forum This is a Roleplay. God, my titles are so uncreative.

Started September 27, 2018 by Zero Devil

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Hello. Rules are:

1. Just say joining. Describe character or put picture when you join.
2. Swearing is allowed. This is mature, so be careful.
   Name: Chaos Rusleter.
   Creature: Demon/Angel mix.

Joining?
Avery: A Sirenic Reaper.

Chaos sighed, and fished in his satchel. A knife cut his finger, and he swore.
"Damn it!"
He found what he was looking for. The letter. Zero had told him not to open it, but what could go wrong.

I hope you’re dying. Ha, just kidding. I love you. Love you in a gay way. Hah, that rimed. But seriously. I love you, Chaos.
Sincerely Zero

Chaos put the letter away. He sat back on the bench.
"Wow. Someone loves me. Whaddya know."

Avery walked through the forest on his way to collect some souls. "Midnight mooring, echos you to sleep. Midnight mooring, everyone will weep. Midnight mooring, begging you to leap." He softly sings a song Asher made up for him. "Stars above Asher! now you have it stuck in my head." He curses, forgetting to conceal himself for a moment.

Chaos looked up. He had heard a voice.
"Hello? Mystery Person?"
He rubbed the stumps that were what his beautiful wings once were, and sighed.
"Just my mind playing tricks on me."

Avery, hearing the other person, had jumped into a tree. Sadly, his reaper wings caught on some branches and he fell. "FRICK!" he yells as he falls, landing right in front of Chaos. "Well halo there wait, wrong time period."

Chaos' wing stumps slid back, conveying fear.
"W-whaddya mean, wrong time period?"
He thought something was familiar about this man.
Dart.
Dart was a siren/demon mix.
He was why Chaos had no wings.

"Whale crap." he muttered. "Now my reaper wings are cut." He murmmered inspecting his wings, he then looked up to the man. "In about 500 years a canadian Youtuber will say 'Halo there' nonstop."

(Whoopsy. Chaos looks like Ink Bendy with wing stumps.)
"Um, sorry, what?"
Chaos growled to himself. That was a great first impression, just phenomenal.

"Don't worry 'bout it." He says, brushing the dirt off himself.
"Im Avery, somewhat okay to meet you."

"Thanks. I should- Ow!"
Chaos was too startled to swear at the sudden pain in his nubs, as he called them.
He felt one, and horror coursed through his veins.
His hand was wet with blood.

"Your not going to die, but you okay?" He asks, walking over to him.

"I….I…"
Panic was setting in. The venom that made your emotions ridiculously unstable in Dart's claws wasn't helping.
"Yes!"
It was way too enthusiastic.

A little ways off, the soft buzz of bee wings was heard. Then a scream pierced the air. And a simple, oddly high-pitched voice said: "Chaos Rusleter. I need him."

Avery gets his scythe out and swings it in front of himself, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Who's there?"

"Oh no. No, no, no."
Chaos took a deep breath.
Dart always wanted to collect his kill.
Chaos was his kill…

"Bitch, calm the fuck down. Im a reaper i can handle this shit." He says and his scythe starts to glow or something… im unoriginal.

(Ooh what if little squiggles and shit start glowing?)
(Dart's speaking is in italics)
"Chaosy, where are you? Don't be a scaredy, come out and pla-ay!"
Chaos knew that singsongy voice from experience.
"Get a hold of yourself. You're a bounty hunter." He scolded himself.
But Dart was the first bounty to fight back.

"Okay, who the fuck are you?" The reaper says, somehow now holding a starbucks cup of tea. Gonna need my tea for whatever this shit is.

"Me? Or-"
"He means me, Chaosy! I'm a siren demon hybrid, the wings are just the result of a broken genetic lottery."
Dart fluttered his wings, and grinned his chesire-cat grin.

"To correctly answer, I'm Dart."

"Hm interesting." Sips tea. "Im a Sirenian Reaper, i outrank you." He says, putting his scythe away so he can sip his tea better.

Dart's eyes flicker with a mischievous light.
"Ok, sure."
He looked at Chaos.
"Wait….Oh my gosh!"

A smaller, skinner Dart tackled a younger Chaos.
"I missed you!"
"You too!"
And, suddenly, Chaos was pulled into a kiss.

"Yeah, im gunna gooooo. I got some people i need to kill."