The Hunt.

[Jadeie]

Emily's cautious steps turned out to be a waste of time. She chickened out, shyness became too much of an overwhelming emotion for her to handle. She would have to put up with a soggy eye patch.

I'm not loving these stains... It makes me feel odd and sluggish. Emily thought to herself, silently questioning whether or not it would be safe in such a deathly dimension to take a shower. But, it would be useless. Considering the chances of finding any type of cleaning material for skin lying about. She got the thought of all the vain students in her high school, how they wouldn't be seen dead without make-up. She was laughing to herself silently, think of how insecure they would all suddenly be in a dimension like this.

 

[The Watching]

Krystal awoke, feeling pretty much like she had lost an hour of her life. Still scythe-less... she mumbled.

She started to look for the weird guy who took her scythe, the easily angered guy who could only fight with anger. Stupid.

She started to look around, careful not to cause any trouble with demons and get hurt. When she found him about two blocks awat, he was... not really doing much, so she quickly pulled the scythe away and ran.

She noticed that the blade was slightly bent; the thick, black smoke/aura that radiated from the large, deep purple gem at the top of the handle... it was starting to decline. Surprised at the bad quality of her scythe, she tried to bend the blade back to normal. When she finished, with her shirt, she polished the round gemstone. The aura that surrounded it immediately increased.

With a sigh, she quickly ran back to the bench she was sleeping on and nervously watched for more demons.

 

[Swan_Song]

Touchstone mumbled something under his breath to Edge and he walked away slowly, crossing his arms, ready to grab his pistol at any moment. He adjusted his cowboy hat as he kept watch over the surroundings. He glanced over at Krystal and nodded to her silently, his way of greeting. He then shifted his weight from one foot to the other, never able to stay completely still for too long-- unless he was hunting, of course. So far, he hadn't needed to deal with this many people at once. To him, two was enough, three was okay, but seven? It was nuts.