The Colors of Blood (Original RP)

[Mono Morsa]

OOC: Hey, KT, where am I on the first post, or did you forget MoTO? If i need to change colors or somethin tell me.

[Battlecry]

( ooc: Great storyline, Darien. :3 Very original. I'll have to edit my template later, for my computer is acting as if it lived in a retirement home and sipped mushed bananas through a straw. :< )

"It pulsates through our body corrosive to only...?"

Name: The name she was born with is unclear to her, but for now, she goes as "Lilium Seraphyll", the ancient prayer passed down in her clan, and the words that have been engraved into her weapons.

Age: Fourteen. Hah. >.>;

Gender: Female.

Appearance: Lilium's skin is lightly pale, and the look of her childish face gives the impression of complete innocence. Her eyes are a bit large, shining with an icy blue gleam. Lilium's natural haircolor is a deep crimson red, which she keeps at a length just a tad further than her shoulders. Her skinny complection doesn't allow her much physical power or stamina, but her legs surprisingly give her an abnormal agility to a child her age. She always carries two ancient daggers, which seem like some clue to her mysterious past. The script on it is unreadable to her own eyes, for the language upon it is undoubtably foreign, but she can clearly decipher two words, "Lilium Seraphyll," the sacred prayer of her clan, which is one of few things she can remember.

Personality: Independent, Timid and Solitary. She's pretty silent most of the time, but her mind is always racing. She doesn't trust anyone easily, and is usually afraid of most people. She doesn't like when others ask about her past or herself, and when they do, she lies to them. Half of the reason is because she suffered from amnesia a few years ago, so she doesn't remember much about herself. All she knows is the prayer bestowed upon her, and her goal to unravel the mysteries of her newfound abnormalities.

Bloodline: Blue.

Blood Type: O Blood. (that is my bloodtype, anyway. >>)

Blood Trait: The blue bloodline is more of the mental stigma of the others, gracing those with psionic impulses. Things such as telekinesis, telepathy, and most manipulation that comes with having these blood. It comes down to an influence of the enhancement of the mind being influenced by the blue blood accelerating the pace of absorbing information. The most intelligent are undoubtebly the blue bloodlines carrying with them an essential life style as they can accept any blood.

Blood Mutation: Navy.

Recent History: Lilium has been on a long search to discover who she was, what her bloodline is capable of, and how she ended up the way she is now. A few weeks ago, she was challenged by a swordsmen who claimed he wanted revenge against her. She did not remember him or anything about him, but maybe he was step further in obtaining information about her lost memory. During the battle, she lost part of her right arm, but she ended up victorious. The man told her that she had killed his master, because she was ordered to assasinate him.
'An Assasin..?'
The man died moments after that, and Lilium quickly put a torniquet around her arm. By the time she found someone who could help her, it had become infected, and she had to get her entire arm amputated, and replaced by a cybernetic limb; attached to her nerves. She paid the man who had helped her, from the money she received from bounties. Lilium doesn't like battling all that much, but it seems that she has a reputation for being a feared warrior, seeing as though whenever she enters a new area, people either cower in fear, or attempt to take her life. Slowly, she is beginning to unravel the mystery of her forgotten past, but now she's not so sure she wants to find out anymore.. (recognise it? that's what happens when you're lazy. xD)

"Those that drown in a pool of different colored blood."

[Kissui Tensai]

OoC: I recommend people post in their color so it's easier to sort post.

MoTO: My bad, i forgot to do that earlier, it's been edited.

~KenT~

BlendingTheColors

The dawn had arrived.

Stirring around his bed, the beaming light of the white sun as shined through the window of the small house he and his brother shared. The blood began to flow faster as the radiation was influenced by the white sun's rays and his eyes opened. Leaning his head forward, he removed the sheets from over his body and sprung up from the living dead metaphorically and moved to the window. Opening it, he looked over to his right and noted a completely red house signifying the red bloodline's were next door, at least in their neighborhood. He sat in the window and marveled at the rising sun from the east already dressed.

"It's morning already? I wonder if brother is even up." Shirobu passed his gaze down below his feet staring at an orange bloodline.

Moving away from the window, his attention fell on the door of his room. The floor was hard and wooden with little to really look upon, as he exited his room and moved down the hallway to the open door, he closed it and stared out at the street. All the different colored buildings...some of which were crumbled from the turmoil of which was superior to the other. Is there anyone here among us that has the decent means to cooperate? Shirobu sighed. He held out his hand, with little intention of doing anything, removing a sharp object from his pocket he pricked his thumb and a small droplet of his sliver blood hand been drawn. Pressing each of his fingers against his pricked thumb, a part of his blood was on each finger.

"Hmmm, I wonder..." He trailed off in speech.

Sitting on his porch, the square in front of him was green, he pressed onto it with his blood stained hand and the block of green concrete turned completely silver matching his blood. He just figured out why everyone's houses were a different color though didn't really pay much attention. The goal was to find the rainbow colored blood carrier, but before that he and his brother needed to befriend foreign blood carriers or different colored blood. The task is never easy.

[Shattered Redemption]

Erebos turned to the left as his brother walked outside and seemed to be looking around. It was odd that he would do this, their neighborhood was really nothing out of the ordinary, yet his twin Shirobu seemed to be fascinated nonetheless. Erebos aid nothing however, he just smiled as his brother pricked his thumb, and in turn put blood on all of his fingers. A minute or so went by as he observed the ground, and then spoke aloud, which wasn't something Shirobu did much, unlike Erebos. "Hmmm, I wonder..." He reached down..............

A laugh came from from Erebos as the green block that had been touched turned silver and it seemed a bit obvious that was how sects distinguished themselves from one another but then again Shirobu could be a bit slow at times. "It's a nice day I suppose, but there really isn't much to do around here." Erebos didn't bother to cut himself like others did to expose his blood. There were multiple ports on his body that he could use to expel blood if need be. There was a piece of shattered glass on the ground, which Erebos picked up and looked at for a few seconds.

"I love doing this stuff bro, see??" The port in the middle of his hand leaked a drop of blood onto the glass, and Erebos floated it in front of Shirobu, pointing a finger at it. An almost invisible stream of light hit the glass, and in seconds a spectrum of light was shining out in front of his brother. His body exerted a dull white aura as he used some of his power, but it was so tiny, that he doubted anyone would have noticed. He was one of a kind after all.

"So brother, what are your plans for today??" As Erebos walked past Shirobu, his wings caught the light of skill spinning glass, more of a prism now, and added even more shine to it.

[stripes]

"It pulsates through our body corrosive to only...?"

Name:Sara Reed

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Sara's personality varies from how she wakes up to start the day. It's weird, but she can be cranky one time, but be a sweet little angel the next. She is mostly out spoken, but can be quiet sometimes when she feels like she is being challenged, but if you don't follow what you say, or you annoy her, people say she starts to act like a demon more then an angel. But on the inside, she holds dark secrets that eat her up at night. It makes her mood during the day, depressing and she doesn't feel like talking. Her demons on the inside tears her up.

Bloodline: Green

Blood Type: B

Blood Trait: The usesr of the green bloodline are what we would call unorthadoxed if anything. From their blood spawns something not all too enchanted. This blood is capable of controlling sound waves that are connected from tiny displaced waves of sound, to loud booming burst of sound. From the palm release green bubbles, when popped its like an explosion combining with air currents to move sound through the swamped space of invisible particles. The sound when hitting the ear drums of opponents, confuses the sight and rattles the inner ear with a high pitch frequency that the ear can barely hear. In addition to this, the green bloodlines have the highest level of hearing with increased sound.

Blood Mutation: Olive

Bio: Sara was born not knowing anybody, her mother was a woman of many sorts, and her family, well her mother's family, disowned her while she was in her mother's stomach. So all Sara knew was her mother and their four walled apartment all her life. It was horrible growing up with her mother at times, but Sara could remember some good. Her mother was a junkie, sadly, and she was barley home. So when Sara finally learned to walk, that's when she learned to clean, cook, and watch herself. But sometimes, when her mother wasn't so obssed with the monster, she was nice. Sara knew her mother loved her, but she knew that she loved the monster more. It was horrible knowing that she came second to some stuff that could only make her feel good for a matter of seconds, but it was her mother, and she could love her unconditaly.

But the day came, when Sara's one bit of love died. Her mother was missing for a couple of days, when the police had ask where she had been, Sara had lied, because she knew, but she didn't want her mother to be arrested, and she didn't want to be put in a home. So with that, the police never went looking for her, instead Sara went on her own. She never knew the streets where she lived were so filled with Junkies, but as she looked and searched for her mother, she found more and more. Finally when she got to the place, where everyone said they got they stuff, she found her mother on the steps. She had been dead for a couple of hours, an overdose. Sara was only 13, but she knew every word that had came out of the EMT's mouth. She had killed her own self, just to get that ultimate high, that was basically what they were saying, that was all she wanted.

Sara's grandparents, Her mother's parents had tooken her in, but were not open at all. Sara felt like a unwanted visitor for the time she stayed there. 3 years of her life, felt like hell. Her grandmother was a pruny old woman, who always cried about her daughters, Elizbeth and Tasella (Sara's mother), while her grandfather, was a alcholic and was barley home most of the time. The only place Sara felt alive was at school. That's where she met Todge. She was only 14, well just turning when him and her started going out, and he seemed like the only person to get her, she was so in love with him. She gave him everything and in the end she ended up with a baby.

Her grandparents immidatily kicked her out, and Todge...Well he just didn't want to deal with it. See he was 18 and had a future to think about, not a baby. So with that Elizbeth left and moved on. Then that's when disaster struck. She remembered walking back to the city she grew up in, going to the apartment she lived in with her mother. She could remember laying ont he ground, people screaming, her head throbbing, her veins in her head and arms feeling as though they were going to burst. She can remember holding her stomach. Feeling like everything was going numb.

When she woke up, she was laying on the ground, everything had seemed to change. And it did, when she had went to the hospitial she had lost her baby, and everyone else she knew.

Now four years later, a couple months til she turns 18, Sara tries to take control of the gift she has, but she is still falling behind. She tries not to remeber the life she use to have, or the baby she losts, only the life she has to create now for herself.

Theme Song: Don't Let it Go to Your Head- Fefe Dobson

[Number XIV]

"Please hold on to the handrail. This train is stopping."

Darc stood calmly as the train ground to a halt, and stepped off. Why come here? He didn't know, but something within him said that he should, and so he did. It didn't matter, as he had nothing planned. He needed time to prepare for the next hit. The Prime Minister seemed like an obvious choice, but Darc still held hope that the man would find the error of his ways, and repent. The Secretary of War he had just recently killed, so he hadn't had time to look into the replacement. Up until now, he had lent them no clues as to his bloodtype, and his last victim he had killed with electricity, so there was no danger of them tracking him through his blood type. He knew what tricks they might use, and he avoided them.

It was almost sad, really. It wasn't that he was such an amazing fighter, or such a brilliant tactician, it was just that his mind worked so differently than theirs. The mind of a god cannot be comprehended by an ant, he had to remind himself. This city was so quiet... it was refreshing. No one important here, so perhaps he could lend himself a momentary reprieve from his work, perhaps fake his own death again to get a bigger lead on those tracking him. He sighed. "The clouds are pretty today...."

((OOC: Note- He's in the same city as the two brothers, and in case you haven't read my app, he's super crazy.))

[Mono Morsa]

Rei walked silently down the street, her skirt flaling back in the wind. She was being watched, she could tell that by the feeling most people had when being watched. She used her peripheal vision and caught sight of twon boys, roughly her age, "checking her out". She turned to them, grinned, and then let her cross chain to cut a small scrape in her finger. She let the blood drop to the ground. and then forced it across the street and into the cut of one of the two boys. His laughter suddenly stopped and his face grew grey, and his proud stride became a shuffling walk. The other boy shoved him, but the first of the two did nothing. The other boy grew angry and yelled, then walked off in a huff. Rei giggled, a cold, heartless sound, and then turned into an alley.

Rei walked towards a door, and with a knock it opened. A tall, red haired man stood before her and grinned. With a flourish he brought forth a bag. Rei looked in quickly, and to her....delight, she saw four warm buttered rolls, a steaming box of what was most likely spaghetti, and a bottle of cold water. She nodded to the man, and reached for the wallet attached to the back of her belt, but the man shook his head. Rei grimaced, people were far to nice in her opinion, or so they faked to be. Rei took the bag thankfully, and then brought a roll to her mouth, tearing into it vigouresly.

[stripes]

Sara stood at the sidewalk, waving for a taxi to stop, but none did. She sighed and leaned against the light post. When was someone going to stop. She sighed and gave up, she decided to walk to her house. She held onto her books tightly, as she walked past the streets, where people laid passed out, or just in a plain daze. When she finally made it home, she realized she had pulled a all nighter at the college again. It didn't feel like it, no body was really there, everything had seemed so empty, many people died, many people disappear, but she on the other mind had things in mind.

When she made it to her apartment, it was already dawn. She sat her books down on the breakfast table and sat on the couch. She sighed and looked for the remote, drinking the coffee that was cold, and was probaly there sense the last morning, she curled up and started to watch the news. More dissapearence, more deaths. She sighed and looked at her arm, her skin was farley brown, but she could still see the olive blood pumping. She sighed and turned her arm, so that way she couldn't see her blood. She sighed and leaned her head back rubbing her forehead. It was always in constant pain, she sighed and turned off the television, and took some advil. It was maybe because she was loosing to much sleep, but finding out about what happened to her, was more important than any sleep.

[D2L]

"It pulsates through our body corrosive to only...?"


Name: Zachary Davis

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance: Zach is half African-American, half native American, and his hair, once black as midnight, is now completely blonde; running down to his mid-neck and curving in, with long bangs. His eyes are black, with yellow pupils. He wears a baggy hunter green hoody with a yellow flame design all over it. Hunter green baggy parachute pants are in his chosen attire as well with the same design as his hoody, along with black and yellow sneakers. Zach weighs two hundred pounds, mostly muscle, and stand five foot eleven and a half.

Personality: Zach is a cocky teenager, never doubting himself for a second. He is very brave and bold, willing try anything once; twice if he likes it. He’s into extreme sports, being excellent at skateboarding, inline skating, biking, snowboarding, and just about every other extreme sport; entering various competitions and usually winning. He loves to have fun and laugh, and is usually making a joke about something or another.

Bloodline: Yellow

Blood Type: A

Blood Trait: Zach’s parents, both of them being teenage when he was born, had blood traits of their own; his father being yellow and his mother being green. While his official blood type is A, he has the blood traits of both yellow and green.

The yellow bloodlines have a bit of a more interesting bloodlimit among the other pimary colors. Their blood carries inside of it an electrical charge like a stream, which enables them to live. This stream of electricity is insurance so the brain receives all signals down the spine. When the blood is exposed to oxygen, the carrier is able to zap enemies with volts of electricity. Timely exposure to the blast of electricity can kill numerous brain cells, shutting down the brain and killing the opponent. From an internal point, the yellow blood gives the user the ability to convert it's body into electricity and travel through cords, wires, outlets, basically anything giving out a charge or powered by electricity.

The users of the green bloodline are what we would call unorthodox if anything. From their blood spawns something not all too enchanted. This blood is capable of controlling sound waves that are connected from tiny displaced waves of sound, to loud booming burst of sound. From the palm release green bubbles, when popped its like an explosion combining with air currents to move sound through the swamped space of invisible particles. The sound when hitting the eardrums of opponents, confuses the sight, and rattles the inner ear with a high pitch frequency that the ear can barely hear. In addition to this, the green bloodlines have the highest level of hearing with increased sound.

Blood Mutation: Yellow

Biography:

Their love was one forbidden, separated by different colored blood.

Danielle Young and Moriah Davis were thirteen years old at the time, though the term young love definitely applied to these two. They met at school, and ever since they first met eyes they were completely inseparable. They stayed this way throughout middle school, but as they went to enter high school the fighting began to breakout. Ever since the black sun exploded, different blood types had been imbued with different powers; and of course they began to fight.

Strong prejudice building up, everyone deemed it nothing short of a sin for them to be together. Not caring about blood type, they ran off on their own. One thing led to another, and Danielle turned up pregnant. Their community was outraged, though she said she would have the child anyway. Nine months later she gave birth to their son, Zachary Davis.

Being brought up by young parents, Zach’s life was anything but perfect. He was a fairly easy child however, not caring too much for trivial things. He was into extreme sports, this ambition giving him a chance to meet many different kinds of people. He parents brought him to not care about people’s blood color, though his friends thought different. Once two of his friends, a yellow blood and a green blood, got into an argument. Outstretching both his hands to stop them, he shocked one and blew the eardrums of the other. Discovering he had not one, but two bloodlimits, he was happy with this; his friends were not however. He was shunned, and viewed as a freak; an outcast.

So, at the age of fifteen, he ran away from home. Rumors told of a rainbow blood type with the power too end all this senseless conflict. Thinking that the only way to gain true acceptance, he went on a quest to find this man.


"Those that drown in a pool of different colored blood."

[Kissui Tensai]

Picking his hand from off of the stone he was acknowledged by his older sibling for his curiosity. The sorts left Shirobu with little to do, the streets were slowly becoming lively as the evil eyes from differentiating blood carrier as they left their homes. Looming up the far end of the street the air was growing thicker, more dense. You could literally taste the air, the taste salty yet not corrosive to this carrier of blood.

'Violet blood? It taste like grape haha.'

Unable to resist the unnecessary commentary, Shirobu made a small pivot turn to the direction the wind blew the blood from. The streets in the neighborhood were beginning to crack apart, as the force of gravity was being influenced much more heavily than anticipated. A group of five violet blood carriers were traveling down the street in a rage pushing vigorously down on the earth. Debris from buildings of the neighbor's houses were starting to crack with younger children immobilized on the steps. The stopped making note of Shirobu and his brother.

"So this town's only full of red and yellow bloodlines? Pathetic, violet is a more dominate color. Sad they were born with such weak traits...crush the area. Doused in our blood's superiority." One spoke.

"Brother...why do we have idiots like that...don't answer that. I'll show you."

Shirobu was of course...different. He really had nothing of his own, it came with his birth as he was often labeled as, 'the copycat' by accepting foreign blood. His exposed finger dripped once more. Hitting the pavement, the dripped echoed expanding in radius as it soon turned black. Rising up up in his hand, a miniature black flame symbolic of that same sun that exploded. He held it in his left palm, shuffling a swift arm throw back wind, and kicking forward releasing it from his hand and it flew forward. The flame dissipated nearing the gravity as Shirobu hadn't completly grasped the concept of the black sun's half property. The violet blood carriers began to laugh uncontrollably.

'This sucks, I have no clue how to use either or...really it's just annoying.'

He began to emit silver aura.

[Miss Murder]

Zane sat against one wall of his red house. The walls on the inside were merely painted skin-colored, and weren't particularly interesting. The very room Zane was in, much alike many of the rooms in his depressing house were devoid of furniture and basically all decorations. Light began to stream in through a dusty window directly acrossed the room from where Zane was sitting, illuminating the particles of dust in the empty room.

Empty, all except for a single piece of furniture; a wooden and bleak table on which sat a vase of many-colored flowers; constant reminders to Zane of what could have been and what once was, and what was for many people across the area at that very moment.

The pain was so great, Zane felt as if he were going to die. It was constant, burning, and horrible to feel. He was responsible for his own brother's death, all because of his damned mutated blood and his temper. If only his blood had mutated more than it did, and then his brother may still be alive. But at what cost? What else could Zane have done to torture his brother in that single moment?

He would never know.

The rising sun's light slowly crept acrossed Zane's features as he raised the upper half of his face out of his folded arms, illuminating and lighting up his dark red eyes and dark bangs whose strings of hair hung in his eyes almost constantly. To most woman, he would be a real catch in looks, but to Zane, that didn't matter anymore. Nothing really did.

What would it have been to have a real family who really cared about you? He had seen small children playing with their siblings and family every sunny and happy day, carefree and joyful as could be. To know that he would never have that; never had and never would, was a depressing but realistic thought to Zane. What if fate hadn't been so cruel to him? Would anything have changed if his blood hadn't been mutated?

Even though there was no breeze inside the building, Zane's dark hair waved as if being blown by the wind, and his deathly eyes narrowed.

He would never know.

[Shattered Redemption]

Erebos gave his brother a disturbed look after he mentioned how the blood tasted like grape because of it's obvious violet properties. It was a change in behavior though, so for that Erebos was somewhat happy. Most of the time he didn't hear Shirobu speak, and when he did it was usually a question. It had taken years, but maybe his personality was finally starting to rub off on his twin, even if it was just a little. It looked like soon though something was going to happen, as a group of the violet blood carriers were coming down the street, and reeking havoc along the way.
"So this town's only full of red and yellow bloodlines? Pathetic, violet is a more dominate color. Sad they were born with such weak traits...crush the area. Doused in our blood's superiority." One spoke. This seemed to spark Shirobu and he tried to show his power in a rather unexpected way, but upon making a black flame, it vanished, because he could not control the power well, and all of the violet users began to laugh at him, though Erebos did not find this funny in the least. Erebos however did not have any problem controlling his powers at all, he used them on a daily basis and committed his life to training, and so.................

He rose from the ground, his wings sparkling in the light, and his eyes going from their normal color to a piercing white color that glowed. With out so much a speaking a word, wisps of photons and energy flowed around him, and his white aura erupted outwards, the air vibrating from the increase in power. Upon activating his aura, the port on his neck had already spurted out his blood into the air, and so he was not playing around. Both of his hands began to move up, and he hovered ever so peacefully in the air, masses of photons in his hands.

"I advise you all to leave at once, otherwise I may get annoyed, and that is something you don't want to see."

[Number XIV]

Boring, boring... this whole town was perfectly dull. Refreshing. Darc smiled. He was tired of the tension of his work... he loved it, but it grated on the nerves, and he needed a break. Whether out of fear, prejudice, or kindness, Darc knew not, but the people of this city left each other alone. That was all he needed. He walked down the street, and people avoided his gaze. Odd. He generally tried to appear harmless, but perhaps they could sense the unnatural quality of his blood. A foreigner with strange blood. Yes, that was probably it. He shook his head in amusement. "Do thee what is right, and no harm shall come to thee." He decided to try to find a hotel, preferrable one in a quiet neighborhood.

"So this town's only full of red and yellow bloodlines? Pathetic, violet is a more dominate color. Sad they were born with such weak traits...crush the area. Doused in our blood's superiority." Darc could feel the power of the violet blooded ones as they made their move. They weren't weak, by any means, but they weren't all that strong, either, and they hadn't tamed their power. Arrogant fools who can't respect a good, god-fearing town. Fools who would threaten the town. In short, people this world would be better without. He drew his VP-70s, and stood in the shadows of the alleys, waiting to make his move. He heard more talking, coming from the porch of the building he was standing next to. Apparently, the residents there had decided to resist. A blast of black flame flew for the five fools... and dissapaited.

The violets laughed, and made no move. A strange blood aura... but he had no time to sense it, because suddenly it was drowned out in a second, more powerful aura, this one also mysterious... and Darc that this time the violets would not stay silent and watch. He slashed across his forearm, and the air around him began to boil with his blood's burning toxin.

"I advise you all to leave at once, otherwise I may get annoyed, and that is something you don't want to see." The speaker was obviously quite powerful, but unfortunately, he was too weak of spirit to do what needed to be done. Darc sent his air at the violets, surrounding them. The fools gasped in amazement at the strange one's display, and breathed in a burning lungful of mercury-rich air. They bent double, coughing and gasping, and two of them dropped to the ground, clutching their throats. A third collapsed under the extreme heat.

"The hell-?" one of them managed to wheeze before falling into another fit of coughs. Darc stepped out of the shadows, and fired a three-round burst into each, one by one.

"An impressive display, strange-blooded one, but you have yet to learn the basics... give no quarter."

[Shattered Redemption]

Erebos yawned as another man showed up and made short work of the violets. He immediately lowered himself to the ground, and made a subtle shift in power, then stop using his completely. The man that had taken out the others looked completely insane, and by the erratic that he showed, it was probably not a false assumption. A minute or so passed, before the man looked at him and then spoke. "An impressive display, strange-blooded one, but you have yet to learn the basics... give no quarter." It was another one of those fools that thought they were simply better, with no basis for morals whatsoever.

"You must be one of 'those' types. Literally the most annoying kind. The basics you say?? Don't make yourself look like a fool. I could kill you here and now without even exerting large amounts of power. You don't know who I am, or what I can do, so to even speak to me in such a manner and tell me that I have yet to learn the basics. Unlike a worm such as yourself, I don't attack for no reason, but first give my enemies a chance to avoid a painful fate. If they want to fight me after a given warning, than so be it. One as pathetic as yourself who attacks from the shadows has no ground to comment on anybody."

With this Erebos walked over to his brother and turned around, rather annoyed at who foolish and idiotic others could present themselves. It was never a great idea to provoke those you did not know, or talk down on theirs when you had no clue what they were. Before the man, and then to th left and right of him, replica's of himself appeared, while Erebos simply laughed.

Each one was completely identical to the man who had appeared in sense of appearance and most other matters, and the things that were not the same could never be distinguished by anyone with his blood. They all spoke at once, mocking the man. "An impressive display, weak-blooded one, but you have yet to learn the basics... give no quarter." Erebos wasn't even facing the man as this occurred and for what it was worth, had given no signs that he had even caused the phenomena at hand............"Such a fool brother. I hope he did not actually mean that towards you."

[Number XIV]

"You must be one of 'those' types. Literally the most annoying kind. The basics you say? Don't make yourself look like a fool. I could kill you here and now without even exerting large amounts of power. You don't know who I am, or what I can do, so to even speak to me in such a manner and tell me that I have yet to learn the basics. Unlike a worm such as yourself, I don't attack for no reason, but first give my enemies a chance to avoid a painful fate. If they want to fight me after a given warning, than so be it. One as pathetic as yourself who attacks from the shadows has no ground to comment on anybody." Darc raised an eyebrow as the kid walked away. Dopplegangers appeared to the left and right of him, but he didn't move.

"What a very angry young man," he commented with a sigh. He ignored the droning of the clones, and walked off down the street. What a state this world was in... and as much as he hated to sound like an old man, the youth of today were in. What did that boy think this was, Dragon Ball Z? The boy had taken his comment as an insult, and reacted so violently to it... too bad. Darc, for one, had been glad to see one so powerful who was untainted by the conflict of this world... but of course, it was not to be. Speaking that way to his own god... but there were bigger problems than arrogant children in this world.

He found a hotel- the rooms were small, but decent, and there were just the right number of vacancies to assure that his stay would be comfortable. He settled into his room, and somehow his thoughts wandered back to the boy from earlier. He had been with another- the one who had used those black flames. An interesting pair of strange-blooded young ones... but Darc had never put too much faith in the power of blood, as it did not necessarily mean strength of mind, and clearly, as in this case, not strength of character, either. He relaxed in an armchair, trying to think of his next move. He switched on the news- someone had killed another world leader. A Minister of Science- one Darc himself had considered eliminating. The man was not truly evil, but his incompetence was having disasterous results- too close to call, and a coin flip said not to kill him just yet, so he let him be. Interesting. Someone else had taken on the job. The job of a god... he wondered who this rival was.