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agirlandawand sent: A small baggie of chocolate chip cookies landed at Verdux's feet, seemingly out of nowhere. A note was attached: 'I'm sorry for killing you. HP.'

“… cookies?” He stooped and picked them up.

“That hurt. I hope you know that.” He shook his head.

“… … …” He examined them and walked off, taking a bite.

devilishassassin:

angelicvengeance:

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be a bad host on this outing.” He gave her a smile and carried on his pace, trying his best to pick the quickest route towards the hiking trail.

“I’m not that interesting honestly, but my story is very long and filled with foolish amounts of tragedy. It all feels cliche to be honest. But I suppose you do not choose your history, it chooses you.

I’ll start at the present for convenience and just give you some basics on who I am. No need to bore you with the heavy stuff right away.” His feet crunched on the gravel that marked the beginning of the path, and he looked out at the trees that were growing in with a sense of peace.

“My name is Veridukhanirate in my native tongue, but can be shortened to Verdux for informal occasions. My business and trade so to speak is the removal of those who harm the innocent members of the human population. The Cadre of Angels employs me to go out, find, and kill those who kill innocent people to prevent further murder.

In most cases, I act as a moral assassin: judging the innocent from the guilty by using the sight that comes with this body that they gave me. It lets me see into human memories, and determine if they truly did what they are accused of doing.

If they didn’t do it. I let them go and examine the motives that the accuser has for making these claims. If the reason is of a certain variety, I kill them instead.” He took a breath and nodded.

“So. Tell me about yourself, my mysterious friend.”

Rukia listened to the other with interest. Even though if he didn’t think he was an interesting individual, she thought he was. Which is why she wanted to know more about the Angel. Veridukhanirate now that was a mouthful. It had a nice ring to it in her mind. Once he finished telling his little story and turned the subject to her, she gave a small nod. “Well then. I will try and make my story short if I can.” Now the only thing was, how would she make it short? There was far too much that has happened in her many, many thousands of years of her life.

“May not be as long as yours, but.. After the disappearance of my mother and the death of my father, I took my little sister away from Italy. Anywhere was better than being there. That was when a man found us, took us in and took care of us in his Kingdom. When I was about 12 he started teaching me how to fight and defend myself. By the time I was 16 he sent me on my first assassination mission. It was tough, but I managed to get the job done. After that he sent me on more and that was when other people started offering to pay me for jobs. It doesn’t really matter who I kill, it doesn’t make much of a difference. I’m just there to do the job and get out. But then again, I am a God of Death, killing is the only thing I’m good at.”

She paused for awhile, listening to the sound of gravel crunching under their feet. It was hard to form the words of what she wanted to say next. “I wasn’t a good lover or a Mother… My own son left when he turned 16. Said he wanted to find his Father. I haven’t even seen his father in a thousand years now..” Her gaze fell to the ground as she sighed softly.

“Well that’s enough of my sob story. All I’m good at, the only thing I’ll ever know to do right is kill. Nothing more.”

The night angel frowned, pitying the plight she had been placed in. He didn’t speak during her story, but instead gave her a look of complete understanding. He truly did know how it felt to have those things happen. He too had been trained at a young age for killing mercilessly and quickly, he too had been sent out on his first kill at a young age. It was almost uncanny how similar their stories were.

After a while he finally did speak. “I was sent to murder a King And Queen at the age of seventeen. I was brought up knowing only quiet and violence… I do not presume to know how you feel now, or how you felt then, but I do know that I went through many things similar to what you went through.” 

“I do know, however, that old dogs can learn new tricks. And that taking up a hobby that removes you from the stench of murder is very useful. I took up cooking, for example.”

He took a breath. 

“Would you enjoy hearing how I fared, under similar circumstances? I do not enjoy telling my story but I believe that you may be the only person in the world capable of appreciating what I went through… I’ve only told a handful of people my story in all my years of life, and I rarely do so willingly.” He tipped her chin up towards him gently with his fingers.

“Would you like to hear of someone who shared your fate?” His brown eyes took on a piercing intensity as they looked into her own.

TRUTH SERUM-MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

(Source: lunaconrad)

devilishassassin:

angelicvengeance:

Verdux opened his eyes wider when she leaned against him, such displays of interest were mostly foreign to him, but not unwelcome. It was like a gentler version of the way the angels courted each other. A lot less grabbing and demanding, but still the same implied command. It felt safe.

“I wouldn’t do that If I were you. You’ll end up starving. I eat every few months or so. If you were to try that, I’d imagine you’d get pretty hungry. Unless you and I share the same ability to go long stints at a time without eating.”

“In any case. Lets get going.”  He moved forwards, careful not to outpace the Shinigami as he led the way towards the dirt path that led to the trail.

“Do you want to tell me about yourself, or do you want me to start off the introductions with some words on me. I’m happy either way, but I’m dying to know more about you.” The green skinned assassin intoned sincerely.

A small laugh left her lips as she held onto his hand and hooked her free hand on his arm. “I’ll be fine. My body is similar, but I do enjoy food. It is at variance of the food. Especially desserts and fruit.” Rukia smiled letting a quiet pleased purr leave her lips, following and keeping up with Verdux. She thought for a moment after he spoke. “How about this. We each say something about ourselves and take turns. Because I do not want to just speak about myself. I would love to hear more of you, Verdux.” She emphasized on his name as she looked up at him.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be a bad host on this outing.” He gave her a smile and carried on his pace, trying his best to pick the quickest route towards the hiking trail.

“I’m not that interesting honestly, but my story is very long and filled with foolish amounts of tragedy. It all feels cliche to be honest. But I suppose you do not choose your history, it chooses you.

I’ll start at the present for convenience and just give you some basics on who I am. No need to bore you with the heavy stuff right away.” His feet crunched on the gravel that marked the beginning of the path, and he looked out at the trees that were growing in with a sense of peace.

“My name is Veridukhanirate in my native tongue, but can be shortened to Verdux for informal occasions. My business and trade so to speak is the removal of those who harm the innocent members of the human population. The Cadre of Angels employs me to go out, find, and kill those who kill innocent people to prevent further murder.

In most cases, I act as a moral assassin: judging the innocent from the guilty by using the sight that comes with this body that they gave me. It lets me see into human memories, and determine if they truly did what they are accused of doing.

If they didn’t do it. I let them go and examine the motives that the accuser has for making these claims. If the reason is of a certain variety, I kill them instead.” He took a breath and nodded.

“So. Tell me about yourself, my mysterious friend.”

devilishassassin:

The talk about a walk and a place to have a picnic sounded nice. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a nice evening. “Yes. That sounds like a very refreshing date. Haven’t been on a picnic before where someone didn’t eat. So I declare that I will not eat unless you eat something.” She gave a soft simper and with slight hesitation took the Angel’s hand in hers. Taking a step closer to him and slightly leaning against him. “Lead the way, Angel face.”

Verdux opened his eyes wider when she leaned against him, such displays of interest were mostly foreign to him, but not unwelcome. It was like a gentler version of the way the angels courted each other. A lot less grabbing and demanding, but still the same implied command. It felt safe.

“I wouldn’t do that If I were you. You’ll end up starving. I eat every few months or so. If you were to try that, I’d imagine you’d get pretty hungry. Unless you and I share the same ability to go long stints at a time without eating.”

“In any case. Lets get going.”  He moved forwards, careful not to outpace the Shinigami as he led the way towards the dirt path that led to the trail.

“Do you want to tell me about yourself, or do you want me to start off the introductions with some words on me. I’m happy either way, but I’m dying to know more about you.” The green skinned assassin intoned sincerely.

(Source: angelicvengeance)

charmeurcajun:

~One Year of Indie RolePlay GiveAway~

It’s been a year since I first joined the indie roleplay community, and I’ve met a lot of amazing people in the process. So let’s celebrate! 

Starting with the less amusing, the rules. 

• must follow one of the following accounts: CharmeurCajun | MamzelleHepzibah | SuccubusFromHell | ThatCrawlerGirl | TheWolfToMen | LumiereDAurora
• preferably actively roleplaying with me or having roleplayed with me in the past or planning to in the future
• only the first reblog counts (since tumblr doesn’t say how many times a person reblogged a post) 
• winner will be chosen by a random number generator
• the giveaway ends on Sunday 26th May, 8PM GMT. 

Now that it’s out of the way, the fun part! Prizes! 

1. 1x One customized theme for one of your blogs
2. 3x One Icon pack with +/- 30 icons of the character of your choosing (examples here)
3. 3x One Gifset made from Youtube video of your choosing (4 to 6 gifs)
4. 10x Promo on the 6 blogs (with links added to a promo page permanently attached to each blog)

Have fun~! 

Blood Rivals

beyondthetemples:

angelicvengeance:

Verdux found himself facing the brunt of psychic whirlwind. He was blasted off, the dagger he was holding to her throat forced against the skin, drawing a red line of blood on her neck. Luckily, the cut was shallow and the poison that seeped into the wound was merely a mild sedative. In large doses it would knock her out. In this dosage, it would make her weak, or drowsy if it did anything at all.

He rose up again off the ground, growling as he snatched up the fallen weapon and rushed towards her, golden blood matting his forehead from the concussive blast.

“You are going to take me to the entrance, and then I am going to make you regret this violence against me. You will rue the day that you drew the blood of one who could have been an ally to your cause.”

Dove hissed as the blade crossed her flesh and stumbled as soon as she was released, a hand pressed to the pain - though she recoiled when she felt the hot wetness and glanced at the blood on her fingers, looked away when her stomach protested - not that the pain helped, or confusion and shock, but she swallowed down the squeamish nausea. She had to fight the sudden weariness seeping into her, like a haze of mist dulling her senses and descending over her eyes - as soon as the blade touched her skin that spark of psychic warning had flared to blaze of instincts, crying out in her mind like a neon DANGER sign, and she knew this was a time for caution, alert, and - Azar protect her… battle. And the instincts came with a nerve-wracking discomfort, somehow railing against his demands.

She had fallen to her knees and looked up to see him charging towards her and swearing oaths - her heart lurched when some baffled instinct told her that golden trail on his brow was blood… But before she could apologize he was rushing towards her, and Dove only gasped and lashed her hands out, forming a defensive semi-sphere shield, huddling behind it with her eyes locked closed in concentration, so completely frightened and disoriented that pure desperation was the single thing giving it a stable form. Luckily her powers stemmed from willpower and emotion, practically unaffected by physical tire.

Only after she was shielded did she dare voice her remorse: “I-I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to - you frightened me and I lost control! It was an ACCIDENT!”

He ran blade first into the shield, hacking and slashing at it like a dervish, each repelled attack flowing into the next without pause. He spoke no words but merely let the fury in his eyes and actions do the speaking for him.

His body became engulfed in the flames that accompanied the instigation of a night angel’s wrath. His blades grew white hot and while they did not pierce the barrier he could feel the shield falter as the energy of the blows forced the shielded girl back slightly with each stroke. By this he forced her back up against the wall of the tower. Each slashing blow carrying with it the ire and hatred caused by the pain that the angel felt. Righteous fury coursed in his veins as much as the fire that lit him and scorched the grass under him.

He stopped suddenly, after hearing her cries, the doubt in him growing enough to quell the flames that covered his body, his posture stooped slightly and he seemed more annoyed that angry by this point.

“By the Goddesses! Get a hold on yourself! You are one of the most excitable mortals I’ve ever had the displeasure of dealing with, and your use of magic does you no credit to that stance!

Just, take me where I ask to be taken and we can try and work past this debacle.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and wiped away the golden blood that fell into his eye.

” Let’s start over. My name is Verdux, what is your name?” He asked dryly, mild annoyance and spiteful confusion bubbling up in his thoughts.

Anonymous sent: Topless Tuesday! Take off whatever top you have!

“…”

He shrugged and pulled off his shirt, keeping the cloak on.

“Satisfied?” The night angel chuckled.

“…” The green cloaked assassin drew himself up on his rooftop position, still invisible he surveyed the growing chaos on the streets below. Two costumed people, one wearing a leotard of sorts and another wearing what appeared to be a suit of armor were fighting. The police were nowhere to be seen, as per the usual, and the fighting had destroyed numerous storefronts as well as many of the parked cars. The metal suited person had a penchant for firing weapons out of the suit he appeared to be wearing and the girl in the leotard kept making annoyingly shrill noises that shattered glass and gave Verdux a headache. It was a wonder that he hadn’t intervened earlier.

But business was business and he wouldn’t be a professional if he hadn’t prioritized his mission ahead of some ruckus going on down below.

Quickly determining which of the two was the one trying to break the law, simply by noting which combatant was killing passersby, he took aim and fired a shot from his rifle. The bullet dropped the metal suited vagrant like a lightning bolt, and his lifeless body fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from a single wound to the head.

Blood Rivals

beyondthetemples:

angelicvengeance:

“1 3 132 165 232 654” He stopped for a moment, and instantly noted that she was reacting to two of them. She lost him for a moment and also looked up for the flare. She was a mage then, and was slated for instant removal from the premises. Or at least removed so he could look around without fear of being roasted alive.

He rolled behind her and held the point to her neck, other hand holding her mouth.

“Scream and I put you down. Try anything and I’ll make you regret it.” He whispered into her ear, tightening his grip on her.

“I don’t want to kill you, but I will not hesitate to do so. Take me to the service entrance. Now.”

Dove’s gasp was sharp and ragged and she couldn’t stop the yelp as he grabbed her or stem the hot flood of terror - but at his words she swallowed, and locked her mouth (and eyes) closed and nodded (haltingly) to show she understood. The fierceness, the intensity, the deadly intent… So much in his mind - frightening, overwhelming, his thoughts alone a threat to her! Obviously he didn’t know how desperately terrified she was to attempt resistance.

Preoccupied with the threat on her life, Dove forgot to guard her emotions - and a humming whimper escaped her throat and she sagged in his hold helplessly when her powers lashed out in an explosive wave of pure emotional force, freed by that shock and fed by her fear.

Verdux found himself facing the brunt of psychic whirlwind. He was blasted off, the dagger he was holding to her throat forced against the skin, drawing a red line of blood on her neck. Luckily, the cut was shallow and the poison that seeped into the wound was merely a mild sedative. In large doses it would knock her out. In this dosage, it would make her weak, or drowsy if it did anything at all.

He rose up again off the ground, growling as he snatched up the fallen weapon and rushed towards her, golden blood matting his forehead from the concussive blast.

“You are going to take me to the entrance, and then I am going to make you regret this violence against me. You will rue the day that you drew the blood of one who could have been an ally to your cause.”

Anonymous sent: ✵

“You’re joking.”

agirlandawand sent: "Already saw you naked once. Let's not have a repeat anytime soon."

“I thought we were going to drop that.”

devilishassassin said: Rukia smirked and got to her feet, standing before him. “What am I going to do to you?” She tapped her chin as if she was thinking. “Weeelllllllll, we could always go on that date we talked about. To get to know each other.”

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“That sounds good, actually.” He thought for a moment, trying to find places for them to go that would be suitably out of the way.

“I’m very interested in what your story is. And why you’re interested in me. Not many people have a taste for neurotic, green skinned assassins.” He laughed and inwardly frowned. “Care to walk with me? I know a spot on the city limits that has a fantastic view. We could talk on the way there and have a  bit of a picnic. I have some things for you to eat in my pack already. As an Angel, I eat only rarely, I’m not going to eat on the picnic. But I wouldn’t want you to get hungry.” He nodded and gestured ahead of them. “Come on.”

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igneusfloresvirent:

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(Source: theirresistibleincubus)