Wonder would ask why would he need 2 rapiers. One would be just as effective. Or, is there like a "double-cutting/stabbing/etc." thing going on.
WG: What's with the dual rapiers?
WG: What's with the dual rapiers?
Azazel made no comment. She didn't ready care about the oddity, he'd die soon enough anyway, And the abnormal weapon choice would disappear with him.
"i use duels rapiers because it is more efficent and even deadlier then one"
He remembered some video-game characters that used only one rapier, yet are still effective against many foes; such as Lucina, Chrom, Marth...
WG: Anyways...
WG: Anyways...
-i draw both rapiers they would be a metalic blue-
He walked down the hall filled with empty cells. Ome of used to be occupied, but the smell of copper and iron told hom that it wasn't the case anymore.
He moved on until he began to hear voices. He quickly slowed down and silenced his steps, only stopping when he could make out their words. He kept himself quiet as he listened in.
He moved on until he began to hear voices. He quickly slowed down and silenced his steps, only stopping when he could make out their words. He kept himself quiet as he listened in.
"Sheath your blades, you impress no-one with your spaniard steel." Azazel said smoothly.
WG: That's Spanish metal? How could you tell?
"It looks like Toledo steel," she commented idly. "The color. I could probably tell you exactly what it was if I had my damnable powers." She became noticeably angry at the end.
So, there were at least three people here. One of them of was armed with swords that were made with some special steel; one had some powers, though she didn't seem to have them at the moment; and the third one was still a mystery. It wasn't a whole lot, but it was something.
He leaned forward a little more, hoping to hear some explanation of what was happening. If he needed to, he'd retreat a bit then make a noticeable approach and ask like a sane, lost person would do.
He leaned forward a little more, hoping to hear some explanation of what was happening. If he needed to, he'd retreat a bit then make a noticeable approach and ask like a sane, lost person would do.
There was a glint of light (I guess?) As WG dissapeared, reappearing in Wild Woods 2, Wilder and Woodier. Azazel sighed, standing and stretching, reaching toward the ceiling before picking up her scimtar.
He heard shuffling coming from the room and figured that the people inside might be getting ready to leave. It was a bit sooner than he wanted to, but he made his retreat. Once he thought he was a good enough distance away, he began his clumsier approach, adding another shout of, "Hello?" to help sell the act.
Azazel walked out of the room, scimtar in hand, and sighed. Her emerald eyes landed on Damon. "Hello," she said idly, looking pretty. And bored.
Definitely bored of this scenario. Bored of dealing with people. Bored of having the senses of a human.
Definitely bored of this scenario. Bored of dealing with people. Bored of having the senses of a human.
She seemed to be in a sour mood, or at least tired, but there wasn't much he was willing to do about that. He just kept up his act and discreetly looked for any signs of the other people he heard.
"Sorry, I just woke up in a jail cell; and I know I haven't been arrested, so do you know what's going on, or where we are?"
"Sorry, I just woke up in a jail cell; and I know I haven't been arrested, so do you know what's going on, or where we are?"
Azazel stared at the human then down at her sword for a moment, before clearing her throat.
"This is Prison. My Job is to kill you." She said, looking up at him. "If you just dont scream, it'll make my life easier." She started walking towards him, raising her sword.
"This is Prison. My Job is to kill you." She said, looking up at him. "If you just dont scream, it'll make my life easier." She started walking towards him, raising her sword.
His eyes widened a bit at the threat. Not even in prison for an hour and someone already wants to kill him. He threw up his hands and decided to hold off on showing his hand. "Whoa there! Is that really your job, or are you just trying to vent?" He backed up a little and prepared himself to dodge as he spoke.
"Truth be told," Azazel sighed, hand on her right hip. "I'm just bored. You look like a screamer. I want to have fun with you." She smiled. "Please? Let me hear your dulcet tones..."
He couldn't rebute the screaming comment, though it wasn't usually in terror. "Tempting as that sounds, I make it a habit to keep my tones to myself." He kept the innocent and scared act up, it'd make the sudden flip more surprising. Of course, this all depended on how bored she was.
She sighed. "Damn. I wish one of those beasts would show up... Or Akira was still here." She sighed again then turned, starting to walk away them. "Goodbye then, Screaming boy."
Apparently not bored enough to actually pursue him. What she said caught his attention though. He dropped most of his guard and began to follow her. "Wait, hold on! What do you mean by beasts?"
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