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Fantasy Reaper: Reboot

( o sorry my bad:P @Umbra Regalia ) " Who cares i'm here now aren't I" He looked at the surrounding people, " Do all these people do is fight? That's gonna get old fast." He looked back at Revnoir, " Who else are we waiting for?"
 
Shinohara said:
"I guess they didn't need their blood fingers but you better keep your hands of my fingers or we'll have bullet holes around the walls." James said, sounding quite pissed off now.
In seconds, Revnoir was standing infront of James and was connecting his fist to his face. Revnoir punched the man with all of his strength in the face.
 
Mashoon said:
( o sorry my bad:P @Umbra Regalia ) " Who cares i'm here now aren't I" He looked at the surrounding people, " Do all these people do is fight? That's gonna get old fast." He looked back at Revnoir, " Who else are we waiting for?"
Revnoir then looked at the man with an annoyed look. "Did you have somewhere to be?"
 
(Because fonts~~ :3)


(BUT WOAH this post is late because exchange students came to out Chinese class today?!?!
O.o I feel so inferior now... It's only now that I realize how fluent I'm not.)


(Dang... is this as rapid-fire as the original Reaper 1 started off? That's... just... damn bruh.... Tough to keep up!
xD )


With her head hung and her heels scraping the ground with each step in a kind of bored trance, only looking up once she reached the door. On her face was a dazedly calm expression, as Leah usually wore. Pulling open the door, the girl with hair just as black (and as tangled) as a raven in its nest was greeted unceremoniously by a small crowd of people, who all seemed very determined to out-yell one another. She showed little more surprise than the tiniest of flinches, and tried as discreetly as she could to remain un-involved in the argument and made off for one of the dark-gray coloured couches. While the colour seemed to clash a bit with the rest of the room, sitting a bit farther away helped curb her temptation to stir the argument. It'd only put her on the bad side of whoever ran the place, and wouldn't promote a decent reputation among those of her own rank.
 
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Cam let out a sigh of relief, along with a faint chuckle as Revnoir stopped the annoying man from switching his gun mode constantly. He then got up, his face shifting back to a serious look.
 
James took a step to the side, trying to dodge but as Revnoir was too fast, he stumbled a few steps and then looked at him. Threads quickly made the same armor as before, moving up to cover his face too before stretching down towards his torso. He then took a few steps closer to Revnoir, trying to bash him.
 
Threw a paper ball between the both of them "Come on guys stop no need to fight if you have to, at least, take it outside"
 
Revnoir's Threads moved quickly and wrapped themselves around James' torso while also catching the paper ball. They slammed James into the ground, the merciless Squad Leader watching with a slight feeling of amusement and satisfaction.
 
[QUOTE="Umbra Regalia] Revnoir then looked at the man with an annoyed look. "Did you have somewhere to be?"

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" Ahh i guess not, but a drink would be nice right about now." He said sarcastilly. "I didn't come here to wait in a room with ugly coaches though did I?" He asked with a tone of rebellion. "I'm sorry its just been a long week." He said apologetically.
 
James felt a sharp pain as he hit the floor. His armor did cushion it for him but it still hurt. He also pulled the trigger of the rifle which had been left on automatic fire. A few rounds came out but missed everything except the couch Revnoir had been sitting on.
 
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Cam yelled at the top of his lungs, almost causing an echo throughout the room. He then threatened both James and Revnoir with balls of fire threads in each hand. He directed one hand towards James and one towards Revnoir.
 
James was being pinned down by Revnoir and he tried to use his threads to loosen the grip but failed.
 
Shinohara said:
James felt a sharp pain as he hit the floor. His armor did cushion it for him but it still hurt. He also pulled the trigger of the rifle which had been left on automatic fire. A few rounds came out but missed everything except the couch Revnoir had been sitting on.
ProRPer said:
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Cam yelled at the top of his lungs, almost causing an echo throughout the room. He then threatened both James and Revnoir with balls of fire threads in each hand. He directed one hand towards James and one towards Revnoir.
Revnoir quickly formed a barricade that blocked the Fire Threads. The barricade was taken away after the fire hit the surface of the Threads. He growled and let go of James. He stepped away. "Are there any more questions about being late?" He wasn't impressed at all.


All Xillia could do was sigh and shake her head. Revnoir wasn't always like this, but he was hard to manage when he was. He must not have taken his meds... Dammit Revnoir.
 
Without muttering another word, Cam lowered his arms, the fire threads vanishing. He gave glares back to the two, almost disappointed with them in a way. Maybe it was pity? He couldn't tell, but stepped back slowly.
 
"All I want to know is when you're all going to calm down and we actually do something besides not being able to control our damn emotions."
 
"No Sir." Looking straight into the eyes of Revnoir. Glad to see him take control over the squad.
 
Cam then let out another sigh as he sat below the actual couch, now resting against it on the floor.
 
Revnoir clicked his tongue in annoyance and glared around the room. "Alright then. Who here is in my Squad?" He hoped desperately that the more annoying ones weren't in his Squad. Half of him hoped the opposite, since that way he could beat the living crap out of them for how annoying they are.
 
"You better watch next time you come back injured." James muttered under his breath as he undid his armor and got up, leaning back against the wall. He started to switch the fire modes on his rifle once again. His eyes were fixed on the three holes in the couch.
 
He remained quiet, knowing that he was in squad nine with... Well, he couldn't give a crap as to who he was working with; as long as they didn't slow him down.
 
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[QUOTE="Umbra Regalia] Revnoir clicked his tongue in annoyance and glared around the room. "Alright then. Who here is in my Squad?" He hoped desperately that the more annoying ones weren't in his Squad. Half of him hoped the opposite, since that way he could beat the living crap out of them for how annoying they are.

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"I'm in your squad." He took a step toward him and waited for orders. He looked over at all the other recruits for a response.
 
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(It's still a guy you know xD ) Cam simply glared up at Mashoon, and looked back down a second later. He yawned as he seemed to be tired and, most of all, bored.
 
Kirsa just sighed and sat herself down, sighing as she watched the scene unfold. "I guess boys will just be boys.." She muttered, closing her eyes.
 
Mashoon said:
"I'm in your squad." He took a step toward her and waited for orders. He looked over at all the other recruits for a response.
Revnoir looked Mashoon up and down for a moment, only now being calm enough to look and not punch. "That's it? Is everyone else late...?" He himself looked bored, as well, now. Easily bored, it seemed.
 
Cam hopped up onto the couch as he fell asleep, having the occasional nightmare of a reaper overpowering him, and later on random images of his past and other odd things.
 
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