I want an angel/demon soap.
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Thread Topic: I want an angel/demon soap.
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So we ready?)
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Okay, I have to help my grandma with some stuff, I'll post when I can tonight. T.T
Also, can we agree that our characters are meeting in one place to figure out this project thing? I know, lame, but I don't feel like having everyone wander around town until they finally bump into eachother. -
Im cool with that, as long as doka gets paid >:3)
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Jwjsnsn)
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I'm cool with it.
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(I know they should meet somewhere discreet, but the image of angels and demons and crap hanging in a random public shop amuses me too much, I'm sorry >.>)
Realizing she would arrive at the designated meeting place soon - a coffee shop, for Christ's sake, she assumed that resources were running low as of the current Ebola threat - January put her cigarette out on a public garbage can and tossed it as she turned the corner. Seeing as it was nearly dusk, January chose not to notice how strange she probably seemed to the passersby, shielding her eyes behind the dark sunglasses even as the sun set. There couldn't be many people who knew that her insistence on the black shades truly had nothing to do with sunlight, and it was with this thought that January braced herself for the worst and entered the shop. -
Doka sighed, sitting on a chair near the corner of the coffee shop. why of all places would we meet here? the door opened, the chime of the coffee shops bells telling doka so. A woman with shades entered, looking suspicious, but nonetheless nothing to worry about. It annoyed doka when somebody questioned his ninja getup, seeing as it was unordinary in the human world. He simply told them he was dressing up, and would leave as fast as possible.
Or tie them up in a nearby alley and duck tape their mouths if they continued to question him. Doka didn't feel like dealing with persistent pests today. Or ever. -
(Are we going to have a post order? Like, you > Absol > Someone else > Someone else > Someone else?)
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When's my turn?
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Horatio walked inside, hands behind his back and looked confident. So, a project? Hm. The blond haired angel looked in all directs around the shop, trying to find a fellow angel. He spotted a woman with sunglasses. It was easy to sense she was an angel as well. He hasn't seen though until now. Horatio walked beside her and tapped the woman's shoulder.
"Hello there, Angel cohort." -
Fuuuu)
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Twisted was, as usual, running late. He was always late for the important things, because honestly, why bother hurrying to a place full of angels? He shuddered in the cool evening air, stuffing his hands into his pocket. He hoped that it wouldn't be all boys. Those angels could really bite. He strolled down the street, whistling and winking at any girl he'd pass by. The coffee shop was about half a mile away, and at this rate, he'd be more than ten minutes late. Maybe even thirty, if he caught sight of a really pretty girl.
While Twisted was too busy whistling to notice a thing, Rowan was following her father, her eyes full of excitement and wonder. Twisted had told her to lock the doors and not answer to strangers. The little girl was proud of herself- not only had she opened the door all by herself to escape, she hadn't run into any strangers since! She was curious as to where her father was going so slowly. He had said it was.. Hm.. 'Super important'. So he must be doing something top secret. At least she wouldn't be the normal kid sitting at home watching T.V. -
(...I think we just established an order. Mina is next.)
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