[open] Let's Play Reaper

Subject: [open] Let's Play Reaper Sun Mar 13, 2011 9:21 pm

This planet was seriously a messed up place. Buildings were in ruins, sewage was all over the place, and random pieces of technology were scattered everywhere. Oh, we do not want to forget the ashes of obliterated aliens and a scarce few humans blowing around in the wind. The Evoknights really totaled this technology-bound planet, huh? Well, it was now time to search for survivors. What fun.

A lone girl picked her way across the debris. Black hair bounced lightly with each step she took. Instead of her normal Chinese-styled dress, the girl had decided to switch to some sort of slightly longer dress that looked like a black-and-grey version of an Alice outfit. Though, her outfit had a plaid-ish pattern in the middle of it. Clutched in her hands was the large Ohmu shell scythe the girl so dearly loved swinging around, blood staining the precious blade of it.

Guess what she was pretending to be? Yes, that’s right! The raven-haired girl was playing Grim Reaper, where she was the reaper, and everyone else was--or, were--her victims. Blood, heads, and bodies trailed after the Side Two. Each alien she passed that were too weak or too ugly instantly had a little date with her scythe. The girl stopped at yet another alien--one who was currently trying to nurse what looked like the area where an arm should be. A creepy grin broke across her face as Len lifted the scythe, posed to strike. “This world is better off without the weak.” The powerful weapon was swiftly slashed down, slicing the alien--who was attempting to run--in half. The raven-haired human chuckled darkly to herself as she wiped off a few droplets of blood. Oh, how she loved locking Side One up. It gave her much more time to play.

ooc: Fail. e.e I AM BACK! Somewhat.

Subject: Re: [open] Let's Play Reaper Tue Mar 15, 2011 6:23 pm

Odd focused his complete concentration on the floating capsule that was the size of primitive nuclear bomb. It floated just to his right, a few centimeters above his head. It hovered and fell in an unsteady pattern. The extreme weight of the machine angered him. How was he supposed to use all of this gold if he couldn't even lift it? Even his telekinetic powers were not a match for its weight. And there were three other capsules yet to be loaded. He had delivered six in total, about to be seven. Over one hundred metric tons of gold. If that wasn't enough to buy him a small castle on some primitive planet, then this plan would have failed. That was hoping he didn't die in the transportation of this gold. Did aliens even like gold? Eh, someone would want the precious metal. If anything for its pleasing looks, and not its former expensiveness. He had analyzed his situation countless times before but he was always brought back to his common faith in the wants and needs of the aliens. They probably had never even seen gold before.

But the Evoknights had complicated things. He was supposed to weight until he was eighteen to collect this gold, and only if a dire situation arose did he dare retrieve it before its time. He had been counting the days, waiting for the day where he became Prince. Whether through sheer force of will, persuading people, or by wealth. He would achieve his goal. Ugh... This single goaled existence made him shudder. What was after becoming Prince? What did he do then? Build some glorious castle on a far away planet, try and build an empire with the humans. Using their powers he could conquer the world. Or be quickly assassinated and then replaced, while everyone hailed the new king or queen. He shuddered. What a horrifying act that would be. To be forever forgotten, just another corpse in a field. All this darkness was clouding his thoughts. But what else could he think about in an existence as bleak as this one.

Odd froze, call it spidey sense or the fact that a splatter of green blood had landed on his face, he knew something was going on. He released his hold on the container and it felt to the ground immediately. He would need his mind free to attack if this thing he found turned out to be a foe. Of course in broad daylight, he'd be an easy target for a squadron of Evoknights. He wiped the blood off of his cheek, steeling his resolve and clenching his fists. "Hello, there?" he muttered, creeping forward with an wrinkled grin on his face. He turned the corner, and instantly saw the girl. For a moment he let out a sigh of relief, just a harmless little raven-haired girl. He could easily continue on his way without further hindrance, that was until he noticed the weapon. A scythe, to be precise. A crude weapon designed for mid-range combat. Not at all like the multi purposeful rapiers he was used to. This was more like a wall ornament, not a weapon for combat, but the girl didn't seem to care much about that. "Ah... I see you're quite busy. Another time then." he muttered sheepishly, taking a slow step backward.

Subject: Re: [open] Let's Play Reaper Tue Mar 15, 2011 6:43 pm

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Hm? Oh, how strange! In this area, it was rare to find something who was walking amongst the rubble of God knows what without a limp or falling all over the place. Heck, some couldn’t even walk anymore. The raven flicked her cold blue gaze in the direction of the footsteps, resting the handle part of the scythe on her right shoulder while the blade pointed downwards. Len sidestepped in order to keep herself from stepping on the decapitated head of the alien she had just so gracefully killed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Her voice came out as a dark hiss when the human--thank the man upstairs it was actually another human--came into view.

Many thoughts and urges ran through split-personality mind right then. She could easily kill him, even if he was of her own species. Well, you really could not call Side Two a ‘human’, seeing how she is just an alternate personality of Side One and was given a physical form thanks to a few life-of-death situations. She could torture him into doing whatever she wanted. Or, this was probably her original personality speaking, she could just chat with him. Yeah, like she was going to give into the more pathetic side of Len. Pfft. The raven-haired girl took a few steps towards the boy, whom she had never actually met before. Then again, a few months of living in space did end up being preoccupied on a large laboratory-like ship with some six-legged blue dog. Ah, good times, good times.

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