crimson feathers on the barb wire

Affiliated with CITTA-ALVEARE. Rank: Nobody. Apartment W-3. Ability to summon wings for one hour a day.

[elise-of-the-well-deactivated20]

Still here

[elise-of-the-well-deactivated20]

[She didn’t catch the puzzled look the man had at her, once he told her what the white stuff was, her attention was focused all on it. Kneeling down slightly she picked up a handful of the snow, watching it slip out of her hand, the top coat a more powered state. She giggles slightly, before picking up more snow, and then eventually tossed it up into the air above her, watching it fall down like the rest. She was about to grab a handful more when the man jumped down, landing very close to her. Blinking she turned her attention to the man.]

Well this ‘snow’ is fun-

[She blinked more, catching the rest of what he said. Undead? She had no idea what that meant, was it something like the spirits her and Mär helped get revenge? Maybe, or was that what a dead person was that that was for some reason brought to life? When he said the last part, she turned her attention away, back to the snow. Now she thought of it- She wasn’t sure why she was ‘alive’, she was a doll, from what she knew vaguely dolls don’t walk and talk. She placed her hands on the snow, leaving them on the top, not pressing down into it]

No, I’m not this undead, whatever it may be. I am a doll. [She looked to him ever so slightly.] I’m Elise, who are you?

[wandering-bird-blog]

There wasn't a day that passed by without Ankh meeting yet another beautiful woman whose fate was to be brought to that damned city against her will. Most people would have considered it cruel, and for once, he had to agree with the majority. His eyes traced the contour of the girl's body as she played in the snow, so innocently, you could have easily mistaken her for a child.

A doll. Ankh crouched down next to the girl, keeping his hands away from the snow. Her body emanated no heat, and even her blinking seemed awkward at times. This wasn't just a figure of speech or a cruel joke; Elise was an actual doll. The only thing that came to mind was how cruel some people could be. Why would they even create such a thing? Why would they give life to an inanimate--

Oh. Right. Because they could.

"Ankh." he replied, eyes finally meeting the girl's. It was a crime to let such sadness reach them. "You got dragged out of your own world, I assume."

[wandering-bird-blog]

Extraordinary Variation

[chase-nyan]

“Nya~”

Chase decided to move on all fours now, to relieve some pain from his knee. So now he’s stalking around on all fours.

“I-is that-?”

Chase looks up and sees a bird in a tree. He practically starts salivating. He’s so hungry. And he hasn’t had a good bird in the longest time!

Slowly… slowly… he moves over to the trunk… pulls out his knife… and begins his climb.

[wandering-bird-blog]

The cold was really starting to annoy the freshly metamorphosed Greeed. He hated chilly weather to begin with, but not having the protection of his inner fire or of his humanly clothes was quite bothersome.

Ankh ruffled his feathers as he glanced around, almost immediately regretting doing so. The first person he saw was that annoying cat whom he didn't even know the name of doing... something. For a moment, the small bird was puzzled.

"Chii chip chip~"

["What the hell is that idiot doing?]

As he looked up in the tree, however, he noticed another small yellow bird with similar feathers as his own. So the cat was hunting. His first instinct was to run away, but then the realization that the other might fall and break his neck was quite appealing so, for the moment, Ankh decided to stay put on the bench and watch what happens.

[wandering-bird-blog]

Extraordinary Variation

Well... this was unexpected, to say the least. And very, very frustrating. Ankh has been at the receiving end of many cruel fates over the course of time, but this? This was something even he hadn't expected. His small wings fluttered in the cold winter air as he perched himself upon a free bench.

"Chip chii."

["Fuck everything."]

How long was this transformation even going to last? He'd heard rumors of the magical capabilities of the grey blobs which, up until that point, had harassed him very little with their questioning or demands. It was even easy to ignore most of them; but the instant transformation which had occurred caught him by surprise. Even in this form, Ankh was enraged to high heaven and all he wanted was to kill something. Or someone.

[wandering-bird-blog]

poof! you are now a bird for the rest of the day!

"Son of a--"

"Chip cii-chip chip!!" [--BITCH!!]

[shackledby--sins-deactivated201]

[echoed-voice-blog]

Questions ( For the mun or the character )

TMI’s

Drabbles

Dares

What if’s.

“I ship you with …”

MY ASK BOX IS OPEN FOR ANYTHING …

ANYTHING.

… .. ANYTHING.

[wandering-bird-blog]

Crowded Cage

[dragracing-albino-blog]

Irisviel watched as the man before her rudely slammed the door as if he hadn’t the mannerism to be polite around ladies. It seemed that rooming with this man might become kind of a troubling experience, but hopefully the both of them could go their own ways without much trouble. She would observe the boy’s actions as he seemed to have already relaxed himself, or was at the very least trying to. What was ironic was that Irisviel’s actions seemed to be of a bigger annoyance to him then what he had done previously in front of Iri.

“Not too long ago. I’m.. still trying to adjust to the current events at hand.” Then again that could really be called for anyone who was new to the city. But Irisviel just had to try and.. make things work out. Would there really be a time where she could feel that well adjusted? Irisviel’s eye brow raised when he brought up the standards of living in the room. Although his mannerisms were rough, at the very least he gave more than acceptable terms of agreement.

“That sounds more than reasonable. And I hope the same rules apply to my belongings as well.” At least he wasn’t too much trouble to deal with. Maybe the new air around her got to her head and maybe she was having an off day. She would let out a small sigh before attempting to put on a smile.

“With the terms of living out of the way, I’ll introduce myself. My name is Irisviel Von Einzbern. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She would greet the boy with a small bow, getting introductions out of the way.

[wandering-bird-blog]

His head turned to face the girl with half-open eyes. She was definitely new if she still kept that mentality at hand. The bitter taste the city left on the Greeed's lips would soon reach her as well, seeing how it had been avoided so far. "Adjusting isn't exactly people do when they get stolen from their world." While that might not have been completely accurate, Ankh hoped that the girl would understand his words well enough so as not to have to explain further.

"I have no interest in your belongings. They mean nothing to me, and you should consider the same regarding mine." He spoke, pushing himself into a sitting position on the couch. Ankh really didn't have anything of value in that city, other than his medals, which he already kept inside of his arm. He just wanted to set things straight.

He nibbled on the side of his popsicle as he watched the girl introduce herself and take a courteous bow. Wow... that was awkward. How long had it been since someone had acted that well-mannered around the Greeed? He couldn't recall, partially because said person would have probably ended up dead in a few minutes, but mostly because it had never happened before. If anything, the last person he could recollect bowing in front of another was himself, but that was too long ago and his mind-numbing headache didn't really allow him to go back that far.

"... Ankh." he eventually replied, licking his lips of the icy sweetness. "Anything in particular I should know about? Are you human, a monster, a vampire...?" After meeting several of the inhabitants of Hive City, he couldn't be too sure anymore. Better safe than sorry. Or dead.

[elise-of-the-well-deactivated20]

Still here

[elise-of-the-well-deactivated20]

[Elise had been brushing out the snow out of her hair when she finally caught wind of the voice. She stopped and looked back up towards the tree she had been caught by, seeing the man sitting in it. Oh great- someone saw this little mishap the doll did, just wonderful. Seeing as the man kept talking to her, there really wasn’t a nice way to leave now, so sighing she walked closer to the base of the tree, attempting to get a better look at the man.]

I didn’t jump out of my window thank you very much. I slipped out of it because of… Well… [Elise kicked the snow with one of her red heels.] -Whatever this is. It looked shinier on the sill and it was slippery.

[She was curious to why the man was in the tree to begin with. Sure it may have been a little strange, but she had lived in a well for some time with Märchen- Nothing struck her as strange anymore when it came to where one decided to sit or stay. Ah- but she still had to answer his last question.]

Can one really die if one was never really alive to begin with? [She frowned- She never really found herself a living thing, just a doll with a soul. Sadly a doll with feelings, which she really wished would go away.]

[wandering-bird-blog]

Well... this was interesting, to say the very least. The girl appeared to be oblivious of the winter symbol around them. Was she, perhaps, from a warm, Southern land? Her pale complexion suggested otherwise, although one could never be sure. Ankh looked down at her with a puzzled, yet curious expression. There was something odd... well, that seemed to be the norm for everybody he had met so far.

"Snow." he replied briefly. "It's snow." So she fell out the window, rather than jump. Interesting little twist, the Greed noted. She wasn't suicidal, simply careless and unknowledgeable. Still, that didn't explain--

"... Oh." The Greeed cocked an eyebrow, jumping down next to her on the sidewalk. This person... no, better said this thing wasn't alive. It surprised the kaijin slightly, although he did not allow it to show. He'd seen enough in his life not to be too stunned at something like this happening. He, himself, was to a degree lifeless, a simple collection of medals which had taken over the body of a young man. "Undead." No, that wasn't right. She looked too well to have been raised from the dead. "I'm mistaken, aren't I? You're something else?"

[wandering-bird-blog]

Crowded Cage

[bagpipedevil-blog]

The door of the apartment was slammed open, and he squinted at the being, wondering who’d cause such an entrance as to walk in with such fervor. The first thing he noticed was how neatly styled and angled the man’s hair was. It bordered on eccentric, seeing as that hadn’t been the trend since… No, he didn’t keep tabs on trends, that wasn’t a part of his interests. Plus, the centuries blurred together, for one having been alive as long as he had been.

Glaring up at the other, he chose to simply ignore the rude question he’d been given, and to ask his own, instead. If this annoying git wasn’t going to show him a single ounce of manners, then neither was he.

He could feel those eyes looking him up and down, judging him. The threat didn’t faze him, since he knew he could stand his ground in pretty much any situation. With this being said, there was no sure win, but at least he had a chance, and that was what mattered. Then again, he had no idea who this was, what powers he had retained, any of his weaponry, etc. A bit foolish of him, in this situation, but once something got him riled up, he wasn’t stopping.

“You looking for a fight, pretty boy? This place’s just as mine as it is yours. That’s what I was told by the runners of this city.”

[wandering-bird-blog]

Ankh took in a deep, long breath. It was pretty easy to get the bird kaijin riled up, especially when he wasn't in his best moods to begin with. That being said, this was one of his worst moods in a long while, and the redhead wasn't helping him in the slightest. How dared he reply in such a fashion? He had no right to even be there, let alone threaten him. The Greeed twisted his neck with a loud crack, eyes pinned to the other once more.

"Cocky bastard." he called out, as if the same didn't apply to him. Ankh wasn't very different from the man standing in front of him when it came to rash tempers. He was, perhaps, a little more calculated and cautious, but that only applied when something big or important was going on. This? This was insignificant and, at best, extremely annoying. His kaijin arm slammed the table, rattling the other's glass and the liquid inside it. "The last thing you should be doing is threaten me." His fingers stretched over the table, sharp talons embedding themselves in the wooden surface. His gestures weren't to scare the other, as it was clear he wasn't even going to flinch. It was a simple way to make himself calm down, even if slightly. He wasn't in the mood for a fight, although it could have helped relieve some tension.

The Greeed raised an eyebrow at his words. "If you really have been assigned this apartment, then show me your keys. Now."

[wandering-bird-blog]

Crowded Cage

[dragracing-albino-blog]

Well the figure inside of the room would be harmlessly standing in the middle of the area if that was any consolation. Back when Irisviel was apparently kidnapped, the man on the large screen before her apparently gave her a living complex. That was to say, a piece of paper of where she was going to live, and the situation apparently was that she would be living with other people who were more or less caught in the same situation as her. Well, whoever the culprit was behind this apparently still had some signs of caring about the well being of those he kidnapped. If one could even call it that. Either way, Irisviel was no more curious about the room much like any other newcomer, but the sudden kick was more or less a shock as she found herself flinching a bit in fear. There in the doorway stood a figure she hadn’t seen before. His words apparently implied that he would be staying with her.

“Ah.. I’m sorry, but I was told I would be staying here.. so I thought I would have a look inside. It appears we may be in the same living arrangements, however..”

Irisviel really didn’t mean any ill will towards the man. It must have been just as surprising for him as it was for her that there was suddenly someone new they had never met in the room they were assigned. The only difference being was that she was more open to the idea that she would be staying with people. Then again, it was too early to make an assumption about this man. Never judge a book by it’s cover? That was the correct saying right? Well since they were going to room together, a few things might as well be said.

“Anyways.. I ask that because we’ll be sharing the same complex together that you try and not to damage as how you’ve currently done.”

Referring to the whole kicking of the door open ordeal, Irisviel didn’t so much mind what kind of state the room it was in, so as long as people were at the very least respecting the building itself. Having to make the best out of a bad situation was what she felt was necessary at the moment, but sometimes the best could be damaged in any form. She wasn’t necessarily intent on fighting anyone however, but at the very least voicing her concerns.

[wandering-bird-blog]

The Greeed had a bitter look on his face. This girl was claiming that she had been assigned the same apartment as him, and while that might have been true, since each apartment has three separate rooms, the idea of somebody invading his privacy wasn't exactly pleasant. Especially not somebody he had barely met. "I didn't damage anything, the door's fine." he replied sharply, slamming the door behind him. "They wouldn't make weak gates to their little cages."

As if exhaustion wasn't enough, now the bird kaijin had to deal with a monster headache caused by the sudden turn of events. Damn everything straight to the flaming pits of Hell. He absolutely despised that place, and now he even had to deal with a girl who thought she could play leader. He stepped towards the freezer, grabbing a popsicle. He'd finally managed to find some in the shopping district, although the effort was titanic. Ankh went over to the couch, sliding onto it with ease. "When did you arrive?" His fingers and claws massaged his temples. If this girl really was going to be living with him under the same roof, then she'd better damn well know that he wasn't the type to accept privacy intrusion.

"Listen." he began, opening his eyes to look at the girl. Might as well get this over with quickly so he could get some sleep. "Seeing how you're new, it would be best to set some standards from the get-go." That headache was getting worse with each passing second. Did he even have any medicine? Doubtful. "I already made my nest in the room to the far right." The Greeed nodded towards it. That room had the best view of the sector and it was the only one from which, if he jumped out the window, he could land safely on another building without too many people noticing. "Don't dare go in my room, or take anything from it. Sounds reasonable enough for you?"

[wandering-bird-blog]

Crowded Cage

[bagpipedevil-blog]

Whomever he was supposed to be sharing this apartment with, he hoped that they didn’t mind that as long as he was around, the area would always be graced with the heavy stench of his cigar smoke.

From what he could tell, his room and accommodations weren’t the greatest, but somewhat workable. Getting up, he noticed the lack of any other presence but his, and assumed that his roommates were up and about. Big city, it probably had lots for the residents to toy with. No guarantees, though. The nation always left the bed unkempt and unmade after naps, such as now, or in the mornings, covers pushed up towards the edge of the mattress; he preferred it that way, laziness getting the best of him, and often ended up having to half-heartedly remake it right before he retired for the day.

A sudden itch in his fingers told him that he’d been lacking on his daily intake of alcohol, and he decided to cure that right away, his feet instantly directing him towards the kitchen. He pulled open the refrigerator, scanning its contents for the bottle, bottle… hmm… Where was the damn bottle— Ah, there we go. All minor frustration was forgotten as he singlehandedly popped open the cap on his precious elixir - perhaps out of desperation, he’d outlearned the metallic bottle opener quite a long time ago.

Taking a seat at the dining table and propping his feet up onto the mahogany, he held it up and took a swig, as a sample, then ran his tongue of his lips, deciding that he approved of the taste. Though it troubled him that he couldn’t associate it with a particular name… Rather odd, coming from one who spent so much time around Ireland.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

Ouch. Harsh words were thrown his way, a haughty arrogance tacked onto the letters, ruining whatever contentment he held prior to this rude meeting. He set the brown glass down, as to not shatter it by accident. Heaven knows how many bottles he’s broken out of sheer anger.

“What, a fellow isn’t allowed the right to sit here and to simply enjoy a drink?”

[wandering-bird-blog]

Throwing open the door had only managed to move the stench of cigar smoke away from a brief moment before it came rushing back in, almost overwhelming the Greeed. He knew for a fact that he hadn't been smoking, not since his arrival in that city, at least, so the first impression he got of his burglar was that he was a smoking fiend who didn't know he was supposed to leave after taking the goods. Joyful.

"Not when said fellow is in my apartment, helping himself to my booze."

Oh, that guy was going to get his head twisted off his shoulders if he didn't leave immediately. Ankh was not in the mood for fun and games, especially when his muscles were ready to snap. Still, he was pretty sure he would be able to gather the strength needed to take down the intruder, or, at the very least, blow him out the window, although that would have been less satisfactory than having his claws at his neck.

Ankh entered the kitchen with heavy footsteps, eyeing up the other. Another foreigner, although, if he thought about it, all the people in that city were. His eyes were just as annoyed as Ankh's. A confrontation was clearly coming their way, considering how headstrong the two even appeared. Hell, if he was anything like Ankh, then this could not end well for either of them.

"You have about thirty seconds to tell me who you are or to get the Hell out of my house." 

[1ust1t14-blog]

TURN4BOUT!!

[1ust1t14-blog]

[ So she was right!  No mechanical arms here.  Though, he did seem quite pissy over the fact that she had decided to lick his arm.  It seemed that the troll had no concept of personal space, her sense of taste simply being used to get a better ‘look’ at the man’s arm.  Still, she couldn’t help but grin at his anger, her free hand resting on her hip as an eyebrow rose. ]

“Calm down!  It’s just a quick taste, no big deal!”

“I could have impaled you with my horns, right?! I think a lick won’t kill you!!”

[ The quick burst of red in the air stumped her, that was for certain.  She grabbed a hold of her sword, eyebrows raising.  Would she need to defend herself, she wondered.  Still, the man before her made no movements that would declare hostility, yet she still kept her guard up. ]

[ He spoke of mutation, however.  What was up with that?  She leaned closer, her expression filled with curiosity as he continued.  … The scientists!! Of course they were behind it!  So that arm… it wasn’t a weapon, or anything like that.  How could she have been so foolish?! ]

[ This was a shocking development!!  A shocking development, indeed! ]

“What other kinds of mutations have these humans in white been doing?!  This wasn’t mentioned at all, this was supposed to be a simple social observation!” [ These people, they were dirty!  Lying about their true intentions— of course!! ]

“They will surely face death once I’m through with them, that is— if they’re not lucky!!” [ She dug into her pocket, pulling out the only thing that had managed to make it with her.  A coin.  One side carried a scratch, while the other was a simple heads. ]

“One flip.  Scratch, they die in favor of justice.  Heads, they live and continue their horrible acts!”

[ … Not really, she didn’t plan on giving them any mercy whatsoever. The coin just had a dramatic effect. ]

[wandering-bird-blog]

Her odd way of speaking was puzzling, even for the Greeed. Such excitement, such desire... she would have been the perfect parent for a Yummy, had he been able to create them. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her words, however. "Don't impale me." His tone denoted more authority than the woman was probably used to, but it didn't matter. There was nothing she could do to him at that moment, as her focus was shifted towards something else.

Ankh smirked. His webbing was slowly spinning.

"Horrifying things, although, I have to warn you..." he paused for a moment, glancing at all the passersby, "... most of the people in this city will deny it. I'm one of the few who haven't been brainwashed or threatened into keeping silence. You're lucky you've met me before most people." His kaijin arm went forward. While another disgusting lick was the last thing he wanted, his body language had to express trust. It seemed like everything he did was being analyzed through her other senses.

"They won't admit to a damn thing. Tsk. Do you think anybody in this city would accept being messed with in this fashion?" His claws balled up into a fist, his voice carrying with it anger. "But I managed to rid myself of their lies. Watch your every step. Don't trust anyone." His thoughts quickly darted towards Tako, for some reason... "There are more mutated people like me wondering about. These scientists have ruined many lives."

The coin began to flip in the air, but before it could land in her hand, Ankh caught it in his. "No mercy." His voice was cold, almost lifeless. "It's either you or them."

[wandering-bird-blog]

Winter Travels

[brandedwindsage-blog]

For his short time in the city, Soren was glad to have met someone who he could so easily interact with on such a simple conjecture, the thought of not being here. He took note of the man’s sleepiness, which the man took specific care to note that he was just sleepy as to not offend Soren. It sort of a bizarre concept, that the two were speaking of these people as though they weren’t there. The pair could say anything they desired and no effect would result from the other passengers, Soren felt.

He agreed with every point the man beside him made, considering each point was a practical echo of his own thoughts. But there was nothing wrong with that, he figured, the man was simply reiterating his own and Soren’s ideas. Besides, Soren honestly didn’t care much for the content of the conversation, as long as it proved to be a satisfactory distraction from the constant lurching and turning of the train.

However, one point that Soren had made seemed to pique the man’s interest as he turned to him suddenly.

“You’ve dealt with the non-human before, I take it.”

“Well, from what I’ve gathered of others,” Soren began, meeting his gaze, “my world’s interpretation of human and non-human beings are much different from others. For example, we have two races, beorc and laguz, but there’s also the divine beings, goddesses and such. And then there’s feral ones, Branded individuals…” he went on to explain. Soren knew this random regurgitation of information wouldn’t do for the man, so he offered more. “In my own mind, obviously the goddess and divine beings are non-humans, as well as the feral ones… and the Branded,” he stated.

“And from what I’ve gathered, they’re incredibly different from each other. Feral ones are savage beasts, the goddess… Well, my team of mercenaries and I had to end up defeating her.” he scoffed. “And Branded… they’re an abomination, a crossbreed between the two ‘normal’ races of the world. But regardless of all of that, I’m still sure no one would have a desire to be here,” he concluded.

[wandering-bird-blog]

If anything, the outburst of information chased away the Greeed's sleepy state. It seemed like the boy sitting next to him had quite a story to tell, and while he wasn't particularly interested in any of the information he was throwing at him, Ankh listened carefully regardless. He had no reason not to. Who knew, perhaps it would end up being useful someday. He caught several things that he couldn't help but make a note of. Gods, mercenaries, and branded individuals. He stored several questions in his mind and waited for the other to finish speaking.

"Sounds like quite a ride." he began speaking, moving a leg over the other, searching for a comfortable position on the rather small seat. "I couldn't tell at first, but it seems that you've been in your fair share of battles." he hesitated to continue, not sure if he should tackle the subject... the man looked intelligent enough not to start anything in a train full of people, however. Might as well continue their conversation. "That's where that odd energy comes from, huh?" The Greeed nodded towards the other. He couldn't tell at first what it was, but it seems like he had gotten his answer. "My world has... several humanoid creatures as well..." he paused, glancing down at his kaijin arm, "... but nothing as complex as what you're describing. Humans are humans, nothing more. I doubt we even had a God."

His voice faded for a little while. "... what about you?" The Greeed began stepping into dangerous territory. "What exactly are you?"

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[1ust1t14-blog]

TURN4BOUT!!

[1ust1t14-blog]

[ Something’s coming down, she could smell it.  Her grip tightened on the makeshift cane, ready to swing if need be. ]

[ What she spoke of was not murder— just extreme methods of justice.  Any and all criminals deserved to die, did they not?  She took another breath in, making her best attempt to get a quick analysis on the objec— … Wait, that was a person!! ]

[ Her senses allowed her to get the gist of her situation as this figure approached the ground below.  Male.  Unarmed… speaking of arms, though, one was abnormal.  Was it mechanical?  No, it didn’t hold that metallic smell that an arm like Vriska’s would have let off. ]

[ Curiosity overtook the blind troll, and all she could do to show it was grin.  Oh, that wicked grin of hers surely spread across her lips as she stood tall, waiting for this man to land.  No, she was not afraid at all, simply curious.  In fact, giggles seemed to escape her. ]

[ Ah, finally, he landed.  Behind her, too.  Turning her stance, she faced the man, pushing up her glasses as she let another near-cackle leave her lips.  A shocking situation, not even five minutes after she had reached this place. ]

[ And now he spoke of Hell.  Ah, no.  Hell was that meteor she and the remaining trolls had been trapped on, not knowing if death would meet them at their next step.  Hell was Gamzee’s killing spree, cleverly disguised as the work of her rival. ]

[ This was not Hell. ]

“Doesn’t smell like it!  Hell’s got fire, right?  I haven’t smelled any since I got here, hehehe!”

“Your arm smells funny, it’s not like your other one.  What’s up with that?  It’s not mechanical, right?”

[ Now she took quick strides forward, leaning forward just enough to give a lick to Ankh’s arm.  Woah, that really did taste… amazing!  Hints of red, green… a plethora of colors! ]

“Trippy!!” [ She pulled away, brushing herself off and letting another set of giggles escape her lips. ] “What’s up with the bird, though?  … That’s a bird, right?  ’Cause it smells like a bird!”

[wandering-bird-blog]

The bird kaijin was just about to correct her when he remembered: he was supposed to smell like fire, but hell, the scientists took care of that one for him, didn't they? Instead, he pursed his lips and waited for the other's words. She was... curious, to say the least. He'd never met anyone like her in the city before, and doubted he would once more... then again, he hadn't been there for very long, and knowing the scientists - or, better said, knowing their intentions - he was probably wrong in the matter.

He listened to the girl question his arm. "It's not mechanical." he replied briefly. So she was blind... that was rather unexpected. But her other senses seemed sharp, keen, even more attentive than if she had been able to use her sight. "You--" the Greeed did not get to say another word as he felt her tongue against his kaijin arm. The hair on his neck stood up as he pulled back immediately.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Anger emerged in his eyes which began to glow a bloody red. He was half-temped to make his wings appear once more and blast her away, but he refrained, biting the inside of his cheek. He decided to talk to a weirdo. Perfect.

Yet as she continued to question, Ankh saw an opening. His eyes narrowed, several wheels turning in his head, coming up with a rather... interesting idea. "A bird it is, but not by my choosing." His lips curled into a wicked smile. Where would this little idea go, he had no clue, but it seemed like stirring up the truth might prove very useful. "The people who brought me here - the same people who abducted you as well - did this to me. They're monsters. They've mutated many..." he paused for a moment, letting out a heavy breath, "... and they'll probably do the same to you."

[wandering-bird-blog]

Crowded Cage [@Roommates]

It had been days since Ankh had checked into his own apartment. He despised that place greatly, not only for how foreign it looks, but how it felt. There were eyes everywhere, and while he couldn't see them himself, he could feel them constantly, even to the point of paranoia. Because of that fact, the bird kaijin despised coming back home, and would often leave for days without end, desperately trying to stay away.

It had been too long, however, even for him. Exhaustion had started to set in and the Greeed needed sleep like nothing else at that moment. Wandering from sector to sector was draining, more so than he ever thought it could be. Eventually, he managed to make it back to the sector oo2 complex.

The elevator ride was welcomed, as it allowed the kaijin to rest his legs, but very short. The large metallic doors opened, allowing the light from the hallway to shine in his eyes. Fuck, did he hate that place... Ankh forced himself away from the elevator wall as he walked over to his apartment. Sleep, that was the only thing on his mind. That was the only thing he wanted.

But sleep was the last thing that was going to happen as he grabbed a hold of the knob. The door was already unlocked, fact which caught the Greeed off-guard. He didn't really care for that place, but he distinctly recalled locking it before leaving. great, a burglar. Ankh threw the door open with a kick. A figure was standing right in front of him in the main room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" His words carried venom. This wasn't how his afternoon was supposed to go, and, to say the least, the kaijin was pissed.

[1ust1t14-blog]

TURN4BOUT!!

[ Well this certainly wasn’t the meteor.  Even a blind troll could conclude that!  She crossed her arms over her chest, taking a deep breath through her nose.  What she smelled shocked her, to say the least.  Buildings, just about everywhere, along with the scent of several humans, along with… other creatures? ]

[ Shocking, indeed. ]

[ They had even managed to take her cane from her.  In return, she had been given a wooden sword.  … It would make a fine replacement for her cane, but what the hell was she going to do when she needed to fight?! ]

“Piece of crap.”

[ If she could recall correctly, it seemed she was in this predicament so that she could be used as something like an experiment.  What would the gain out of that be, she wondered.  Some of the things these humans did was just a bit ridiculous, she couldn’t help but conclude. ]

[ Though she should have been concerned for her safety, her mind was wrapped around another factor completely, a factor that created a wide grin that spread across her face, sharpened teeth flashing. ]

“A plethora of kidnapping charges, to the highest degree…”

“These scientists will face justice!!  All of them, to the gallows when I’m through with them!”

[ That’s right, the days of lonesome roleplay were over.  To bring these criminals to justice, she would have to use the skills she had learned through her silly games in order to bring justice to this place. ]

“Hehehe…”

[wandering-bird-blog]

To say that there were a lot of unusual characters in Hive City would have been an understatement.

Each day seemed to string along new faces, mortals and monsters alike. It felt as if that inhumane experiment had somehow slipped out of control, as if the people pulling the strings had forgotten when to put the breaks. More and more kept coming. More were forced to live away from their loved ones, from their home planets, worlds, from everything they held dear, or even despised. In short, from everything familiar.

Ankh looked down at them from the rooftop of a small complex building. Sector oo2 was despicable, to say the very least. Everything he knew bad in the world had been gathered in that little corner of hell, with the 'test subjects' thrust in the middle to fend for themselves. He wanted nothing more than to burn that place to the ground, along with all the inhabitants who decided to accept their fate. For now, however...

A cry-- no, something more along the lines of a shriek caught his attention. The bird kaijin looked down. Another new arrival... but something was different about her. Something he didn't think he'd get the chance to see too often.

There was murder on her lips.

Ankh shot down from the rooftop right behind the woman. The air around them began to rattle their clothes wildly as he rose to his feet. "Welcome to Hell." he called out in a monotone voice. "Looks like you're new to the scene."

[belgianchocolatekisses-blog]

Probably should have walked...

[belgianchocolatekisses-blog]

Belgium thanked the waiter by giving him a smile, and began cutting into her food as she listened to Ankh. Mmm, he did have a point there. No use trying to find a place if you can’t even leave the one your in now, right?

“Demonic ruler? Heh, we’ve all had run ins with those kinds of people.” She replied letting out a small laugh. Although, she probably wasn’t the best person to talk too about “demonic rulers”. She’s never actually had a ruler with whom she hated. Maybe disliked, or just no overly fond of, but never hated. “If it was on English territory, then it’s probably the United Kingdom. 800 years is a long time though. I mean, I’ve been around for a long time too, but you’re probably older than I am!”

It was actually a bit exciting for her to meet someone that was probably older then she was. Sure, in her world there were plenty of countries that were older then her, but meeting someone from a different world who was was what excited her.

Taking a bite out of her waffles she watched as he took back the coins and started….laughing to himself? To say that she didn’t find this odd would be a total lie. She just sat there with a smile on her face and waited for him to finish laughing. Even with the smile on her face, it was rather easy to tell that she was a bit weirded out at the moment.

“You’re the personification of a country…”

Ah, she knew where he was going with this. It was only fair that she told him about herself since he did it for her.

“Well basically I’m the country in human form. Whenever something happens to the country, like the land itself, it effects me. Like, if someone attacked an area in Belgium I would be able to feel it. Of course, the pain we feel depends on the severity of the attack, as well as where it was located, since our bodies are directly related to the country we represent.”

That made sense right?

[wandering-bird-blog]

"Older than a country?" His lips curled into an awkward smile before he began taking small bites out of the lettuce in his salad. "Sounds pretty unthinkable... in most cases." This was obviously not one of those cases, Ankh thought to himself. He was talking to the human personification of Belgium, a country which didn't actually exist when he was originally created. Well, at least that's what he was aware of. The Greeed had little knowledge of the outside world back then, as he was often forbidden from documenting himself on the matter. In the end, his curiosity was not great enough to pursue the matter, so it had been dropped rather quickly.

"I doubt I've been through as much as you, though." he eventually continued. "For most of those 800-something years I've been sealed away, so there wasn't much I could do other than... think." As a matter of fact, there wasn't anything else he could have done. From the time the King's death to the moment in which he had been reborn, Ankh's disembodied hand simply sat on his ruler's coffin, nothing but his thoughts there to keep him company. Eventually, the medals which formed his body broke apart into separate pieces and it took quite a long while until he was able to gather the strength to reform himself.

He listened to the girl's explanation as he moved his fork throughout the salad. "Makes sense... somehow." And in an odd way, it did. If you accepted what she was saying at the truth, then it made perfect sense. "I guess wars would be pretty devastating, then."