Hell's Angel

● Stocking Anarchy from Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt ● Master to Heike ● Affiliated with Knight's Vocation

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This isn't sweet at all ►CLOSED @ Heike◄

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The demon inspected her servant closely, a single thin brow raised in suspicion as she pursed her lips. Well, at least the guy didn’t look half bad. But what mattered to her, more than anything, was how powerful he was and how much use he would be to her in this war. She huffed and immediately crossed her arms over her chest, “Oh no, of course I’m not your Master! I only summoned you for no fuckin’ reason!” She snapped, voice laced with sarcasm. 

“Just call me Stocking. So… You’re my servant, huh?” She mused aloud, a grin spreading across her face. “I told you to bring something sweet, didn’t I? Where is it?”

“If you didn’t bring anything for me, you’re being a shitty servant and I’ll make you pay for that.” The demon added on as her mind filled with multiple embarrassing things she’d be able to make her servant do. This would certainly be fun!

[codefounder]

[The little hope Heike had for his Master to be a refined lady crumbled as soon as she started speaking. Such foul mouth was nothing proper of a lady, no. This called for some punishment in order to change that attitude of his Master.]

Hmmm, it seems my master has a rotten mouth. Tch tch, no can’t do. I am indeed your Servant as the contract states, but your attitude tells me I am being looked down on.

[Not only was she already talking in foul language but she was making absurd demands. If she were to ask in a more polite manner, Heike would even be pleased to comply but this earned her some of Heike’s contempt.]

Bad girl. It seems my master requires some punishment in order to reform herself.

[Already making use of his light strings, he walked closer to Stocking and with a swift movement of his hands, he tied her down in a bondage knot and had her hanging from a nearby tree branch as he held on the other end of the light string.]

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Stocking narrowed her eyes at the other as he began to speak. His attitude alone pissed her off and if there was one thing Stocking hated, it was arrogant assholes like this guy. His mentioning of punishing her got a bitter, teasing laugh out of the girl and she slowly bent down and removed a single stocking from her leg. She twirled the garment around her finger until it transformed into a sword and pointed the tip of the blade at the male standing before her.

"I'm not fucking messing around with you! You better listen to what I sa--!!!!"

She was immediately cut off by the strings that were tightly wrapped around her body, restricting her from normal movement. The sword slipped from the girl's fingers and her cheeks immediately heated up as she squirmed in the air, desperately attempting to loosen herself from the other's grip.

"What in the hell are you doing you fuckin' shithead?! You goddamn piece of garbage! Let me go right now! T-That's a damn order...!" The demon yelled as she kicked her legs as best as she could possibly manage. 

[sugarcoateddemon-blog]

This isn't sweet at all ►CLOSED @ Heike◄

Stocking looked around in complete silence as she dug her painted fingernails into her palms, hands curled into tight fists. A demon like her took orders from no one, yet here she was, standing in the middle of nowhere and being forced to partake in some shitty ‘war’. The only thing that had piqued the girl’s wavering interest was being promised that, if she won the war, her wish would be granted. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips at the thought of that special wish becoming a reality. If fighting here - wherever the fuck it was - would make that wish come true, Stocking was more than willing to do it. She was eager, even. For now, though, there seemed to be no threats around.

In fact, she was sure that at the moment, she was completely alone. And if some idiot did show up, she could certainly handle herself. Although her mind did jump from topic to topic and she found herself suddenly remembering that she wouldn’t be in this fight alone. That was right… How could she have forgotten? Fuck, how could she even know she had a servant?! She had never been told any information but it was already in her brain. As if it had been programmed there. 

So… She would have someone by her side at all times, right? The smirk was now clear on her face. That meant she would have someone to boss around. Someone to make them do everything she ordered! As if on cue, the demon’s stomach growled and she brought a delicate hand to her flat belly, letting it rest there for a moment. When in the hell had she last eaten…? Obviously, it was time for a sugary snack!

But… How was she supposed to summon her servant? Say a chant? That sounded way too fucking lame. Whatever. If it would get her servant here, she’d be willing to do it! In a sudden flash, her memory went through the whole summoning procedure and before she knew it, the demon found herself using the tip of her heeled shoe to draw a circle in the ground. And then, as easily as it had come to her, the words echoed from her mouth, 

“In such a sour situation thy will guide me to the end. With strength, loyalty, and committed sin. Sweet victory will be ours, through the very final hour. Bitter trials and tribulations will be the path that we have taken. Come forth and let thy powe— you know what, I’ve had enough of this shit. Just get your ass over here and bring something sweet, dammit!”

[codefounder]

[From the summoning circle a light shone as a new being appeared from it. An experienced magus would’ve probably yelled at Stocking for cutting short the ceremony to summon a Servant but in reality, this didn’t matter since the ceremony was a success.

As the white-haired Servant opened his eyes to greet it’s new Master, he looked around as if inspecting his surroundings. It was certainly not the city he was used to but it was still Japan. Heike wasn’t sure how did he become a Servant but thanks to the mighty grail’s power, his knowledge of what was going on was spotless.]

Oh my, should I assume that you are my Master?

[Heike started to analyze his new Master from head to toes and those looks were ones of a rebel lady. Heike wondered if her Master was really capable of making it far in this war even with his help. After a closer look, he realized that beside her rowdy clothes and extravagant hair, her skin looked like she really took care of it so she might be from either a higher class society of some sort. In any case, he awaited to hear her reply before accepting her as such.]

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The demon inspected her servant closely, a single thin brow raised in suspicion as she pursed her lips. Well, at least the guy didn't look half bad. But what mattered to her, more than anything, was how powerful he was and how much use he would be to her in this war. She huffed and immediately crossed her arms over her chest, "Oh no, of course I'm not your Master! I only summoned you for no fuckin' reason!" She snapped, voice laced with sarcasm. 

"Just call me Stocking. So... You're my servant, huh?" She mused aloud, a grin spreading across her face. "I told you to bring something sweet, didn't I? Where is it?"

"If you didn't bring anything for me, you're being a shitty servant and I'll make you pay for that." The demon added on as her mind filled with multiple embarrassing things she'd be able to make her servant do. This would certainly be fun!

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Sugar and Spice ►OPEN // INTRO◄

The demon stared at the innocent person before her in silence, almost like a lion watching it’s prey, ready to pounce at any given minute. The alley she was currently hiding in stunk enough to make Stocking throw up her previous snacks, but she didn’t want to make any sudden movements and gain the attention of the stranger she had been following for the past half hour. And, more than that, she didn’t want to lose even a crumb of the delicious sweets she had all but inhaled earlier.

Truth be told, the girl didn’t quite care about participating in this holy war, or whatever the fuck it was called. Although it would be interesting to watch everyone else run around like idiots, trying to murder each other. And if she wanted to survive to watch it, she had to not only fight, but fight alongside her idiot servant as well. And in order for the idiot to keep on fighting, she had to collect prana.

Which she could easily do just by mauling the person before her. After all, even if they weren’t her servant, they were still a servant altogether, which she had found out when she had been following the person much earlier in the day. An archer, she assumed. Which would be interesting enough to fight! All she had to do was kill them, slice the palm of her hand with the blade of her sword and mix their blood together to collect prana. Unless it only worked with the blood of her servant? She’d find out.

a smirk occupied her face as the demon slowly removed a single stocking from her leg, clearly assuming that the person before her wouldn’t be strong enough to cause her to use more than one weapon. As soon as the object transformed into her sword, the girl was just about to pounce forward when she heard loud footsteps echo from behind her, causing the person she was aiming to kill to see her holding a sword and run off in fear of being killed so early in the war.

Spinning around quickly, the demon shoved the tip of her blade at the new approacher’s neck and glared at them furiously.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you brainless shithead?! Thanks to you, I have to find someone else!” Her voice was laced with anger as she spat each and every word out bitterly. However, she slowly grinned and pressed her blade deeper against the stranger’s throat. “Unless I just kill you for getting in my way.”

[hoipytoipy]

There were quite a few strange characters in this city, even compared to the ghosts and goblins that Panty had encountered in her own lifetime. But none surprised her just as much as the flash of dark black and pink hair that caught her eye as it dashed into an alley. She really hoped it had been her mind playing tricks on her. But at the same time, she didn’t. 

She’d give anything to see Stocking again, if not to rip her limb from limb for being such a lying bitch and, hey, cutting her into a million pieces? Rude as fuck. With silent dexterity the angel creeped against the alley wall with her back pressed against the brick, keeping her eyes on the dark form ahead of her. The closer she got, the more certain she was that it could be no one else but Stocking. Even with the stench of the alleyway clogging her senses, a very faint aroma of freshly baked sweets emanated from the figure. A recognizable and dead giveaway of the gluttonous woman.

So Panty decided to pounce.

At least, she planned to pounce, before Stocking noticed her first and promptly held a blade to her throat. What pissed the angel off more, however, were the words she spoke to her. That demeaning tone dripping with venom. It pissed her off. 

“… Oi. Stocking. Calm it down, will ya?” It’s only your sister. You know. The one you kind of like. Backstabbed.

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you? Guess it’s fucking true what they say…”

“Once a fat and slimy piece of shit cum-gargling gutter bitch, always a fat and slimy piece of shit cum-gargling gutter bitch. No wonder your men always left you for me.”

[sugarcoateddemon-blog]

If it hadn't been for that familiar voice, those misty blue eyes, and the goddamn blonde banana bangs, Stocking would have never moved a muscle. She would have held on strong to her position at being the one in charge and wouldn't have felt any other feeling aside from that electrifying jolt of excitement that came with being in charge for once.  

But, of course, this wasn't just any ordinary person. It was Panty. And Stocking could almost feel the shift of their roles switching, Panty taking the lead and her following right behind her. Like always. It was funny, in a bitter sort of way, that the typical 'wah my sister gets more attention than me' was what made Stocking consider siding with the demons, going so far as to become one herself. Although it certainly hadn't been the complete turning point for the angel-gone-bad. 

The typical 'fat' insult caused the younger sister to grit her teeth together angrily, though she refused to lose her temper. Not yet, at least. Things were different now and Stocking was damned and determined to prove that. They were no longer equals, not that they ever had been.

She lowered the sword from Panty's neck, allowing her arm to go limp by her side, though she wouldn't hesitate to fight if this conversation led to it. Which, when it came to Panty and Stocking, would more than likely happen. "It's nice of you to show up, Panty. You've made a nice recovery from your injuries. But only a brain-dead cum-dumpster would have been stupid enough to not notice what was coming." 

"The expression on your hideous face was more than enough enjoyment to last me a lifetime!" It was fun to tease the girl before her, and Stocking would continue to do it, just because she knew it would more than likely piss her sister off even more. After all, just because she was a demon didn't mean the two weren't still connected.

"Tch, who the fuck has time for fucking men right now, aside from cheap and disgusting whores like yourself?! I have more important matters in mind! Ones that don't include getting diced the fuck up like you did!"

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Sugar and Spice ►OPEN // INTRO◄

The demon stared at the innocent person before her in silence, almost like a lion watching it's prey, ready to pounce at any given minute. The alley she was currently hiding in stunk enough to make Stocking throw up her previous snacks, but she didn't want to make any sudden movements and gain the attention of the stranger she had been following for the past half hour. And, more than that, she didn't want to lose even a crumb of the delicious sweets she had all but inhaled earlier.

Truth be told, the girl didn't quite care about participating in this holy war, or whatever the fuck it was called. Although it would be interesting to watch everyone else run around like idiots, trying to murder each other. And if she wanted to survive to watch it, she had to not only fight, but fight alongside her idiot servant as well. And in order for the idiot to keep on fighting, she had to collect prana.

Which she could easily do just by mauling the person before her. After all, even if they weren't her servant, they were still a servant altogether, which she had found out when she had been following the person much earlier in the day. An archer, she assumed. Which would be interesting enough to fight! All she had to do was kill them, slice the palm of her hand with the blade of her sword and mix their blood together to collect prana. Unless it only worked with the blood of her servant? She'd find out.

a smirk occupied her face as the demon slowly removed a single stocking from her leg, clearly assuming that the person before her wouldn't be strong enough to cause her to use more than one weapon. As soon as the object transformed into her sword, the girl was just about to pounce forward when she heard loud footsteps echo from behind her, causing the person she was aiming to kill to see her holding a sword and run off in fear of being killed so early in the war.

Spinning around quickly, the demon shoved the tip of her blade at the new approacher's neck and glared at them furiously.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you brainless shithead?! Thanks to you, I have to find someone else!" Her voice was laced with anger as she spat each and every word out bitterly. However, she slowly grinned and pressed her blade deeper against the stranger's throat. "Unless I just kill you for getting in my way."

[sugarcoateddemon-blog]

This isn't sweet at all ►CLOSED @ Heike◄

Stocking looked around in complete silence as she dug her painted fingernails into her palms, hands curled into tight fists. A demon like her took orders from no one, yet here she was, standing in the middle of nowhere and being forced to partake in some shitty 'war'. The only thing that had piqued the girl's wavering interest was being promised that, if she won the war, her wish would be granted. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips at the thought of that special wish becoming a reality. If fighting here - wherever the fuck it was - would make that wish come true, Stocking was more than willing to do it. She was eager, even. For now, though, there seemed to be no threats around.

In fact, she was sure that at the moment, she was completely alone. And if some idiot did show up, she could certainly handle herself. Although her mind did jump from topic to topic and she found herself suddenly remembering that she wouldn't be in this fight alone. That was right... How could she have forgotten? Fuck, how could she even know she had a servant?! She had never been told any information but it was already in her brain. As if it had been programmed there. 

So... She would have someone by her side at all times, right? The smirk was now clear on her face. That meant she would have someone to boss around. Someone to make them do everything she ordered! As if on cue, the demon's stomach growled and she brought a delicate hand to her flat belly, letting it rest there for a moment. When in the hell had she last eaten...? Obviously, it was time for a sugary snack!

But... How was she supposed to summon her servant? Say a chant? That sounded way too fucking lame. Whatever. If it would get her servant here, she'd be willing to do it! In a sudden flash, her memory went through the whole summoning procedure and before she knew it, the demon found herself using the tip of her heeled shoe to draw a circle in the ground. And then, as easily as it had come to her, the words echoed from her mouth, 

"In such a sour situation thy will guide me to the end. With strength, loyalty, and committed sin. Sweet victory will be ours, through the very final hour. Bitter trials and tribulations will be the path that we have taken. Come forth and let thy powe-- you know what, I've had enough of this shit. Just get your ass over here and bring something sweet, dammit!"