C. D. - character development

(Ezra will have ta hurry -___- )

((Hey, don't undermine Leslie's sword skills! She's training to be a Hunter, you know. Aria may be a mercenary/bounty hunter, but she was never formally trained.))

(Ezra was an assaisn)

((Leslie will be an Assassin (Demon jobs/professions/niches/whatever are all capitalized) That's the specialization she wants to take after she completes her training as a Hunter.))

(Leslie + Ezra = BFF)

(WE NEED TO VENTURE FORTH INTO CLOUDY LAND SO ALLOW ANDREW TO BE TAKEN)

(Ezra's got to make the potion to fix Evan)

Ezra dug out a thing of matches, after setting up a campfire. Once the fire was lit, he filled a small pot with water and set it over the fire. He started to prepare the ingrediants for the recipie in the book.

Dan:
"Can I kill the angel yet?"

"NO KILLING!" shouted Liz at Dan.

Dan:
"WHY NOT?" I shout back.

Stella:
I smack him in the back of the head and say, "BECAUSE KILLING IS BAD!"

"Thank you!" sighed Liz.

Ezra had to move quickly, he was still afraid Cassie would kill him. She was tapping her foot impatiently.

Dan:
"Cassie looks mad Ezra, better hurry!"

"I know! I know!" said Ezra, picking up speed. He had already add all the ingrediants. He took out a vail of dark blue powder, and poured it into the mix.

Dan:
"Hurry! IM BORED!"

((Tony has been completely left behind and forgotten, but he isn't really suited to CC'ing anyway. If the characters venture into cloudy-land, I could probably bring in a Norlan Aero-Dreadnought to spice things up.))

((Do it ))

(DO IT!)

"I am!" snapped Ezra. He began to mummer over the mixture, until it hissed and boiled. He grabbed a leaf from the ground and poured a small amout of the mixture on it, it shrank to 1/3 of it's size.

((I'll introduce it, then I have to go to bed.))

Name: Kraf Ventrix.
Age: 32.
Personality: Ventrix is a cold hard man, capable of serious violence. He is not only a Kraf but also a captain of the Norlan Amphibious Army. Norlans are like a cross between Vikings and 19th century soldiers, in that they have beards and are fearsome fighters, but wear tunics, shakos and proper uniforms. However, they rely heavily on short-ranged muskets, and have halberd-blades for bayonets.
Appearance: Tall and angular, with a scar down his cheek that twists his mouth into a sneer. He wears a dark grey tunic with gold frogging and epaulettes. He also carries a long and heavy sword, close to a sabre but also somewhat akin to a meat-cleaver.

The aero-dreadnought cruises overhead, its hold full of Norlan troops. Kraf Ventrix's amplified voice can easily be heard rousing the troops.
"YOU ARE NOT MEN!" he roars. "YOU ARE NOT WOMEN! YOU ARE THE HORDE OF THE WEST! THE SCOURGE OF THE SLATE-GREY SEA! NO LIVING FORCE HAS STOOD BEFORE US!"
The aero-dreadnought, a vast armoured zeppelin, drops towards the small group. On the bridge, Kraf Ventrix suddenly spots the giant, the angel, and the demon.

Now what the Hell was this?! First I have an angel to fight, and now there's a freakin' airship?! Oh, this is just super!
"Getting tired?" the angel taunted.
"You wish," I snarled.

"Okay...it's ready. You're gonna need these...and go into the bushes...drink this." said Ezra, handing Evan a vial and clothes. Evan did as he was told.

Dan:
Looks up at the airship, "I think I'll go say hello" I say smiling.

Stella:
"You'll take me with you so you don't kill anyone!" I say back.

Dan:
"Okay" I say sighing. Then I grab Stella and we fly up to the airship.

((Time to excute the plan... Muahahaha! *cough*

Er... I'll just post now.))

Okay, cool, looked like Wolfy and Friend were all over that little airship problem. I returned my attention to the angel, who was getting really annoyed.
"Give up!" I yelled. "You're not beating me, and you're not taking the mortal!"
Suddenly, a pillar of golden light shot down from the clouds, soaring right towards me. Shielding my eyes from the light with my arm, I pumped my wings and flew away as the celestial object careened towards the earth. It struck down, exploding in a burst of light that shot out in all directions before fading.
"Oh crap," I murmured.
Standing in the middle of the impact area was a tall, broad angel, clad in an odd mixture of rags and battle armour. His blue-tinted wings were spread to their fullest span, his golden eyes were narrowed, his short-cropped black hair was dusty (much like the rest of his attire), and his square jaw was set in frustration. He wasn't wearing a glamour, so his ears were long and pointed, and he emitted a faint, blue glow.
"ARIA!" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth. "The Hell is taking so long?!"
"Take a look around you, moron!" the first angel, whose name must've been Aria, barked.
The armoured angel's eyebrows raised as if he were just realizing what was going on around him for the first time. He then fixed his eyes on me.
"So that's the demon, huh?" he asked with a smirk. "The one that's been giving you trouble?"
"Shut up!" Aria retorted.
"And hey, I resent that!" I called.
"Ezekiel," Aria started, tense, "there's a mortal soul over there. Take it and go back up."
"Sure thing," the other angel said with a shrug.
Andrew!
I pulled away from Aria and corkscrewed into a dive, but the Ezekiel guy was much closer. No...I wasn't going to make it!

Andrew backed away, crap, he thought, it's like another Ezra.

((We're doing this, right? I have permission to go ahead?))