*Shrugs* Had it in my drafts! Felt like I haven't posted anything good for you guys in a while... Sowwie!
I sprawled out on the floor, cold, and bored.
"What's the agenda?" I mumbled to Ciel, who was sitting upside down on the couch. He shrugged, and I threw my head back, groaning, hitting my head on the floor, ow.
"Sorry." Ciel muttered.
"I got an idea!" I snapped up. Ciel looked at me.
"What?"
"We can spar!" I said, standing up.
"Yes! Sparing is always fun..." Ciel throwing his feet forward and flipping off the couch. I evil laughed, I was going to win... It wouldn't be a draw this time.
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Ciel stared me in the eye, he was ready, and bloodthirsty. I kept a flat expression, ready to give it everything I had. Ciel lunged at me, mumbling, his arm spread, fingers outstretched, ready to take something into his hand. When he completed his mumble, a sword took form out of dust, and morphed into a real sword. I pulled my swords, running at him. We were on a collision course. Ciel swung held his sword out infront of him, and we met, out swords clashing together, creating sparks. My swords were crossed into an "X" and thirsting for blood. Ciel kept eye contact, I could tell he wanted to win. Keyword=wanted. When we pulled away, Ciel dropped the sword, and jumped up, into a tree. Using your surroundings to stay hidden can save your life, take a note kids. Also take note Ciel can use his singing to create anything, yes, anything. An arrow whipped past my ear, so close I could here is practically slicing through the air. I whipped around, and watched Ciel drop down from the branch, running at me, bow in his hand. I jumped to the side, sticking my leg out. Of course, Ciel isn't clumsy, but, yes, he tripped. Only to catch himself on his hands, and flip back to his feet, kicking me in the face in the process. I clenched my jaw, and lunged at him again. Ciel whipped around, a dagger in his hand. He slashed down, into my shoulder, and the dagger stayed planted. Ciel's eyes widened. I winced. God damn it Ciel.
"Oh crap." Ciel muttered. I wasn't going to let a tiny scratch make me loose. My vision went blurry. It was poisoned. Crap. I slashed at Ciel with all my might. Ciel, instead of blocking it, had a sword embedded in his arm. He cried out. I blacked out.
Sorry bout that sucky battle scene, I'm a bit rusty!
Ciel had his arm wrapped and was washing out the wound on my shoulder. Taking the knife out, hurt, like, a lot. Ciel had gotten it out, and was currently sewing my wound shut.
"It was freaking poison!" I muttered.
"I thought you would counter it!" Ciel said back. I shook my head, Ciel really thought I was good. Or he was being a kiss-ass. Either way.
"There. All better." Ciel shut his eyes, smiling and raising his eyebrows. That always made me giggle. Ciel patted my head, and put up his sewing stuff. No, Ciel does not have a hobby of sewing, he just has that kit because he's the one who usually stitches my wounds shut. I rolled my shoulders. Luckily, the poison y dagger didn't reach my wings. So that was good.
Later, Ciel and I passed out on the floor and slept the night away.
*Cough*link*Cough* Mel!
I sprawled out on the floor, cold, and bored.
"What's the agenda?" I mumbled to Ciel, who was sitting upside down on the couch. He shrugged, and I threw my head back, groaning, hitting my head on the floor, ow.
"Sorry." Ciel muttered.
"I got an idea!" I snapped up. Ciel looked at me.
"What?"
"We can spar!" I said, standing up.
"Yes! Sparing is always fun..." Ciel throwing his feet forward and flipping off the couch. I evil laughed, I was going to win... It wouldn't be a draw this time.
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Ciel stared me in the eye, he was ready, and bloodthirsty. I kept a flat expression, ready to give it everything I had. Ciel lunged at me, mumbling, his arm spread, fingers outstretched, ready to take something into his hand. When he completed his mumble, a sword took form out of dust, and morphed into a real sword. I pulled my swords, running at him. We were on a collision course. Ciel swung held his sword out infront of him, and we met, out swords clashing together, creating sparks. My swords were crossed into an "X" and thirsting for blood. Ciel kept eye contact, I could tell he wanted to win. Keyword=wanted. When we pulled away, Ciel dropped the sword, and jumped up, into a tree. Using your surroundings to stay hidden can save your life, take a note kids. Also take note Ciel can use his singing to create anything, yes, anything. An arrow whipped past my ear, so close I could here is practically slicing through the air. I whipped around, and watched Ciel drop down from the branch, running at me, bow in his hand. I jumped to the side, sticking my leg out. Of course, Ciel isn't clumsy, but, yes, he tripped. Only to catch himself on his hands, and flip back to his feet, kicking me in the face in the process. I clenched my jaw, and lunged at him again. Ciel whipped around, a dagger in his hand. He slashed down, into my shoulder, and the dagger stayed planted. Ciel's eyes widened. I winced. God damn it Ciel.
"Oh crap." Ciel muttered. I wasn't going to let a tiny scratch make me loose. My vision went blurry. It was poisoned. Crap. I slashed at Ciel with all my might. Ciel, instead of blocking it, had a sword embedded in his arm. He cried out. I blacked out.
Sorry bout that sucky battle scene, I'm a bit rusty!
Ciel had his arm wrapped and was washing out the wound on my shoulder. Taking the knife out, hurt, like, a lot. Ciel had gotten it out, and was currently sewing my wound shut.
"It was freaking poison!" I muttered.
"I thought you would counter it!" Ciel said back. I shook my head, Ciel really thought I was good. Or he was being a kiss-ass. Either way.
"There. All better." Ciel shut his eyes, smiling and raising his eyebrows. That always made me giggle. Ciel patted my head, and put up his sewing stuff. No, Ciel does not have a hobby of sewing, he just has that kit because he's the one who usually stitches my wounds shut. I rolled my shoulders. Luckily, the poison y dagger didn't reach my wings. So that was good.
Later, Ciel and I passed out on the floor and slept the night away.
*Cough*link*Cough* Mel!
Height: 6'7
Weight: 95 pounds
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Black
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised by the joker and abonded by
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She has taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes are permenently red from the hate she feels.
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns.
Civies: Black turtleneck and jeans.
'Stume: Black turtleneck dress and necklace with keys symbolising being the keeper of hell.
Secret ID: Adrian Martin
Age: 14
Appearance: about 5’8”, muscular but not super ripped, dirty blonde hair with a blue streak, one blue eye and one brown eye
Civvies: jeans, teeshirt, blue jean jacket, shark tooth necklace
Costume: civvies with sunglasses and wildly styled hair.
Personality: quiet, keeps to himself, a teeny bit egotistical when he talks, doesn’t like to talk to many girls, but does have a soft spot for some who seem down-to-earth
Powers: limited invulnerability, uses knives and blades, poison and explosives expert
Bio/History: He refuses to disclose this.
So.. yeah. That's me.