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Jericho: Mentions: Ava and Jericho Jericho watched the two stop fighting as he rolled his jeans back down to his ankles. Ero walked over to him and after checking to make sure he was fine, Ero loosely wrapped her arms around him. Jericho just let it happen, trying to calm himself down from what had just happened. How did I stop those two from fighting by yelling at them? I may be just the thing keeping these two from killing each other. He looked up at Ero. One minute she was a nice girl, having a somewhat sane conversation with me; the next she's trying to kill someone who hurt me... I'll have to stay by her so she doesn't freak out. Ava walked over to Jericho and he looked at her. "I'm sor-" she began but could feel herself nearly begin to gag at the words. She cleared her throat, "I may have a way of transportation. As long as you can survive heights," she muttered. "Yeah, I'm fine with heights. And besides, if I break my legs, it's not like I'll feel it anyway. What idea do you have in mind to keep us moving?" |
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Ava || Mentions: Jericho Ava cracked her knuckles, and rolled her shoulders, hearing another pop. She glancee over to Jericho, "Yeah, I'm fine with heights. And besides, if I break my legs, it's not like I'll feel it anyway. What idea do you have in mind to keep us moving?" She shrugged, she hated to admit this, it made her feel weird and off and just, ugh. She looked down at her fingers, and began fiddling with them. Should she? Yes, it was the right thing to do. But Ero- she would have to carry Ero.. the little bitch would try to rip her skin apart though. Fuck it, its not like she would be able to get away anyway, she was basically stuck with them. "I uh.. would, erm, carry you-" she mumbled, bitting her bottom lip, "I-I erm, turn into a.. dragon." She eased her breathing, pursing her lips together, biting them out of habit. |
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Ero I M: Ava and Jericho Ero looked at Jericho, then back at Ava. She shook her head, but just gently rested her head against Jericho. She would allow Ava and her dragon form to transport them, but she would be done with her if she tried to hurt Jericho again. The girl looked so nervous and irritated, which was very odd, considering she had been very obnoxiousally confident moments before.
"Good for you." Ero mumbled, resting against her beloved obsession. She was exhausted, but she would still stay awake and attentive around Ava as she might hurt Jericho. She had her smile back, but it was very soft and slight, not a big grin like she had before. |
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Jericho: Mentions: Ava and Ero "I uh.. would, erm, carry you-" she mumbled, bitting her bottom lip, "I-I erm, turn into a.. dragon." She said, biting her lip again. Jericho slowly nodded, understanding that it wasn't the safest way to travel all things considered. He looked over at Ero, who was resting her head against him, before looking back at Ava. "So you can turn into a dragon, huh? Well I understand why you didn't bring it up until now. Nothing is more subtle that two people riding a dragon high in the sky, don't you think?" Jericho asked, giving a moment of silence before continuing. "I mean, I can't think of another option, so sure, let's do it. Oh, by the way Ava, I'm sorry for yelling at you... I guess I got caught up in the heat of the moment... pun not intended." Jericho rubbed the back of his neck while saying this, feeling slightly embarrassed by losing his cool like that. |
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Ava || Mentions: Ero, Jericho Hearing Ero's mumble, Ava sent a nasty glare in her direction before looking away, clenching her teeth. She stood up, brushing off her clothing, kicking her sneakers against the rock, dirt flinging in all directions, a crumb or two falling on Ero. "Woops," she growled, and took a few steps back from the rock, glancing over at Jericho as he begun speaking. As he spoke, she shrugged, she replied with "Eh" a few times until he said something else, "Oh, by the way Ava, I'm sorry for yelling at you..." Ava sighed, "No need to be sorry," she grumbled, taking another few steps back, now in the middle of the road. She looked down both ways, up and down, and sighed quietly. She hated this. Hated shifting. It wasn't because of the process, or the dragon inside her, or even the fact it hurt a bit. When she was younger, living in that horrid place, they had linked her brain with another brain of some sort, and she could remember how the scientists kept speaking about using her as some sort of chemical weapon or something. She shook her head, taking a few deep breaths in. Fire began to emerge from the pavement below her, surrounding her like a tornado. It climbed up her sides, covering herself entirely. It began to expand, widening up quickly, growing larger and bigger every moment. As the fire swirled around her, the darkness surrounding them began to light up. 4 spaced out thuds boomed, echoing. A large tail emerged from the fire in the back, wading back and forth, shades of red scales gleamed in the fires light. Wings extended upwards, red scales, orange skin. The fire slowly faded away, but this time, it was disappearing as if it was being sucked into something. Jaws opened wide, the fire was being pulled into the creatures body, disappearing without a trace. What remained was a 30ft tall dragon, shades of red scales covering its body, a black underbelly, throat and tail, its talons black as the darkest night sky. Its wing's membranes black as well, along with its horns and spiked back, neck and tail. Spikes grew out of the side of its long, sharp and cold face, a single dagger on its nose where steam was slowly evacuating from its nostrals. It was Ava for sure. She held her head high, her wings extended upwards, her tail curling around her hind legs. She looked down at Ero and Jericho, her blue eyes narrowing. "Rip my scales, and I'll burn you alive." Her voice sounded somewhat the same, but had a more deep, and demonic sound to it. She lowered a wing, a spike at the end, making sure she didn't inpale the two below her. "Climb up if we are to go." |
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Ota Mentions: Ahyma, annoying baby, and Elea Ota was glad that the boys were asleep after the whole thing-looks like all that crying wore them out. The only pest awake was the crying baby, and he glares at Ahyma that wants Elea to take care of it. "Handle it your damn self, Ahyma. Sing mother's lullaby to it. It better calm down after that. If not, it's going out the window." He raises a brow, "That's a promise." He stiffens when Elea asks him to do the impossible: holding her in front of everyone. Ota closes his eyes, inhaling and exhaling as he braces himself for it. He opens his eyes, focused on the woman beside him. Should he do it? Or shove her out of the moving van? Shoving sounds good. Who doesn't love a good shove? Slowly his arms around her, and his heart was racing. "This would be the final time we do such a thing in public," he hissed in Elea's ear, but he didn't let go. Deep down inside, he was afraid to let go. Afraid of losing Elea again. Even though the first time was kinda his fault. |
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Nakao Mentions: Lucille (ind.) Nakao has been wandering the US aimlessly, searching for Lucille, his supposed wife, and now he was having doubts that he'll find her again. Guess that means he's single and free to do whatever he wants. A smirk crossed his lips, crimson eyes gleaming with mischief upon the realization he could do whatever. He internally cringes at himself for thinking such things. He glares down at the promise ring on his finger, twirling it around for a bit, and grunts. "Why did I let the succubus bewitch me like that? Son of bitch, Nakao. You're an idiot for falling into her trap." Was he pleased with himself? No. Does he have faith that he'll find her again? No. Nakao groans loudly, the birds fluttering away as he wanders the woods, and his feet was sore for walking around too much. "Lucille, you better be alive, or else I'm going to find your dead body and kill it again!" He snaps, his eyes blazing with anger and the small hint of love. |
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Elea and Ahmya I M: Family and Leonas Clone Elea didn't expect Ota to actually slide his arms around her. As he did so, Elea relaxed against him, closing her eyes in his loving embrace. She nodded, not caring that he said it was the last time he'd do that. She felt safe finally, but now she was overwhelmed with her exhaustion. "I don't care, I needed this." She whispered back to him, starting to fall asleep. She moved around and shifted when she felt another cramp, but just leaned more against Ota. She loved him and their unborn baby and as he held her she felt that he still loved her too, which she needed to know. She started to drift off, falling asleep against him. ~~~~
Ahmya was freaking out. The baby wouldn't stop crying, it probably wanted Ahmya, its mother of sorts. More of a mother to it than Ahmya was, she couldn't even remember the last time she held the baby for more than a few seconds. She heard Ota tell her to sing a lullabye, the lullabye. Sing it to her child like mother used to sing to her. She gently started to sing to the child and the child started to quiet down. She tried rocking the child and it was starting to fall asleep in her arms. She actually felt a sort of warmth towards the child for once, it had just fallen asleep in her arms and she felt like it had intrusted her with its life. She actually kinda... was starting to care slightly for the thing. |
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Jericho: Mentions: Ava and Ero Jericho couldn't help but stare at Ava as she transformed into a 30ft dragon. Wow... that's really freaking cool. Ava finished her transformation and looked at them through her dragon eyes. "Rip my scales, and I'll burn you alive." Her voice sounded somewhat the same, but had a more deep, and demonic sound to it. She lowered a wing, a spike at the end, making sure she didn't inpale the two below her. "Climb up if we are to go." At first, Jericho was hesitant about the idea, since her voice change startled him a bit. However, another look at the truck reminded him that there weren't exactly better options, so he carefully walked on her wing towards the spine of her dragon body. After making it to the center, Jericho tried to get comfortable sitting down, but he found the experience too weird to truly relax. What made it slightly worse for him going forward would be that he couldn't grab onto anything in case he began slipping. |
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Lucille I M: Little Karasu
Lucille was fixing some mac and cheese for herself and Karasu. She set the plates on the table, looking over at her son. Her wings draped behind her, she rarely pulled them up anymore, a sign of her depression she supposed. "Mmm mac and cheese!" Karasu exclaimed, grinning at the food and picking up his fork. The little boy was the offspring of Lucille, her and Nakao that was. The little child looked much more like Nakao, except for the large black raven wings that he had inherited from his mother. They were too big for the boy, they seemed to grow faster than he did, which meant they looked silly, but were also very hard to hide. Which is why Lucille had managed to find and fix up an old cottage in the woods and they lived there now. "Thank you baby, now eat your food okay?" She told her son, ruffling his hair gently. She smiled weakly at him and started eating her own food. She was afraid she was a bad mother, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to do it on her own. It had been a fear she'd had since lost Nakao, which still gave her pangs of anxiety when she thought about it. She had barely been able to keep her pregnancy a secret when she'd gone into hiding, but it was hard and it had taken a toll on the woman. She just smiled at her child fakely and picked at her own food. |
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