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(Sorry @Carrots)
(Sorry @Carrots)
HTO* Also, HTO stands for Hunters if the Owtlawed If y’all were wondering •w•//
It’s fine and that’s cool
Here’s my popcorn boy!
(Nice guys!)
Tanks! When are we going to start?
(Yeah, but let's keep our eyes peeled for new people that wanna join! Who wants to start?)
An I?
(You may join.)
(I can start if you want, what’s the setting?)
(A cafė near a pier and airport, with a warehouse next to it, oddly.)
(Okay)
The sun was shining through the windows, giving the cafe a light hearted feel. There wern’t many people in the cafe, only a few students and adults who had just arrived from their flights. Kaitlin sat by the window, working on a drawing of the cafe and the airport, quite happy with being by herself.
(I should probably mention that at this point in his narrative, Argue doesn't know he's the archangel of death in a demonic vessel. He thinks he's human in a demonic vessel with abnormal workings.)
Arvie enters the cafė. He analyzes the building. Modern furnishings with a cozy hipster aesthetic. A door to the left provided a convenient escape, and the windows were set in a way that gave him full perception of the surrounding area and event's. He walks in.
"Espresso." He said, sliding money over, and taking a seat.
Kaitlin looked over at the guy who just walked in, trying not to look too much and seem weird. There was something about him that set Katie on edge.
Arvie received his coffee at long last, sipping it in small bits. He spotted a girl with haunting eyes, and straight, platinum blonde hair staring at him.
Instincts welled up, as he searched the area for other threats. None. Good.
Kaitlin swallowed before looking back down at her page, picked up her pencil and started to draw again, adding in the new guy. She only glanced over occasionally to see if she was drawing him right.
Arvie finished his espresso as a tall man, clad in trwnchcoat, ski-gloves and mask, and suit, walked into the coffee shop.
"I'm not a criminal I swear." He said. "I just want some coffee." He said that, but Arvie could see that he was packing serious hear under his trwnchcoat, like a one man army. It took being on the run so far, so long, for him to be able to tell things like that.
After all, he was packing too. Nothing much, just a pair of knives, a flare gun, and a pair of nunchucks. But most of all, was his foldable three-section warscythe. These were a necessity, lest he bump into Them.
Name: Aleena Sader
Nicknames: Ally, Leena, Al, A, Sady the clown, peanut(her dad), doe(her mom)
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual
Age: 19
Species: shifter (fox and wolf)
Backstory: she was born a fox shifter but was bitten by a werewolf. She got infected and survived only because her fox healed her
Powers: healing magic (fox), shadow magic(wolf), shifting
Personality: develop
Appearance: green and blue eyes, black hair
Talents: develop
Flaws: develop
Hobbies: develop
Quote: no
Other?
(Ok!)
Kaitlin tried to not eavesdrop but did anyway. The guy looked like he might need any help, but that would mean…
She stood up and grabbed her things and went and sat next to him, “He’s with me, sorry if he looked threatening.” She said, giving the guy a soft smile.
(How to enter… hmmm…)
"It's cool, really." The man said, paying for a coffee, and sitting down. It was then that Arvie noticed Them, the black-eyed children'. One, a tall, spindly boy, with red hair and freckles, the other a girl, with straight black hair, and a scar across one of her eyes.
Behind each of their eyes, nothing that ever loved light and warmth looked through, as they radiated with a cold darkness. Three more appeared on the top of the warehouse adjacent. They had finally been released this far out into the country. The HTO had gone too far. One of them immediately disappeared, reappearing below, as the others headed off the roof.
'One can teleport, what can the others do.' He thought.
She turned her black eyes on them.
Aleena played with a black orb
Kaitlin felt awkward but didn’t say anything to the guy she was now sitting next too. They other man had gone but for some reason she felt like she was being watched. Glancing sidelong at the guy beside her, she drew her gaze to what he was looking at.
(is it too late to join the late night club?)
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