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((I would like to get everyone's permission to make this into an actual manga. I'm very serious about this. I'm really proud of this roleplay. However, the reason of why I am asking permission is the fact that I would like to use your characters and yes, I will honor the real creaters of the fantastic crew. I wish to copyright everything so you will have as much credit as myself. But it's completely fine if you don't want me to use your character.))


"You never actually answered the question you know. Why are you here in the first place?" Zion broke the silence.

Penelope's eyes flashed with guilt as she stopped her steps in the middle of the sin-infested street with the bar at the tip. Her smile faded as she looked to the heavens for an answer, but God would never answer her now, she concluded. With her tightly locked mouth, she hoped her secret wouldn't get out. She searched for a cover; however, her mouth has yet to unlatch to speak any words.

"I'm... on vacation," she managed to say.

She was obviously lying but what would she tell them? Oh, by the way, God sent me to kill the top Death Dealer for who knows what reason, and I completely failed as you saw.

"Okay," Penelope said when she saw the expressions of their faces. "I'll be as honest as possible, and please forgive me for saying this so general. I have a duty, or command, that I must do even if it tears me apart in indecision. And I can't say anymore than that..."

She raised her chin to the star-lit sky wishing the sun to never come again and take the moons place.

A lush exitted the vomit-stained bar that smelled of rancid road-kill, yet Penelope didn't really know how it smelled due to her lack of the sense of smell. But that is what she imagined it would smell like. The stranger walked, or stumbled, toward their group as if he were a long lost friend from many years ago. He said such a simple introduction to the grim reaper:

"Hoi," with a soft accent.

Penelope wrinkled her brow, searching her memory to remember his face, but she could not decide if she knew him or not. So the only thing she could think of saying back was a simple introduction:

"Hello."

((Sure. I have no problem with zion being used. But when you do make it could you send me a picture of what Zion looks like.))

Zion accepted Penelopes answer. She was lieing but then again prehaps the question had been too personal. He decided to let the matter drop. There were some things you just had to let go of. He said queitly. "Very well." to let her know he knew she lied but he didn't say anything else.

When teh human appraoched them and waved zion felt a wave of scorn go through him. Who was this mortal that smelled of beer. Unlike Marsharin this annoyance had no protection. But as he looked closer at him he felt something odd about him. This one has killed demons he sensed. This made him smile and disregard the smell of the mortal. Any human who has killed even a lesser demon deserves some respect. He liseend to the two of them as they talked. He wondered why this person had approached them. Could he sense the demon in their group? Zion moved casually over to Dani's side. He had no wish for his intersting companions to die yet.

((I really didn't want to bump but there isn't anything I can post now.. atleast not something usefull anyway. You have my permission (sorry for the long wait) so.. Bump))

Kurt's sharp mind, quickly took in the movements and expressions of the people standing in front of him, doing their best to prove themselves strong.

Kurt spent a moment pondering his answer and any alternatives. Whilst he appeared as a drunkard or even as a gentleman, he really was neither. Kurt was just a man trying to get by in a world full of hate and death. Finally he spoke once again. 'A reaper, a demon and a hybrid. You're not exactly model citizens, any of you and so I ask, what are you doing in this town and where are you going?' He said, eyes cold and the smile that had characterized his face had vanished. 'I think. I may keep a watch on you, to make sure you don't kill too many people on your visit.' Once again he fiddled with the barrel of the old Winchester Rifle model number 82 if one chose to inspect the gun closer, you could see it was engraved to Kurt's distant ancestor Lionel Durnholde.

((Bumpedy))

Kurt inclined his head towards Zion a small smile playing on his lips. 'I'd prefer not to see who you are my friend, but that choice isn't mine to make.' Kurt mumbled lowly his grin turning into a frown.

Kurt paused for a moment, staring at his own feet. He didn't like looking at himself, he saw things he didn't want to see. 'Well, I'm hungry and thirsty. Perhaps I was a bit hasty in my accusations. This place is crappy for food a friend of a friend of a friend owns a smaller bar. More of a restaurant really.'

He set his feet wide, and moved his hands out wide, peace in anybody's language.

((I was waiting for Dani to post but I guess I will. I like this rp a lot and I wouldn't want it to die.))

Zion nodded. "This is alright with me. If the food is good then I have no problem. But it's up to my companions as well." This human interested him. Almost as much as Penelope did. Dani was also interesting, as was that encounter earlier. For the first tiem in a long time he felt energized. So many interesting things happening at one. Demon lords, Reapers and now a human who could see through illusions. It just went to show how varied life was.