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(view spoiler)Though he didn't smirk or smile or anything like that, Axel was amused with Ash's notion. He thought it was absolutely hilarious that Ash thought he could possible take him out. Sure, Ash had a good height and weight advantage on him, but that had never stopped Axel before. He didn't care if he was about to get the crap beaten out of him for no good reason - at least he had one, even if it was awful. "Only an idiot thinks I give two shits about that." Axel stated, frown still on his face. In truth, he was getting pretty riled up from this short conversation. Though, it wasn't exactly like he'd been calm before. His night just wouldn't get any better would it? "Why don't you put the gun down and take me on the right way, Ash." He said the hunter's name as though it were an insult carved from the depths of hell.
((Yes. Yes you did. And he was my favorite bby. :'(
He lives on in like three other groups though. >:D))
He lives on in like three other groups though. >:D))
((And I freaking loved Eton. I swear, I nearly died when I read that part.))
Maniac the Brainiac *Thing 7* wrote: "((Tell me where.))"
((HELL NO.
He and Casey shall frolic into the sunset whilst spreading daisy petals, simultaneously chugging wine coolers and smoking in those AUs. No touchy.))
((HELL NO.
He and Casey shall frolic into the sunset whilst spreading daisy petals, simultaneously chugging wine coolers and smoking in those AUs. No touchy.))
((*Note
I plan to have Eton make a cameo appearance if we ever venture into Heaven. I feel like he'd like it there, similar to Ash in SPN.))
I plan to have Eton make a cameo appearance if we ever venture into Heaven. I feel like he'd like it there, similar to Ash in SPN.))
((Warning: I shall be stalking Eton in that other group we're both in. Just thought I'd let you know XD ))
ℐєηηαℓуη wrote: "((And I freaking loved Eton. I swear, I nearly died when I read that part.))"((I may have cackled maniacally. HAHAHAHAAHH!!!!))
Teadrinkingcat wrote: "Maniac the Brainiac *Thing 7* wrote: "((Tell me where.))"
((HELL NO.
He and Casey shall frolic into the sunset whilst spreading daisy petals, simultaneously chugging wine coolers and smoking in..."
((Why not?))
(view spoiler)Ash ignored his angel too. Actually, he didn't even notice. He was a little bit busy at that moment. He rose an eyebrow at the other hunter. "And take away my best chance of winning? Nah. I prefer to win then to play it fair." He made a point of this by suddenly letting the gun go off, coming mere centimeters from hitting Axel's foot. That was his warning - his first, and last one. He could either be a smart boy and back off, or be an idiot and... well...
((I loved Eton, by the way. Thanks for that, Manic.))
((Right-o. But first I'm going after that werewolf. I have a evil death in store for it. *dark laugh*))
((The tunnel is getting a bit laggy. Any chance we can move it on? Or at least plan out something to make it easier to type, because I'm having huge writers block in that topic. Seeing as I've completely effed Sebastian over.
Eton is probably now my favorite character I've made, beating out Sebastian by a small margin.
But I'm starting to confuse which version of him I'm using in certain groups.... >.<))
Eton is probably now my favorite character I've made, beating out Sebastian by a small margin.
But I'm starting to confuse which version of him I'm using in certain groups.... >.<))
((Yesh! I love cameos!I don't trust you, Maniac. I really don't...
Whoa, Helen. When I read your comment, I thought you were talking about Nate. I nearly pooped a house XD ))
Idiot, Axel was definitely an idiot. He always had and always would be. He rushed head on into situations he couldn't handle and was going to do that now; why would that suddenly change? However, unlike the arrogance that Ash spouted, Axel only gave off pure, red hot rage, "You want to try that again?" He spat, teeth gritted and eyes burning. Though he couldn't see out of them, he kept them pointed forward in the direction of Ash. In truth, the gun had made him jump a little. That was just the reverberations though. The sound of a gun going off was always startling when you couldn't see the source. Hand reaching up to grasp the hilt of his sword, he stared dangerously at the hunter, letting him know he wasn't playing around. This was dead serious. Axel wouldn't hesitate to kill him with a quick swipe.
((Tea has a point. Doh! Shame, though. I have been planning that type of killer move since I created her. Ah well.))
Red eyes, he noted. Like the hunter at the restaurant. Huh. That’s a coincidence. It was an odd thing to notice when your preparing to fight with someone who was clearly an absolute fool, but hey! Ash, lunged forward and struck out an elbow, striking Axel in the jaw with bone-breaking force. He dodged away so he’d escape the sword’s swing.
Well, it wasn't the first time in the past twenty four hours that Axel had been struck in the face by someone. Though, as much as he loved to get into fights with other people, he was starting to hate getting hit in the face. His entire jaw groaned in protest, still sore from the punch he'd taken to it from Killian. That guy had been a jerk and the force behind the blows hadn't felt good then, but Ash's packed much more of a punch. The guy was stronger than the supernatural had been with years of experience to back him up. Axel, on the other hand, was much more suited to avoiding hits. However, while this was true, Axel had been out of it lately. Every battle he'd fought recently had resulted in him either blacking out or gaining a black eye, neither of which he favored. And, truthfully, he just wanted to win for once. That was his main motivation for this stupid fight in the first place. If he couldn't prove it before, he wanted to prove it now. That was all he wanted. Just as expected, Axel lashed out with his sword. And, just as expected, he missed. Ash had already moved by the time he'd gotten around to actually unsheathing it and, though he prepared for another blow, his movements weren't as quick as he hoped they'd be. He didn't have the practice he'd had weeks before now. Recently, he was just out of it. Still though, he didn't want to give up. Every opportunity he got, he'd lash out. This wasn't going to go downhill for him; he wouldn't allow it.
The younger hunter’s attacks were sloppy, poor, and predictable. Even though he was not very quick, Ash dodged every blow with surprising ease. Judging by Axel’s build, he thought him to be swift. Guess I was wrong, he thought. Purposely not attacking and not using his gun, Ash continued to dodge. As much as this boy was a pain, he was a fellow hunter, and they were in the middle of a war. He needed all the hands he had, and injuring one of them wouldn’t exactly be a wise move.
Regardless of whether it was wise or not, Axel didn't stop trying to land blows until he tired himself out. Every little move he made was countered with a dodge and, though he wanted to keep going, he found that he couldn't. His movements weren't up to par with Ash's, making him look like a complete rookie even though he'd been doing this for the better part of his life. Or maybe it wasn't the better part. Slaying innocents and supernaturals alike couldn't be considered the best of times in anyone's opinion. As Ash dodged every blow he tried to land, Axel felt the frustration rising in him. Just stand still. He thought to himself, rage burning in his core. He absolutely hated it when people did this to him. It was one thing to parry his attacks, but it was another to completely avoid them. In Axel's opinion, that was just simple cowardice. However, Axel soon found that he couldn't even build up enough energy to lash out anymore. He stood with his breaths coming out in huffs, blade scraping against the concrete floor beneath his feet. Axel knew he should be in bed or at least doing something productive, but he didn't care at the moment. He was just angry.
Teadrinkingcat wrote: "((The tunnel is getting a bit laggy. Any chance we can move it on? Or at least plan out something to make it easier to type, because I'm having huge writers block in that topic. Seeing as I've comp..."
Ash stood as soon as Axel’s blows suddenly stopped. He saw the younger hunter breathing heavily, too tired to thrash out anymore attacks. Thank god for that, too, because the other hunter was starting to get tired himself. You’d be surprised how quickly your body tires after a fight with a werewolf and constantly dodging. His grip on the gun tightened. “You finished?” he asked, but then saw the rage still written clearly on the boy’s face. “Obviously not. So, what made you get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” I bet its the girlfriend. I just know it is. It has something to do with her. Now that you think of it, it was shocking how ridiculous hunters love-loves were.
((Dinner. Be right back!))
((Okay! :D ))Though he may have been too tired to lash out physically, verbally was still something he could handle. His voice came out strong and harsh despite the ragged breaths he was taking in. "Screw you." He didn't feel like he had to tell Ash anything. The last time they spoke, he'd gotten just about chewed out by the hunter and he didn't need a re-run of that. Had he heard Ash's thoughts though, he most definitely done more than he had. No one was even supposed to know Axel liked Vienna, let alone had a thing going on with her. In truth, Axel's anger really was over her though. It wasn't her fault in the slightest, but he just felt like he wasn't good enough. For her, for himself, for everyone. He just felt like he was failing at everything and it was drawing him to his breaking point. Sooner or later, he wouldn't be able to take all this pressure. Even now, when he still had a ways to go until he completely screwed himself over, he was still lashing out at random people for no reason. Frustration was just guiding along his pointless path.
“Wow, that was very poetic of you,” Ash said sarcastically. "Seriously. I'm so moved." He found himself putting the gun on lock and slid it into the holder latched onto his belt. He crossed his arms over his chest, an eyebrow arched. Was this guy’s problem? He was just plain sick of it. “Listen – there are people who have it worse then you. So I suggest you grow some and get over yourself.”
The other hunter's sarcasm angered Axel even further - if that was even possible, that is. He hated when people weren't completely straightforward with him. "You don't know what I've gone through." He stated, trying not to make it sound like it was anything serious. Telling this idiot wouldn't make his day any funner than it already had been. In fact, he'd much rather cut off his own foot than tell him. No one was supposed to know - not even Vienna, whom he'd already spilled to. That fact was even enough to bug him. Why couldn't he just keep everything bottled up like everyone else? Why was he the one to be so see through? Everyone else seemed to be able to hide what they felt. They weren't forced to have all their emotions come out in their faces like Axel was. He couldn't hide his anger and frustration behind a smile or amusing jokes. Instead, it was all plain as day. Luckily though, he was good for hiding his happy emotions from others. Harsh words and glances came easier to him than a grin or a laugh.
Ash rolled his eyes. "Oh please," he groaned. "Everyone has gone through stuff. Everyone. But they actually get the hell over it. So why can't you?" Leaving it at that, Ash turned to his own tent. He went in, closing the zip behind him, and fell onto his sleeping bag. He let out a tired sigh, feeling like shit.
Surprisingly, Ash's words left a mark on Axel. Why couldn't he get over it? It was true what the hunter had said: everyone had their problems and they'd all gotten over it. They learned to put up with the pain and the heartbreak and toughened up in the face danger. Axel, on the other hand, had done just the opposite. Instead of putting up with everything, he let it rule his life. He didn't toughen up or get over anything. He didn't let himself smile, didn't let himself let go of his hardship. He'd always shot nasty remarks and gave cold glares instead, not letting anyone see how hurt he was. He was just like everyone else - pained and hurting - but he dealt with it the wrong way. And now, standing there outside the tent, Axel was starting to get that. Maybe he'd been wrong about everyone being against him; maybe he'd been wrong about being the only one who had problems that didn't seem to go away; maybe was wrong about himself and everyone else. He realized now that it was always him. It was always his fault that things turned out the way they did. Axel made himself miserable and he was the one who always brought himself down below other people's levels. It was then that the reverb of his actions finally hit him. That first day at the school: it was his fault people found out about the hunters. The time in the hallways: he'd been the one to nearly get himself killed. The fight with Vienna and Ezra, the altercation with Star, the time he'd gotten into with Love, the brawl with Killian, and, now, the fight between him and Ash; they were all his fault. None of them would have happened if he'd just kept his big mouth shut and his problems to himself. This was such a startling revelation, that Axel felt himself start to go lightheaded. His mind was struggling to keep up with the thoughts that kept rushing in and out, threatening to tear apart his subconscious. He didn't know what was wrong with him at all. Just moments before, he'd thought he'd caught some kind of cold, but now he wondered if this was a serious problem dealing with his mental stability. What if he really wasn't okay? He wasn't; he was sure of it. "There's something wrong with me..." His voice came out as a whisper, loud enough for only him to hear. He continued the rest of his thoughts in his head, I need to go lay down. His feet carried him to the tent he'd come to acknowledge as his own. His fingers shakily tugged it open, slowly and then rough, surprising himself as the zipper nearly broke under his grasp. He didn't bother zipping it back up and instead just flopped down on the sleeping bag, feeling like his life was coming to an end. Maybe it was, he didn't know. All he knew was that he didn't understand himself. Axel was just as much a screw up to himself as he was to everyone else.
((Ahhh, I love character development :3 ))
Samael had grimaced when he heard Ash and Axel fighting, trying the best he could not to separate them. His wings had expanded, ready to teleport over to them, but he held back.
That night, Axel laid in bed for a long while just thinking about what he was doing. It was still unknown to him, but as he rolled over and closed his eyes, his head cleared slightly. It wasn't much of an improvement, but at least it was enough to let him fall asleep. However, that didn't mean he was safe from the nightmares that had haunted him ever since he could remember. They were awful as always, full of death and torture, rewriting the events of his life. In the morning, Axel awoke in a cold sweat, both his mind and heart racing. He sat up straight, running a hand through his dark colored hair before his breathing started to slow to its normal rate. For a while, he just sat there. He didn't have the desire to get up today and do anything. Instead, he just wanted to go back to bed. However, the thought of facing more nightmares convinced him otherwise. Sluggishly rising from where he'd slept, he slipped out of the tent, his hand running over his face to try and wake him. For some reason unknown to him, Axel was incredibly tired. It just seemed like one of those days when he wouldn't do anything productive. Wanting to clear his head, he headed downstairs. On the way down, he passed numerous other hunters preparing for the day, but made no move to acknowledge their presence. Instead, he just slugged along with his hands buried deep in his pockets. His mind wasn't on making enemies today; it was just on getting through the day with absolutely no human interaction. He just wanted to be alone. It was for this reason that Axel decided to head to the forest. It would be quiet there, secluded. He wouldn't have to worry about other people getting in the way or bugging him. He could just be by himself to think about the problems that plagued him.
((It was like three in the morning when I posted that and I barely even remember creating it. So pardon any mistakes. Ehh. >_< )))
Samael himself spent his evening outside, mostly feeling sorry for himself. Most Angels were rather stoic in their emotions, but Sam was young and couldn't help himself. He wasn't exactly happy with the position he was in. Then again, who was? He silently remembered that he held Eton and the dog's ashes in his ziplock bag, and pulled them out slowly, vanishing mere seconds later.
He appeared in a random field in Texas, but it wasn't exactly that random. He had easy access to Eton's most prized memories, and this place, for whatever reason, was cherished to him.
Dandelions sprouted all over the place. Sam himself only identified them as useless weeds, but he guessed Eton liked them. Samael wasn't educated on the act of ash spreading rituals, so instead he opened the bag and dumped out the remains onto the grass. It looked rude and rather mean, but Samael only had good intentions. The top layer of the pile blew away in the wind, and Sam nodded to himself in satisfaction before flapping back to his spot in HQ, looking as normal as ever.
He felt a bit more uplifted, but he still wanted to go back to Heaven. He wanted to stay at home. Earth itself was such an unclean place, however glorified his Father had made it out to be.
Samael himself spent his evening outside, mostly feeling sorry for himself. Most Angels were rather stoic in their emotions, but Sam was young and couldn't help himself. He wasn't exactly happy with the position he was in. Then again, who was? He silently remembered that he held Eton and the dog's ashes in his ziplock bag, and pulled them out slowly, vanishing mere seconds later.
He appeared in a random field in Texas, but it wasn't exactly that random. He had easy access to Eton's most prized memories, and this place, for whatever reason, was cherished to him.
Dandelions sprouted all over the place. Sam himself only identified them as useless weeds, but he guessed Eton liked them. Samael wasn't educated on the act of ash spreading rituals, so instead he opened the bag and dumped out the remains onto the grass. It looked rude and rather mean, but Samael only had good intentions. The top layer of the pile blew away in the wind, and Sam nodded to himself in satisfaction before flapping back to his spot in HQ, looking as normal as ever.
He felt a bit more uplifted, but he still wanted to go back to Heaven. He wanted to stay at home. Earth itself was such an unclean place, however glorified his Father had made it out to be.
After a healthy, and well-earned rest, Ash came out of the tent again. His hair stuck in odd angles, so he put a hand threw his hair before putting his hat on again. His eyes gazed around to see no Axel in sight. Thank God – that guy had some serious problems. If this was a normal situation, he would have kicked him out. But it wasn’t a normal situation, and the Hunters numbers were few, so no matter how annoying Axel was; Ash needed him.Seeing Sam, he casually walked towards him. “So, what’s the plan?” he said. “I mean, we’re out-numbered, in the enemy’s territory, and already some of us our dead even before the battle has begun.” He looked at Samael, his expression in a serious frown. “So far, it sounds like we’re losing.”
His face shuddered with irritation at Ash's words, but he contained himself. "I am not the representative of the Angels, Ash. I am a mere fledgling. I have no idea what kind of plan to initiate." He spoke slowly, words devoid of emotion.
"And we are not outnumbered. We only have a small number of Heaven's infantry down here. If all else fails, we can easily have thousands of God's warriors here in moments." He explained, trying to spark some courage into the hunter.
"And we are not outnumbered. We only have a small number of Heaven's infantry down here. If all else fails, we can easily have thousands of God's warriors here in moments." He explained, trying to spark some courage into the hunter.
To say that Orianna was tired would be an understatement. Though she'd only just woken up before going out to the Freedom Restaurant, she felt she could collapse from exhaustion. Her mind was so clouded with thoughts from the things that had gone on in the past day. She'd nearly seen someone get murdered right before her own eyes. Forming in whirlwind of feathers and wings, Orianna slumped into the HQ with her head somewhat low. She most definitely wasn't having the best days of her life. Everything seemed to be falling apart, but she was still trying hard to keep her head held high. She wouldn't let herself be defeated by the events that happened in recent times. She'd hold it together somehow.
With her old shoes clicking against the cool floor of the HQ, Orianna simply wandered around the bottom level of the old warehouse. Though she had been here for a while, Orianna truly didn't know many of the other hunters and angels here. The only people she truly knew were Ash and Sam and her recent events with the former didn't warrant another run in. She hadn't talked to Sam in a while either, but she didn't really have the desire to. It wasn't that she didn't feel like talking to him, rather she wouldn't have known what to say. 'Just say thanks.' A lump formed in her throat as she thought of what Henry had told her to say. It was then that Orianna wondered where he'd gotten off to. She sincerely hoped that nothing bad had happened. Orianna wouldn't be able to live with herself if that was the case.
Esmea slipped in to the HQ after taking a walk through the forest to collect her thoughts. Upon entering she saw a girl wondering around looking a bit down. She usually wasn't that social but with nothing else to do, what could it hurt? She walked towards the girl. "Hey, is everything alright? You seem a bit off," she said with a small smile.
Orianna had just been wandering around when she heard a voice address her. Her eyes flashed upwards as she caught on the blonde girl. Though she was surprised at how randomly someone approached her, Orianna returned her small smile. "Oh, yeah." She bobbed her head slightly in a small nod. "I'm just fine." Orianna herself wasn't too great at making conversation, but she was trying to get better at not being shy with strangers. Her smile growing, she held out her hand for a shake, "I'm Orianna."
She took Orianna's hand and shook it. "I'm Esmae," she replied, the girl seemed just about as social as herself. Not really knowing what else to say she just stood awkwardly wondering if she should just go try to get some sleep. Every time she had shut her eyes her thoughts had been riddled with nightmares that she couldn't wake up from, that was one of he reasons she had gone to the woods in the first place. She had hoped that the quietness would help clear her mind but as far as she could tell it didn't help at all.
Determined not to let the conversation just die like that, Orianna gave a bright smile and just continued on, "Nice to meet you, Esmae." She drew back her hand and held hers behind her back, still trying to smile wide. "So, um, I guess I should ask: you're a hunter, right?" Though she could tell the girl wasn't an angel, Orianna still wanted to ask as to not let the conversation fall out as well as not to be rude. She thought that just assuming wouldn't be the best thing to do so she just asked. Besides, Orianna liked to learn about others even if she wasn't very good with talking about herself.
The sound of a voice yanked her back to reality. Esame blinked hard a few times"What? Oh, yeah; are you?" she asked still trying to regain focus on the conversation. What was happening to her she was usually so on top of her game. She ran through what had just happened, she had taken a walk in the woods and when she had returned she saw a girl looking a bit down. She, then, had made an out of the blue decision to be social. The girl had introduced herself as Orianna and had asked if she was a hunter.
Orianna could just sense the confusion radiating from Esmae. She didn't understand it at all. What had caused her to suddenly become flustered? Orianna wondered if she may have accidentally said something that caused a change in the girl's attitude, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Shaking these thoughts from her head, Orianna just answered the question she'd been asked. "No, I'm not. I'm a n-" she cut herself off, standing still for a minute, "Angel." She said the word slowly and carefully, trying not to be suspicious. That, however, was painfully unavoidable. "I'm an angel."
Esmae nodded "That's cool I've never met an angel before," she said. "So what's it like, being an angel?" She tried racking her brain for information about angels. For the life of her the only thing she could remember was they weren't big fans of demons.
"It's actually really nice." Orianna commented, her head dipping slightly so her eyes stared at her feet. She thought of how convenient it was to have the powers she did now that she had received all her grace. Not a lot of walking, nice healing powers, wings, guaranteed heaven privileges. Really, it was pretty great. But then... Orianna wondered why it didn't feel right. There was something off about the whole thing. Her eyes flashing up to Esmae, Orianna gave a smile, "What's it like being a hunter?" Though maybe it wasn't apparent, she was purposefully trying to get the conversation off herself. She'd never cared for being the center of attention, but she thought it might be easier to soften the slight tension with talking of the other girl. It seemed like things may go better if pointed in that direction.
"Umm well it depends I guess," Esmae said. In truth she really didn't mind the other creatures it was mostly just demons, but she knew if she admitted this she would be thrown out and possibly forced to go back to an orphanage. "It always has you on your toes, I guess, and you get to save mankind," she continued. "But there is a hazard to the job, so you have to be willing to die for this. Overall, though, it's not such a bad life," she finished. Esmae almost asked the girl another question about herself but stopped since the past few attempts hadn't worked so well. Not knowing what else to say she slipped into silence.
Orianna nearly cringed as the conversation hit rock bottom. This was the problem she usually had: keeping the flow of things going. It seemed that it wasn't that difficult when there were other people like Ash or Henry that knew what to talk about with her, but she didn't know how to keep talking when it was her that things were riding on. "That sounds pretty cool, actually." Orianna told her, smiling. "I mean, my entire life was sheltered so it's cool to hear that someone else's wasn't." She cringed once again, realizing how weird that actually sounded. Awkward...
"Umm cool?" Esmae asked with a skeptical look on her face. She would take being over protected any day, at least she would have had more of a childhood. The more she thought about it though the more she realized that to someone who hadn't really grown up like she did would think that a hunter's job was a thrill.
Shaking her head a little, Orianna tried to come up with something to say. "I mean, not cool. Uh, I don't know. I'm really bad at this." She shut her eyes for a second. Not only had she just admitted to being awful at making conversation, but she'd also just gotten worse by saying that. Right now, she could most definitely face palm herself. She was acting such an idiot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend."
"Oh no you didn't offend me it's just because of how I grew up I just think cool is not really the way to describe it," she said quickly. "It's okay I'm not to social so that's probably not helping things. I never really devolved people skills," Esmae explained. Honestly the girl should congratulate herself on being able to keep the conversation going, this was the most she had ever talked to someone, that wasn't training her that is.
Sam was still anxious though. After helping out Sebastian and his ratty gang of mutants, he had flown to the nearest lake and jumped right in to wash their smell off of himself. It had been a pretty rancid lake, too. More of a stagnant, festering pond than a lake.
Pond scum clung to his jeans and jacket, a fine scent of duck feces wafting off of him. In one hand he held a Zip-Lock plastic baggie, filled with, presumably, Eton and Casey's ashes. He had planned to spread them sometime today, but had gotten sidetracked.
He walked away from Ash and Axel, making a point to ignore his human.