day. He had just graduated from high school and was currently going to a university. In a word, he was a genius, someone that could soak in information and analyze it within minutes. Those gray eyes seemed to reflect his wisdom and intelligence as they pass over something curious. He felt along his left hand, they had branded him and now an ugly mark remained. It was a seal, he was supposed to die, but because of the seal his ripped soul remained in his body. They had forcefully pulled his sister's soul away from his own, the mark they branded on him kept him from sinking into the lowest levels of Hell. As a result, he is something that is neither a legal nor an illegal contractor. He is able to summon his sister's form if need be, but he chooses not to in the presence of other Reapers. They would know his past, and he was not one to share his past.
Walking downstairs lazily, he picked up a piece of toast and shouldered a laptop bag. He placed the toasted bread in his mouth and grabbed his shoes as he went out the front door. It seemed that his father was already out since the black car was not in its place at the driveway.
Father... Ezekiel thought as his brows furrowed at the thought of his father. He was the reason that he was always standing on the very edge of a pit... a pit that if he were to fall in, there would be no return. Unconsciously, he grabbed his left forearm with his right and gripped tightly. Pain pulsed through it for a moment and he took in a sharp breath.
"It's barely morning and there are demons crawling about already. I hate having to exterminate illegal contractors and demons alike." he hissed as he finally let go of his arm and walked along the sidewalk of the city. It was a lonely walk, he still remembered what it was like to have his deceased sister by his side at all times. She kept everyday lively and fun... then she was gone.
Staring down at the ground as he walked, he placed his hands in his pockets and glanced around slightly. Demons were hidden among the crowds of humans, their eyes were darting around and greedily taking in the sight of their prey. They loved to feast on the souls of young children and women the most; that's why there's always something on the news about a dead woman or child. Of course they achieve the soul in different means, some demons suck it through the blood that leaks from a victim; others can obtain it in different ways. The result was always the same; a dead human. Closing his eyes, he felt the mark on his arm pulse again slightly as he passed the church. He was one of the only Reapers that could touch the church without getting incinerated to bits and pieces. It was because of the ripped soul within himself, he was still part illegal contractor.
I can't do anything to change that past... I don't know if I should be happy or sad about it he thought as he glanced around and jumped onto the very top of a wall without much effort. He placed on foot in front of the other and showed amazing balance as he walked along the top of the wall without much worry.
Raising his left hand in the air, he pulled back his sleeve and watched as the mark seemed to flare up a bit.
Illegal contractors nearby I see... too bad I can't sense their location. That damned church blocks all of our senses the man thought with a sigh and pulled his sleeve back down before continuing on his way. Any Reaper would know an illegal contractor as soon as they came face to face, otherwise, it was impossible to tell the location of them with the church located so close to the houses and schools. His gray eyes scanned the houses and buildings as he walked along the tops of a wall, he didn't enjoy killing, but it was his duty to do so. To punish the illegal contractors for their sin, and to relieve the souls of their anguish; there's the occasional extermination of demons as well. A sigh escaped the male as he continued toward his school,
"Where are you~?" his deep voice rung out into the still morning.
What difference is there... when the sun sets and rises? The sky starts in complete darkness... and ends in complete darkness. What difference is there? the male thought as he brushed his blond locks back and shifted himself on the window sill to make himself more comfortable. The world slowly started to breathe, pulses of spirits started to become stronger as the world took a giant breath and burst into life. He felt the dark energies of the illegal contractors... they were despicable. They selfishly bind the souls of the deceased to themselves so they won't have to suffer... selfish... all of them.
I wasn't too different myself a few years back... the blond male thought as he traced an ugly-looking scar that ran along the left of his chest, right over where his heart should be. It looked like someone had torn the flesh across his left pectoral.
"Sis, I hope you feel better... wherever you are. I hope my suffering was worth getting you to where you are right now." he spoke aloud, as if his deceased sister would hear him in the afterlife.
Getting off the windowsill, he then went into his room and started to dress for the day. He had just graduated from high school and was currently going to a university. In a word, he was a genius, someone that could soak in information and analyze it within minutes. Those gray eyes seemed to reflect his wisdom and intelligence as they pass over something curious. He felt along his left hand, they had branded him and now an ugly mark remained. It was a seal, he was supposed to die, but because of the seal his ripped soul remained in his body. They had forcefully pulled his sister's soul away from his own, the mark they branded on him kept him from sinking into the lowest levels of Hell. As a result, he is something that is neither a legal nor an illegal contractor. He is able to summon his sister's form if need be, but he chooses not to in the presence of other Reapers. They would know his past, and he was not one to share his past.
Walking downstairs lazily, he picked up a piece of toast and shouldered a laptop bag. He placed the toasted bread in his mouth and grabbed his shoes as he went out the front door. It seemed that his father was already out since the black car was not in its place at the driveway.
Father... Ezekiel thought as his brows furrowed at the thought of his father. He was the reason that he was always standing on the very edge of a pit... a pit that if he were to fall in, there would be no return. Unconsciously, he grabbed his left forearm with his right and gripped tightly. Pain pulsed through it for a moment and he took in a sharp breath.
"It's barely morning and there are demons crawling about already. I hate having to exterminate illegal contractors and demons alike." he hissed as he finally let go of his arm and walked along the sidewalk of the city. It was a lonely walk, he still remembered what it was like to have his deceased sister by his side at all times. She kept everyday lively and fun... then she was gone.
Staring down at the ground as he walked, he placed his hands in his pockets and glanced around slightly. Demons were hidden among the crowds of humans, their eyes were darting around and greedily taking in the sight of their prey. They loved to feast on the souls of young children and women the most; that's why there's always something on the news about a dead woman or child. Of course they achieve the soul in different means, some demons suck it through the blood that leaks from a victim; others can obtain it in different ways. The result was always the same; a dead human. Closing his eyes, he felt the mark on his arm pulse again slightly as he passed the church. He was one of the only Reapers that could touch the church without getting incinerated to bits and pieces. It was because of the ripped soul within himself, he was still part illegal contractor.
I can't do anything to change that past... I don't know if I should be happy or sad about it he thought as he glanced around and jumped onto the very top of a wall without much effort. He placed on foot in front of the other and showed amazing balance as he walked along the top of the wall without much worry.
Raising his left hand in the air, he pulled back his sleeve and watched as the mark seemed to flare up a bit.
Illegal contractors nearby I see... too bad I can't sense their location. That damned church blocks all of our senses the man thought with a sigh and pulled his sleeve back down before continuing on his way. Any Reaper would know an illegal contractor as soon as they came face to face, otherwise, it was impossible to tell the location of them with the church located so close to the houses and schools. His gray eyes scanned the houses and buildings as he walked along the tops of a wall, he didn't enjoy killing, but it was his duty to do so. To punish the illegal contractors for their sin, and to relieve the souls of their anguish; there's the occasional extermination of demons as well. A sigh escaped the male as he continued toward his school,
"Where are you~?" his deep voice rung out into the still morning.
Sunlight poured through her bedroom window, its warmth caressing her bare flesh. She sat up, her black hair tumbling down. She rubbed her eyes, trying to force herself awake. A smile dawned on her face as her eyes caught sight of him. Her beloved Ash. She kept her eyes locked on his, and for a moment the pain of knowing he was really gone left her. Her eyes spotted the calender in the background and it hit her. Today was their anniversary....
Friends and family sitting in seats alongside the stone pathway leading up to the gazebo. Ashur and their preacher, who was her father, standing in the gazebo, their eyes on her as she walked up the aisle. She passed the bouquet of to her sister, Camoriah, as she reached her other hand out to Ashur. Just a second lay between their hands when the sound of squealing tires filled the air.
Gun shots. Screams.
When she opened her eyes he was lying on top of her. Blood was dripping onto her white gown and her eyes widened as she realized it wasn't her blood. It was his. She cried, trying to stop the bleeding, screaming for help. Sirens were getting louder. Help was coming, but as they looked into each other's eyes they knew it wouldn't get here in time. The preacher skipped the usual vows, letting them say "I do" and proclaiming them man and wife. Ashur whispered-
A kiss on her cheek broke her from the memory of that day that would now be a year in the past. "Hush, Avalyn, Darling," He murmured, the cool feel of his presence against her flesh. "I'm right here. No need to cry." She reached up, touching her cheek. She had been crying. Avalyn forced a smile. I'm alright, love.
Ashur smiled, getting off the bed to walk over to the closet, he pulled out a beautifully decorated purple bag and handed it to her. "It's our anniversary, I thought you deserved a little something at least." Avalyn gasped in shock, she could've swore they promised no presents. She pulled out the tissue paper, and peered inside. A letter. Dated from the day they were wed. The bottle of champagne meant for their honeymoon. A single red rose. Her pale fingers reached in, pulling out the rolled up letter and untying the ribbon the held it shut. Avalyn pulled it open, tears falling from her eyes as she read it. He had wrote it while he was waiting on time to meet her at the altar. It promised them a life together, a future. It reminded her how much he loved her and told her all the little things he loved about her. It was the perfect reminder of how strong their love had been. How strong their love was.
She laid it down on the bed, kissing his cheek and peering out their bedroom window. Her father was moving around in the sanctuary. That was one thing she had been grateful for when Ashur had bought this house for them. It was perfect for her. A wrap-around porch, three stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, even an attic.... And best of all, it was right next to the church where her father preached, and where her grandfather had preached before that.
With a smile on her face, she climbed out of bed. She put on her favorite white sundress and a pair of white lace ballet flats. Ashur whistled at her playfully, and she could feel the blush fill her face. It was time to go to school This was her last year, she was eighteen and a senior in high school. Yet, she was already a widow. She renewed her smile before Ashur could see that it had started to fade. Time for school, she said, kissing his cheek and grabbing her backpack. She felt his presence fade behind her only to reappear close to her heart. Her hand reached up, wrapping around the silver locket that held him. That held her heart.
She grabbed a bagel off the counter and whispered a prayer before eating it. She barely had to walk at all to get to school, and she was ever so thankful that it was near the church, it meant no reapers. She murmured prayers and praise to God for giving her the opportunity to live on with Ashur and to have allowed her to live this long. Today was going to be a good- No. Something was off. For some reason, the air seemed to be too heavy today. She knew reapers couldn't enter the realms of the church. So they shouldn't be able to enter the school grounds. So what was it making the air so full? It was dampening her mood.
Friends and family sitting in seats alongside the stone pathway leading up to the gazebo. Ashur and their preacher, who was her father, standing in the gazebo, their eyes on her as she walked up the aisle. She passed the bouquet of to her sister, Camoriah, as she reached her other hand out to Ashur. Just a second lay between their hands when the sound of squealing tires filled the air.
Gun shots. Screams.
When she opened her eyes he was lying on top of her. Blood was dripping onto her white gown and her eyes widened as she realized it wasn't her blood. It was his. She cried, trying to stop the bleeding, screaming for help. Sirens were getting louder. Help was coming, but as they looked into each other's eyes they knew it wouldn't get here in time. The preacher skipped the usual vows, letting them say "I do" and proclaiming them man and wife. Ashur whispered-
A kiss on her cheek broke her from the memory of that day that would now be a year in the past. "Hush, Avalyn, Darling," He murmured, the cool feel of his presence against her flesh. "I'm right here. No need to cry." She reached up, touching her cheek. She had been crying. Avalyn forced a smile. I'm alright, love.
Ashur smiled, getting off the bed to walk over to the closet, he pulled out a beautifully decorated purple bag and handed it to her. "It's our anniversary, I thought you deserved a little something at least." Avalyn gasped in shock, she could've swore they promised no presents. She pulled out the tissue paper, and peered inside. A letter. Dated from the day they were wed. The bottle of champagne meant for their honeymoon. A single red rose. Her pale fingers reached in, pulling out the rolled up letter and untying the ribbon the held it shut. Avalyn pulled it open, tears falling from her eyes as she read it. He had wrote it while he was waiting on time to meet her at the altar. It promised them a life together, a future. It reminded her how much he loved her and told her all the little things he loved about her. It was the perfect reminder of how strong their love had been. How strong their love was.
She laid it down on the bed, kissing his cheek and peering out their bedroom window. Her father was moving around in the sanctuary. That was one thing she had been grateful for when Ashur had bought this house for them. It was perfect for her. A wrap-around porch, three stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, even an attic.... And best of all, it was right next to the church where her father preached, and where her grandfather had preached before that.
With a smile on her face, she climbed out of bed. She put on her favorite white sundress and a pair of white lace ballet flats. Ashur whistled at her playfully, and she could feel the blush fill her face. It was time to go to school This was her last year, she was eighteen and a senior in high school. Yet, she was already a widow. She renewed her smile before Ashur could see that it had started to fade. Time for school, she said, kissing his cheek and grabbing her backpack. She felt his presence fade behind her only to reappear close to her heart. Her hand reached up, wrapping around the silver locket that held him. That held her heart.
She grabbed a bagel off the counter and whispered a prayer before eating it. She barely had to walk at all to get to school, and she was ever so thankful that it was near the church, it meant no reapers. She murmured prayers and praise to God for giving her the opportunity to live on with Ashur and to have allowed her to live this long. Today was going to be a good- No. Something was off. For some reason, the air seemed to be too heavy today. She knew reapers couldn't enter the realms of the church. So they shouldn't be able to enter the school grounds. So what was it making the air so full? It was dampening her mood.
Avalyn Marie D'Liera / isabelladawn / 1y 180d 15h 49m 34s
He arose from his bed gripping his weapons as he stood. He stretched putting his weapon up. "Time to hunt." He opens the curtains and let's the daylight flood in his room. He climbs out the window and stands on the balcony. He jumps from the balcony and begins jumping from rooftop to roof top. He stops on top of a warehouse and looks around.
"Hmm where are all the illegals." He sits on the roof watching the streets. He smiles when it begins storming. His face lighting up under his hood with every flash of lightning. "They can run but they can't hide." He laughs and leaps off the roof landing on his feet. He stands up and walks through the streets shifting into the shadows everytime someone begins walking towards him. "I will catch one of them." He pulls an eye patch off his right eye and looks into the eyes of a young man. He smiles and speaks softly. "You will search and bring an illegal here. Tell them its a place for illegals to hide." The young man nods and walks the streets searching finding a illegal and leading them to where he was told. Ochiro waves his hand releasing the young man and grabs the illegal taking him into the darkness. "Its time for the reaping." The Illegal's eyes widen as he realizes its a reaper. A silent scream is heard as Ochiro brings his scythe down on the illegal ending him to where he belongs.
"Hmm where are all the illegals." He sits on the roof watching the streets. He smiles when it begins storming. His face lighting up under his hood with every flash of lightning. "They can run but they can't hide." He laughs and leaps off the roof landing on his feet. He stands up and walks through the streets shifting into the shadows everytime someone begins walking towards him. "I will catch one of them." He pulls an eye patch off his right eye and looks into the eyes of a young man. He smiles and speaks softly. "You will search and bring an illegal here. Tell them its a place for illegals to hide." The young man nods and walks the streets searching finding a illegal and leading them to where he was told. Ochiro waves his hand releasing the young man and grabs the illegal taking him into the darkness. "Its time for the reaping." The Illegal's eyes widen as he realizes its a reaper. A silent scream is heard as Ochiro brings his scythe down on the illegal ending him to where he belongs.
Ochiro Huwei / DJAndrew / 1y 180d 5h 59m 45s
Inside of an obviously closed warehouse,a dark presence made itself known from behind a doorway,blasting two young men out onto the ground.The two men got up once the blast had affected them,then began checking each other for wounds and such,and to see if both of them were alright.Before this got too far,however,a figure shrouded in black draperies stepped out from behind the doorway,dragging a scythe with it as it began walking towards the two men.To most people,this would be excessively frightening.However,to those with a more passive state of mind,this would just seem like Death doing his job once more.
The problem with this situation was the fact that the roles have somehow changed all of a sudden.Death was looked upon as a judge of some sort,and the people he came after were just victims who had performed horrible deeds or had just gotten too old to fit their bodies any longer.This person,however,happened to be the only bad one between the three.Sure,the appearance of the famous life taker might be able to trick more than a few people into thinking this was a good person,but deep inside,this was just a rot-hearted fellow killing these men because of a job errand.
The strange thing was,none of these things came to mind as the spector stepped out in front of the two men,then slashed with his scythe in a horizontal pattern.This man obviously had some powers of his own,however,because of the fact that after the blade of the scythe had dragged across the taller of the two victims,a large series of slashes rang out and intervened the two from helping or assisting each other,only being there to take apart their flesh and maim them in possibly the most cruel way possible for a physical manifestation.
Once the slashes had finally toned down to a minimum,the two men were seen huddled against each other.They were merely holding each other up as their wounds seeped the blood that filled their bodies.They would,possibly,die not knowing what they were being attacked for,but this was just business.Usually,the victims were never allowed to learn why they were being searched for,or attacked at random points.This was just the false government that had been set up in this particular situation as some sort of guideline.Truth be told,the men were right,as a large sawblade finished their lives by removing their heads from their bodies,before they could even figure out what the meaning of this was.
The man responsible for this was against the shadow-infested corner of the room,watching as the two bodies fell to the ground with a quick spurt of blood each.It wasn't too long before the ground became stained with a deep shade of red,which pooled around the two bodies as their wounds continued to pour out this odd life source.It was strange that this had happened so quickly,but again,that was just business.The spector shook his head as he looked at the two bodies,snickering lightly as he did.These two were quite foolish to attack him in response.They should have just accepted their destiny.
Richard,the name of the veiled murderer,wasn't exactly as psychopathic as some may think.This was just a simple act of retribution for these two men,seeing as though they had went against the simple law set by the Reaper society of not creating "illegal contracts" with other souls.Of course,sometimes this was actually not done on purpose,but for the most part it was.Of course,why else would he be sent here if these two weren't of a horrible mind and/or soul in any case what-so-ever?They both obviously had to have some kind of sin in their body,since they had broken an important rule,anyways.
The scythe that had stood at the man's side was soon flung into the air,after which a spectacular thing happened.The scythe somehow changed forms,turning into a grayish whisp that soared through the roof and into the sky like some kind of freed balloon.Richard watched as this happened,since this was a sunroom,and sighed softly to himself."This planet is filled with sin and misjudgement aplenty,but at least I have the honor of watching these pure souls as they return to the one who made them.I might as well take honor in cleansing this planet of the ones who keep this from being possible,staining innocent souls with their acts and keeping them held on this planet longer than they should." He said in a quiet voice,shaking his head afterwards.
The robes literally melted off of the man as this happened,exposing a body almost completely engulfed in bandages.The only thing that seemed to be out of place would be the only two pitch black items on his body:those being his stained hair,and the peculiar wings that had been stuck on his back like some sort of halloween costume.These were just made of crow's feathers that had been stitched into a hardened leather piece,and fastened to a bandage that was cleverly hidden in the assortment included on Richard's body.The boy sat down,his hair taking over the view of his right eye as he smiled."Now,to wait until further orders...."
The problem with this situation was the fact that the roles have somehow changed all of a sudden.Death was looked upon as a judge of some sort,and the people he came after were just victims who had performed horrible deeds or had just gotten too old to fit their bodies any longer.This person,however,happened to be the only bad one between the three.Sure,the appearance of the famous life taker might be able to trick more than a few people into thinking this was a good person,but deep inside,this was just a rot-hearted fellow killing these men because of a job errand.
The strange thing was,none of these things came to mind as the spector stepped out in front of the two men,then slashed with his scythe in a horizontal pattern.This man obviously had some powers of his own,however,because of the fact that after the blade of the scythe had dragged across the taller of the two victims,a large series of slashes rang out and intervened the two from helping or assisting each other,only being there to take apart their flesh and maim them in possibly the most cruel way possible for a physical manifestation.
Once the slashes had finally toned down to a minimum,the two men were seen huddled against each other.They were merely holding each other up as their wounds seeped the blood that filled their bodies.They would,possibly,die not knowing what they were being attacked for,but this was just business.Usually,the victims were never allowed to learn why they were being searched for,or attacked at random points.This was just the false government that had been set up in this particular situation as some sort of guideline.Truth be told,the men were right,as a large sawblade finished their lives by removing their heads from their bodies,before they could even figure out what the meaning of this was.
The man responsible for this was against the shadow-infested corner of the room,watching as the two bodies fell to the ground with a quick spurt of blood each.It wasn't too long before the ground became stained with a deep shade of red,which pooled around the two bodies as their wounds continued to pour out this odd life source.It was strange that this had happened so quickly,but again,that was just business.The spector shook his head as he looked at the two bodies,snickering lightly as he did.These two were quite foolish to attack him in response.They should have just accepted their destiny.
Richard,the name of the veiled murderer,wasn't exactly as psychopathic as some may think.This was just a simple act of retribution for these two men,seeing as though they had went against the simple law set by the Reaper society of not creating "illegal contracts" with other souls.Of course,sometimes this was actually not done on purpose,but for the most part it was.Of course,why else would he be sent here if these two weren't of a horrible mind and/or soul in any case what-so-ever?They both obviously had to have some kind of sin in their body,since they had broken an important rule,anyways.
The scythe that had stood at the man's side was soon flung into the air,after which a spectacular thing happened.The scythe somehow changed forms,turning into a grayish whisp that soared through the roof and into the sky like some kind of freed balloon.Richard watched as this happened,since this was a sunroom,and sighed softly to himself."This planet is filled with sin and misjudgement aplenty,but at least I have the honor of watching these pure souls as they return to the one who made them.I might as well take honor in cleansing this planet of the ones who keep this from being possible,staining innocent souls with their acts and keeping them held on this planet longer than they should." He said in a quiet voice,shaking his head afterwards.
The robes literally melted off of the man as this happened,exposing a body almost completely engulfed in bandages.The only thing that seemed to be out of place would be the only two pitch black items on his body:those being his stained hair,and the peculiar wings that had been stuck on his back like some sort of halloween costume.These were just made of crow's feathers that had been stitched into a hardened leather piece,and fastened to a bandage that was cleverly hidden in the assortment included on Richard's body.The boy sat down,his hair taking over the view of his right eye as he smiled."Now,to wait until further orders...."
Ann sat awake in her bed at 6:36. She looked out the window seeing the cold dark world that lied in front of her. She then sighed and closed her eyes as she remembered the time, the time that changed her and, her whole friends and family's life.
Ann sat in the sand that was pre-warmed by the blazing sun watching her sister walk around the waves that were rolling on the sand then back to the full ocean. "Hey sis! Wanna try surfing?" Ann asked her sister, looking at her parent's sleeping on some beach chairs. "Sure! Let's grab the boards!" Anika said back running towards the two tiny surf boards that lied on the sand. "Ok. You first!" Ann said laughing with her sister. Ann watched her peddle until she saw a big wave coming then she stopped and starting paddling forwards. When she was riding the wave Anika stood up trying to keep balance. Ann then clapped as she saw her sister standing up, then......
PLOP!
Anika was dropped by the wave. Ann smiled waiting for her sister to come up. After a minute or two the tiny surf board came up with blood on it. "Mom..... Dad!" Ann screamed in terror as she ran to her parents with the board in her hand. "What sweetie?" her parents asked as they watched Ann run towards them. "It's Anika! She caught a wave.... fell.... then....this popped up-p-p" she said starting to cry loudly as her frightened parents ran to the lifeguard. They went out in the sea and found Anika............ dead. Ann passed out when her parents came back crying as the lifeguard took Anika's body to the ambulance. "Ann! Ann?!" Ann?!?" her momm asked waking her from the horrible nightmare.
"Huh?" she asked getting out of her bed. Ann wiped the tears off her eyes still thinking of her sister. "Get ready for school. I'm leaving work. Bye sweetie!" her mom said waling down the stair of the medium sized house. Ann looked out her window and watched her mom leave. "The cost is clear" she signaled to her sister who was now walking from the bracelet's picture. "Good" Anika said yawning. "I was uh thinking about the time" Ann said sliding off her pajamas and sliding into her clothes. "A yes the time" Anika said wiping tears from her sister's eyes. Ann smiled then walked down the stairs. "I love you" her spirit sister said following her down the stairs."You too. Now it's time to go to school." Ann said grabing her bag, her bracelet, and her bagged lunch.
She thought of how lucky she was that her church and her school where just down the street. The church meant protection from all evil. Even Reapers. Ann just cringed at the thought of reapers and what they do to people with illegal contracts
Ann walked out the door feeling the warmth of people around her. She walked towards her school knowing that evil and non-evil walk around her every where.
(ooc: Hope it was good)
Ann sat in the sand that was pre-warmed by the blazing sun watching her sister walk around the waves that were rolling on the sand then back to the full ocean. "Hey sis! Wanna try surfing?" Ann asked her sister, looking at her parent's sleeping on some beach chairs. "Sure! Let's grab the boards!" Anika said back running towards the two tiny surf boards that lied on the sand. "Ok. You first!" Ann said laughing with her sister. Ann watched her peddle until she saw a big wave coming then she stopped and starting paddling forwards. When she was riding the wave Anika stood up trying to keep balance. Ann then clapped as she saw her sister standing up, then......
PLOP!
Anika was dropped by the wave. Ann smiled waiting for her sister to come up. After a minute or two the tiny surf board came up with blood on it. "Mom..... Dad!" Ann screamed in terror as she ran to her parents with the board in her hand. "What sweetie?" her parents asked as they watched Ann run towards them. "It's Anika! She caught a wave.... fell.... then....this popped up-p-p" she said starting to cry loudly as her frightened parents ran to the lifeguard. They went out in the sea and found Anika............ dead. Ann passed out when her parents came back crying as the lifeguard took Anika's body to the ambulance. "Ann! Ann?!" Ann?!?" her momm asked waking her from the horrible nightmare.
"Huh?" she asked getting out of her bed. Ann wiped the tears off her eyes still thinking of her sister. "Get ready for school. I'm leaving work. Bye sweetie!" her mom said waling down the stair of the medium sized house. Ann looked out her window and watched her mom leave. "The cost is clear" she signaled to her sister who was now walking from the bracelet's picture. "Good" Anika said yawning. "I was uh thinking about the time" Ann said sliding off her pajamas and sliding into her clothes. "A yes the time" Anika said wiping tears from her sister's eyes. Ann smiled then walked down the stairs. "I love you" her spirit sister said following her down the stairs."You too. Now it's time to go to school." Ann said grabing her bag, her bracelet, and her bagged lunch.
She thought of how lucky she was that her church and her school where just down the street. The church meant protection from all evil. Even Reapers. Ann just cringed at the thought of reapers and what they do to people with illegal contracts
Ann walked out the door feeling the warmth of people around her. She walked towards her school knowing that evil and non-evil walk around her every where.
(ooc: Hope it was good)
Ann and Anika / Artsist560 / 1y 180d 18h 54m 27s
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