*Shrugs* Had it in my drafts! Felt like I haven't posted anything good for you guys in a while... Sowwie!
I sprawled out on the floor, cold, and bored.
"What's the agenda?" I mumbled to Ciel, who was sitting upside down on the couch. He shrugged, and I threw my head back, groaning, hitting my head on the floor, ow.
"Sorry." Ciel muttered.
"I got an idea!" I snapped up. Ciel looked at me.
"What?"
"We can spar!" I said, standing up.
"Yes! Sparing is always fun..." Ciel throwing his feet forward and flipping off the couch. I evil laughed, I was going to win... It wouldn't be a draw this time.
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Ciel stared me in the eye, he was ready, and bloodthirsty. I kept a flat expression, ready to give it everything I had. Ciel lunged at me, mumbling, his arm spread, fingers outstretched, ready to take something into his hand. When he completed his mumble, a sword took form out of dust, and morphed into a real sword. I pulled my swords, running at him. We were on a collision course. Ciel swung held his sword out infront of him, and we met, out swords clashing together, creating sparks. My swords were crossed into an "X" and thirsting for blood. Ciel kept eye contact, I could tell he wanted to win. Keyword=wanted. When we pulled away, Ciel dropped the sword, and jumped up, into a tree. Using your surroundings to stay hidden can save your life, take a note kids. Also take note Ciel can use his singing to create anything, yes, anything. An arrow whipped past my ear, so close I could here is practically slicing through the air. I whipped around, and watched Ciel drop down from the branch, running at me, bow in his hand. I jumped to the side, sticking my leg out. Of course, Ciel isn't clumsy, but, yes, he tripped. Only to catch himself on his hands, and flip back to his feet, kicking me in the face in the process. I clenched my jaw, and lunged at him again. Ciel whipped around, a dagger in his hand. He slashed down, into my shoulder, and the dagger stayed planted. Ciel's eyes widened. I winced. God damn it Ciel.
"Oh crap." Ciel muttered. I wasn't going to let a tiny scratch make me loose. My vision went blurry. It was poisoned. Crap. I slashed at Ciel with all my might. Ciel, instead of blocking it, had a sword embedded in his arm. He cried out. I blacked out.
Sorry bout that sucky battle scene, I'm a bit rusty!
Ciel had his arm wrapped and was washing out the wound on my shoulder. Taking the knife out, hurt, like, a lot. Ciel had gotten it out, and was currently sewing my wound shut.
"It was freaking poison!" I muttered.
"I thought you would counter it!" Ciel said back. I shook my head, Ciel really thought I was good. Or he was being a kiss-ass. Either way.
"There. All better." Ciel shut his eyes, smiling and raising his eyebrows. That always made me giggle. Ciel patted my head, and put up his sewing stuff. No, Ciel does not have a hobby of sewing, he just has that kit because he's the one who usually stitches my wounds shut. I rolled my shoulders. Luckily, the poison y dagger didn't reach my wings. So that was good.
Later, Ciel and I passed out on the floor and slept the night away.
*Cough*link*Cough* Mel!
I sprawled out on the floor, cold, and bored.
"What's the agenda?" I mumbled to Ciel, who was sitting upside down on the couch. He shrugged, and I threw my head back, groaning, hitting my head on the floor, ow.
"Sorry." Ciel muttered.
"I got an idea!" I snapped up. Ciel looked at me.
"What?"
"We can spar!" I said, standing up.
"Yes! Sparing is always fun..." Ciel throwing his feet forward and flipping off the couch. I evil laughed, I was going to win... It wouldn't be a draw this time.
.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.
Ciel stared me in the eye, he was ready, and bloodthirsty. I kept a flat expression, ready to give it everything I had. Ciel lunged at me, mumbling, his arm spread, fingers outstretched, ready to take something into his hand. When he completed his mumble, a sword took form out of dust, and morphed into a real sword. I pulled my swords, running at him. We were on a collision course. Ciel swung held his sword out infront of him, and we met, out swords clashing together, creating sparks. My swords were crossed into an "X" and thirsting for blood. Ciel kept eye contact, I could tell he wanted to win. Keyword=wanted. When we pulled away, Ciel dropped the sword, and jumped up, into a tree. Using your surroundings to stay hidden can save your life, take a note kids. Also take note Ciel can use his singing to create anything, yes, anything. An arrow whipped past my ear, so close I could here is practically slicing through the air. I whipped around, and watched Ciel drop down from the branch, running at me, bow in his hand. I jumped to the side, sticking my leg out. Of course, Ciel isn't clumsy, but, yes, he tripped. Only to catch himself on his hands, and flip back to his feet, kicking me in the face in the process. I clenched my jaw, and lunged at him again. Ciel whipped around, a dagger in his hand. He slashed down, into my shoulder, and the dagger stayed planted. Ciel's eyes widened. I winced. God damn it Ciel.
"Oh crap." Ciel muttered. I wasn't going to let a tiny scratch make me loose. My vision went blurry. It was poisoned. Crap. I slashed at Ciel with all my might. Ciel, instead of blocking it, had a sword embedded in his arm. He cried out. I blacked out.
Sorry bout that sucky battle scene, I'm a bit rusty!
Ciel had his arm wrapped and was washing out the wound on my shoulder. Taking the knife out, hurt, like, a lot. Ciel had gotten it out, and was currently sewing my wound shut.
"It was freaking poison!" I muttered.
"I thought you would counter it!" Ciel said back. I shook my head, Ciel really thought I was good. Or he was being a kiss-ass. Either way.
"There. All better." Ciel shut his eyes, smiling and raising his eyebrows. That always made me giggle. Ciel patted my head, and put up his sewing stuff. No, Ciel does not have a hobby of sewing, he just has that kit because he's the one who usually stitches my wounds shut. I rolled my shoulders. Luckily, the poison y dagger didn't reach my wings. So that was good.
Later, Ciel and I passed out on the floor and slept the night away.
*Cough*link*Cough* Mel!
Name:Matt Nast
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white mantel and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained meer powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes door the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope u enjoyed
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white mantel and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained meer powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes door the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope u enjoyed
Likes: Magic
Best Friend: Erin
Loves: Tyler
Dislikes: Skeptics
Worst Habit: She never eats enough
Personal Secret: She dated Robin and wiped his memory of her despite him being her first love
favoriete Food: Chocolate
favoriete Color: Red
Code Name: Shade
Mentor/Inspiration: Batman
Relations: Tyler Stevenson
Base of Operations: Wherever needed
Personal Home: Not Disclosed
Occupation: Hero
Job: None
Team: The Resistance