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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒚𝒎𝒂𝒏
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Azrael role play account | Open writer | Admin is 21+
"Shhhh let it happen. I'm taking you out for a bit."
December 9, 2024 at 5:02 PM
The beast lunged high into the air, and with a twirling twist of his body did he suddenly rocket straight down like a bombshell.

The fist aimed directly for her; but in truth, he couldn't care whether it hit or not. The true target here was the train.╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 10:42 PM
"Hey now, I'm an 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 fighter. I keep things simple, 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐."

He'd say, being utterly pert with his tone. The beast, for all his powers to defy the logic of the world, chooses to keep his fighting style plain.

But he can adapt when needed.╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 10:42 PM
The Mad Dog pondered to himself out in the field, hands comfortably slid into his pockets as he tried to compile any notable detail that could be useful here.

"Other than the fact that it possessed similar properties to the Grim Reaper? Nothing, really.— ╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 10:21 PM
"You act like I don't know you by now, give me some credit."

He mused, unable to resist throwing in that jab of humor. But it quickly subsided, his smile returning to a stern and surprisingly serious expression. ╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 9:59 PM
@aenslandofmakai.bsky.social

YOU STEPPED ON THE MEME
December 8, 2024 at 9:38 PM
@sector7catgirl.bsky.social

"Hey, Kokonoe. I know you're keeping tabs on me, so listen..."

The Mad Dog has been traveling— enjoying his newfound freedom. Yet here he stood over a fallen creature, one he felled, of course, yet there was no joy upon his features. ╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 9:32 PM
Much in the vein of a commander giving an order for his men to fire, the beast swung his arm out to summon a fiery sigil that blasted her repurposed spiritual power— now turning it into a mass of his own unnatural aura in projectile form.╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 9:15 PM
Crimson aura flourished about his body like armor, and as her energy closed in, it was suddenly snatched by this oppressive veil of force— consuming her power and stockpiling it into a resource.

One he would use this very moment.╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 9:15 PM
Heart pounded like a drum of war within his frame, the beast appearing to flail his arms wildly; and yet, each movement was strategically coordinated— a mad warrior with all the timing of a disciplined master. An elbow to her heel, a wrist to reflect her chops, and fists to halt her palms.╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 9:15 PM
Even with words that show the slightest semblance to provocation are met with a malicious simper, the beast ever proving that his is an existence that celebrates conflict.

"I make no promises, Marino. I might be biding my time with 𝒚𝒐𝒖, but there's a whole world out there." ╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 6:40 PM
"Oi, 𝒚𝒐𝒖..."

He had more to say; however, a compulsive need to guzzle his own bottle of bourbon forced his hand to slowly raise to funnel down its contents.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆....

"What cha 𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑪 got there, huh? That uhh...that stuff any good? Comin' outta a damn 𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑪 jar?"
December 8, 2024 at 6:54 AM
A chortle escaped the hulking silhouette now; a slight aura of smugness tinged the smile he wore in response.

"You're wanting to help, eh? Was it not just a moment ago that you dreaded my being here?" ╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 6:37 AM
His body now moved at a terrifying and expeditious rate— this dance of clashing blows now matching the clattering of a machine gun.

The Mad Dog's speed only continued to accelerate in his wild movements, his goal being to overwhelm the two until it was him doing the pummeling.
December 8, 2024 at 6:20 AM
The Tyrant mirrored her explosive acceleration— his mind bordering upon the precipice of a berserk state. Blazing across their steel stage, Azrael swung a feral punch that aimed to clash with her approach.

╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 6:20 AM
Tout digits then clench into ironclad fists, his network of muscles all tightening into a swell that forced the air about him to shudder.

Her avaricious nature only spurned the rapacious beast within his human silhouette, hues of scarlet flaring with manic delight. ╰➤
December 8, 2024 at 6:20 AM
As the beast raised the flask to his lips, a certain mention had ceased his action entirely. Crimson optics narrowed a fraction— his smile stretching in size now.

"A god, you say? Can't say I know the pantheon, but color me surprised."
December 6, 2024 at 3:53 AM
the beast was announcing to the realm a direct challenge— one made to all who could sense it and not be sent into a panic.

"Alright then, you ready to kick this into a higher gear, Succubus?"
December 6, 2024 at 3:48 AM
"𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕: 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒗 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒘𝒐, 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆."

The world strained under the sudden explosive release of his power— even the realm of Makai quaked at this rare release of the tyrant's limiters.

The woman before him had proved she could handle it, but more than that...
╰➤
December 6, 2024 at 3:48 AM
"Then why don't I show it a trick of my own? I think this world will do nicely."

Amidst the ambience of the steam engine chugging along, a slow rumble began to grip the immediate area. Much like before, the mad dog was allowing his power to seep out like the toll of a bell.
╰➤
December 6, 2024 at 3:48 AM
A cat now rested upon the shoulder of a mad dog; his smile ever plastered upon rigid canvas as he continued to speak of his future lair.

She could do nothing now, no.

But he knew well that she could eventually concoct something in the future. In fact...

𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕.
December 5, 2024 at 12:48 AM
Straightening out his posture, Azrael took a moment to appraise his surroundings. It wouldn't be the first time he was forced into another dimension, but he's never been to one quite like this.

"So, is it Halloween everyday here or somethin?"
December 5, 2024 at 12:38 AM
Down he shot like a released payload, now twisting his position entirely to allow himself to land on his feet. Steel clad shoes slammed hard upon warped engine— the train being built rather sturdy.

╰➤
December 5, 2024 at 12:38 AM
December 5, 2024 at 12:15 AM
"Yeah, I got no idea."

Eloquently put by the wanted criminal.

"This world? Don't know how I got here, but the fact that it's not an uninhabitable pile of crap shows me that I'm far from home."
December 5, 2024 at 12:13 AM