Fandom ~The Rainbow Order~ (Invite only)

[Momoko Elwood]

~ The Rainbow Rules~

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1. No posting unless you are invited. This is an Invite only roleplay. If you want to join, you need to Pm me, or one of the other members (Happydeath and Cheshire Grin) in order to be interviewed. Details will be given when you message us.
   
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2. No Godmodding, Power playing, or Mary Sues. No one is perfect, no one can do everything, or control OTHER peoples' characters. These are huge nonos, and are highly frowned upon.
   
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3. No canon characters unless they are NPCs. For the most part, we will be playing said canon character NPCs.
   
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4. We have a "three strikes" system. Break the rules three times, and you're out. We don't need rule breakers and people who disrespect us or others.
   
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5. Respect and be nice to everyone in this roleplay. No hate speech allowed (meaning don't be sexist, transphobic, homophobic, racist, etc), or any other assholery.
   
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6. If you are to join, please know at least a little bit about D. Grey man. If you, however, know a LOT about D. Grey man, please do NOT spoil it for others. Not everyone has caught up in the manga or Anime, and spoilers are NOT welcome.
   
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7. We reserve the right to change, edit, or remove rules as we see fit, as well as kick people as we see fit.
   
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[Momoko Elwood]

Amalia Wolfe

Amalia stood tall among the sea of people within the Rainbow Order. She held the same stern face she kept, her hands behind her and resting on her lower back as she walked through. Her uniform was different to the others, making her stand out even more than she already did. It was black and silver like usual, however it had cap sleeves and she wore a short skirt with plaid like markings (and a pair of shorts underneath). It wasn't favorable, she'd prefer pants. However, if she were to go into battle, she'd need an outfit that wouldn't be demolished by Flesh maiden. She had gotten used to baring her flesh, but it still didn't feel right. It also didn't feel warm.

The hallways were typical, dreary and long, different members of the order littered about. Really, it was quiet and drab, not nearly as colorful and fancy one might think it would be for something called "The Rainbow Order". Currently, Amalia was traversing these hallways in order to get to the underground training room. She'd treck deeper and deeper, into the bowls of the building until she reached the right stair well that led to their room. It would have been easier, had there been a elevator down to the level. But, no, it had to be broken. Amalia wasn't the lazy type, not like Illya, but she was definitely one who preferred the most efficient routs (or efficient anything) that worked better. The walk would be good for the first part of her warm up, however, she she tried not to be too salty about it.

Soon, she found herself at the doorway of her destination. She opened and walked through the door way, taking in the beautiful sight of the training room. To her, it was one of the best rooms in the building, besides the kitchen. She smiled as she looked over the gigantic room. Its ceiling spanned up to twenty stories high, and was the size of two foot ball fields in length and width. There was many different equipment, and her favorite was the yoga mats and the training droids. The sadistic part of her enjoyed watching her underlings run from them and scream, but she'd try not to show it. She'd usually get mad at them however, when they failed to do their courses properly. She could easily kick one of the bots without even trying had it come at her, smashing the bot into pieces. But, no; Illya would just roll off or someone else would just run and sloppily avoid the attacks. it seemed proper form and tactics were not something these pansies preferred, and because of this, Amalia knew she'd have to work them harder. She'd dish out punishments, too. She didn't understand WHY they hated her advance Yoga lessons, but she had to use it as a form of punishment for them to even attempt it. She had explained to them the benefits of it many times, yet they still didn't get the beauty of it.

Today, however, was the beginning of the training of two new recruits; Rosabella and Sung. Rosabella was the holder of the heart of innocence, and Sung was someone they found on their trip to find the holder of the heart of innocence. So today, she'd have to do warm ups, and use Illya as an example of what happens when one doesn't follow her training regimens. If Illya even tried to roll instead of properly dodge, he'd face the wrath of her boot, and have to attend Yoga. he'd face harsh punishments today, but it was for a cause. He'd hate her for it, but at least maybe he'd understand that he needs to get off his lazy ass and train properly. She didn't want the new comers to follow his example, or be influenced by him. That was FAR from what she wanted, really. Not only this, but it was really amusing to watch him struggle. She didn't understand why she enjoyed torturing him more, but he was her favorite student to mess with.

Now, she waited. She stood in usual spot in the middle of the field, and awaited her trainees. She looked at her watch and her frown deepened; they were late.
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[Nothingness]

Seung Hun

Wandering from one hall down the next constantly, a young dark haired male had been hurrying his way within the large building known as the Rainbow Order. He had been recruited by the order along with another woman that had been expected to be someone as the 'Heart' of all innocence; these people had taken him in with them simply because his special 'abilities' had been known as something called innocence as well. This had not been the first time the male had heard about the order since throughout his travels; he had seen these people that had been constantly called as 'exorcists' and it had seemed as though they had their own special 'abilities' of their own in some way or another. Many times before, he had been approached by these same people as he was offered a recruitment to join their order; each time he had denied to join the whole idea of working for some kind of place like this knowing that he was going to be helping others with some kind of contract. The only reason to him finally deciding to join this time was due to how after meeting some strange beings that had a crown of what looked like stars upon their forward attack him who called themselves as Noah, once the Rainbow order had once more showed themselves to fight these very beings; the sight of how they had defended the innocent even without their contracts had finally showed that maybe not everyone in the order needed to follow simply the contracts and it depended on the exorcist.


After being brought to some unknown area across the land and even upon some large island, being stated that this was his new home and where he was going to be working. The very sight of the building itself was rather menacing at how large it was, but soon enough after being brought inside; the interior gave a rather home feeling to it that the dark haired male couldn't refuse at the time being. After that, once the very same woman who was named as Amalia spoke of how there was going to be training in a few hours or so and receiving some kind of map from her. Only after being brought to his room did the male begin to actually explore the interior of the large building itself; the only problem with this was that since the male had spent his entire life traveling the world without so much as a plan or any real direction of where he wanted to go, the whole fact that he was now given some kind of piece of paper with a large map itself of the place was rather confusing to him. "Um...how do you...read this...?" As he spoke to himself silently, he had turned the piece of paper upside down and to it's side multiple times to figure out just where he was while he continued to make his way down the path.


It wasn't until the sudden instant that he had bumped into yet another male who was wearing a completely different colored outfit did the dark haired male raise his head to notice who it was. This other male was known to the order as 'Finders', they were assistances of the exorcists out of a sort of way and were in charge of many tasks whenever an exorcist was out doing their duties. The instant the Finder had noticed the clothing of the dark haired male, he would've immediately bowed his head out of respects towards him; apologizing for bumping into an exorcist. "Oh...uhm...it's okay. Hmm...do you know, where the training room is, by any chance?" Once more, this time as the male questioned the finder who only tilted his head curiously as to how one of the exorcists were even questioning a plain finder like himself in such a way. He would've just ended up nodding his head before beginning to lead the way towards the underground training area and leaving the recruit by the door.


Once thanking the finder for the assistance, he would've simply opened the door to step inside to find himself in the massive training grounds as to where he was instructed to go. Having both of his eyes widen in utter shock; even if his dark lengthy hair had kept the left eye hidden, his crimson eye had kept widened as he began to make his way down the path before him. Noticing as to how there was another figure a bit further into the large room; the male simply made his way closer towards the figure. As he grew closer by the moment, it was only a matter of time that the sight of the figure came out to be none other than the same woman who helped recruit this very same male known as Amalia. Just as the male's name was none other then Seung Hun. Approaching the woman, he would take in a deep breath for the mere moment before he would actually decide to speak up. "Um...miss Amalia?"
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@Momoko Elwood

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[Cheshire Grin]

@happydeath


@Momoko Elwood

• Rosabella
• Ilya

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  ~*Rosabella Luciana Vargas*~
  
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  Within one of the many bedrooms of the Order, a young woman was hugging her pillow as she slept. She was very tired and everything that happened was a lot to take in. She had to leave her home and come live with people she barely knew and had to train to become stronger. The young woman didn't know how to feel, she was happy that she was going to do this and help the people, but she didn't like how she had to leave her home. A soft sigh escaped her lips before she opened her eyes slowly. Her amber hues scanned the room around her.It wasn't the best room, but at least the bed were comfortable. Her hair shifted with each movement made from her head and body as the naturally tanned young woman sat up and pulled her hair into a high ponytail, leaving her curl out by the side of her head, twitching about.
  
  
  The young woman named Rosabella stood up from her bed and started getting dressed in her favorite dress. Of course, the only difference was the fact she put on the exorcist jacket and grabbed the only reason she was here, her innocence. She placed it around her neck, attaching it onto the black cloth. She then ran out of the room, realizing that she was late. Rosabella remembered very clearly why she was here. She was the holder of an innocence the Rainbow Order was looking for, something called the Heart of Innocence. While Rosabella thought it was a trinket from her biological parents before leaving her at the orphanage, Rosabella couldn't help but wonder if this was the life her parents wanted her to have. The young Italian woman continued running through the halls, looking at her map to make sure she was going in the right direction. Of course, it was hard to write so she had to make due.
  
  
  Rosabella sighed before realizing that she was lost, there were a number of people around her who were talking amongst themselves, at least, they knew where they were going. Rosabella puffed her cheeks as she continued walking and looked around the area as she made sure to follow the map. "A-Am I going in the right direction ve~?" She asked allowed before feeling a hand on her shoulder. She jumped before quickly turning her head back and sighed heavily in relief, seeing it was Apocryphos, a protector of source. 'How did I not here him coming?' Rosabella thought for a moment before Apocryphos just smiled happily, "I sensed that you were in distress. Is something bothering you?" He asked tilting his head a bit before removing his hand from her shoulder. The Italian woman nodded, "Ye-Yes, I'm lost and I can't find the training room Miss Amalia was talking about." She started with a faint sigh.
  
  
  Apocryphos just smiled as he took Rosabella's hand and started walking in the other direction she was going in. "Well, I can tell you this now, you were heading in a dead end. The training room is in this direction, I can't go with you all the way there, but I can still point you in the direction." He stated with a soft smile. Rosabella nodded once as she continued following behind, looking around before eventually making it to a different area of the large tower. "Just go straight down those stairs and turn left, you can't see it." He tilted his head slightly before bowed and left. Rosabella waved farewell before doing as told. The dark haired before ran down the stairs and soon arrived at the Training Room as she sighed heavily. "S-Sorry I'm late ve, the bed was very comfy~" She stated before turning her head towards the older woman and the older man she had met before, just smiling nervously and a bit relived that she wasn't the only one they were waiting on.
  
  
  
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  ~*Ilya Uriah Romanov*~
  
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  Sitting in the caféteria, the young man was sitting at a table by himself as he was eating. Potatoes stuffed with cheese and bacon, just like how his mother used to make it. He licked his lips as it ate them happily, he felt like a kid again. Even though, the cook tried to make them the way his mother made and failed a bit, the man still ate them. After he had ordered another batch and thanked the cook, he looked up at the time. "Crap, I'm late. I'm never going to hear the end of it." The Russian male sighed before taking the new batch of potatoes he had with him to the training area. Licking his lips and fingers along the way.
  
  
  
  
  
  The young man's name was Ilya, Ilya Romanov. He had been in the Order for a few years, so this was like his second home. People within the Order described him as a clown, very goofy and almost took nothing serious. He loved joking around and eating. Another of his hobbies was picking with Amalia, a very close friend of his, if he could call them that. However, once there is a serious moment, he will complete change his demeanor, much like a day or so ago. They had finally found the Heart of Innocence after many leads, and Ilya could only laugh as he remembered Amalia trying to talk to the locals of Venice. Ahh, it was beautiful. Ilya purred before munching on another potato. Despite the fact he ate about six batches of potatoes, Ilya was still hungry. This mainly was because of his innocence, the Summoner's Gem. It was a parasite type and normally shared whatever food Ilya ate.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ilya had grown used to his Innocence to the point he walked around shirtless, exposing his innocence and his many scars because of it. He wasn't really asshamed of them, he knew his innocence didn't mean it. However, he didn't want to gross the people around him so he would cover as much of the scars he could with bandages. Since there were two newcomers, he decided to spare their eyes and him a lot of questions. Stuffing his sixth potato in his mouth and licking the cheese from his fingers, the Russian man jogged his way to the Training Room, taking a few shortcuts here and there. Taking his time since Amalia hated when people were late.
  
  
  
  
  
  Eventually la, made his way to the room and seen the three there. He smiled as he walked up from behind, still holding the batch of potatoes. "Aww, you guys waited for him, that is so nice of you." He said with a thick russian accent. Even though he was raised in Russia, he wasn't full Russian. He was a bit of a mutt, as he explained it, his family were most likely whores back in the day before settling completely. His mother being Russian, German and Italian, while his father was American, Japanese and Russian. He stuffed his face with another potato slice and just smiled goofy as he ate it happily.
  
  
  

 

[Momoko Elwood]

Amalia Wolfe

Amalia tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the arrival of her students. Amalia was a patient woman; she had to be, since she was always early to events. Her teacher..may he rest in peace, taught her to always arrive on time. He was strict with her, just as she was strict with her underlings. Though..she took it a bit further than Dominic- her teacher- her methods still worked. She produced strong, hardened warriors who were very flexible, literally. However, Amalia was not patient when people were late. She'd pardon then being a minute or two late, but no. All of them were late longer than that. Though she wanted to assert herself as a strong teacher that her students must listen to, the kinder part of her felt that perhaps she'd not be so cruel to her new students for their tardiness, and to let it side this time. The harsher part of her even agreed to this, but on the terms that Illya faced harder training than earlier anticipated. A cruel smile appeared on her lips, a soft chuck escaping from them; she was definitely going with that plan.


The first newbie to arrive was Seung Hun. The had called out to Amalia and grasped her attention, causing her to turn to the boy. Amalia was happy someone had finally arrived, however she was disappointed Illya wasn't here first. She suppressed a growl, not wantint to scare the boy or make him think it was for him. "Seung Hun, you're late. Everyone is late. I hope this isn't going to become a habit from you, Seung." She said, her thick German accent ever apparent. "I'm going to have to have even more of a word with everyone now."

It wasn't long before Rosabella arrived, and when the girl had, her excuse made Amalia's lips curl up into a grimace. "Rosabella Vargas, if you're going to give me an excuse, make up one that's better than that. If anyone here is going to give me an acceptable excuse, make it something that isn't piss poor like that. If you were lost, I'd of accepted that; you're new, not everyone these days seem to know how to read maps anymore, it makes sense. If you fell down a well and had to have the Finders and Lassie help you out, I might accept that. But, not that you were being lazy and staying in bed. This makes me wonder how you will fare during this training, and weather or not you'll actually wake tomorrow, or sleep in and cry about muscle pains. Next time, make yourself get up, and get here on time." She said, her tone a bit harsh. If she was going to hear excuses, she only wanted to hear good ones. She hated excuses like those, and any other terrible excuse. She wanted people to be honest, but if they had a terrible excuse, then they should at least try to make it look like they had a decent reason for being late.

Amalia let out a huff, her annoyance level rising. However, it went through the roof when Illya arrived. She turned and glared at the male, who's arms were full of potatoes and had that stupid grin on his face. Her frown deepened, and her hands balled up into tight fists. "Setting a poor example for the other students as usual, Illya. I thought this morning that perhaps I'd give a kind speech, but it's obvious that will not be happening. All of you, line up; I don't care about the order."

Amalia stepped forward a few feet, turning to face her students and greeting them with a very angry face.


"I was going to dish out our training regimen, but apparently I need to make things more clear to you all before I do so. I'm not nice, I do not coddle. I'll be even more frank, I'm what you'd call a bitch, at least on the training and battle field. I expect you to be here on time, with only a few minutes to spare after the set time. Being on time is important, extremely so in fact; Especially when it comes to this job. Bare this in mind through your time here. I'm not only harsh, but my training is too. Prepare your mind and body for this experience, it won't be easy. If you think this is bad, wait until you're on the field."





Her eyes immediately went to Illya. "You. Either throw out your damn potatoes, or shove them down any orifice you can within the next two minutes. Secondly, you were the latest, so you get to do Yoga with me today. We get to show our new teammates how it's done, and you get to be an example on how to fight the hard bots. Prepare yourself, Romanov, today will be your harshest yet."
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[Cheshire Grin]

• Rosabella
• Ilya

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  ~*Rosebella Luciana Vargas*~
  
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  Rosebella blinked once, looking towards the tall woman ahead of her. 'Why is she so tall?' The tanned skin female thought to herself before Amalia had turned her attention from Seung to her. Her curl twitched a bit as she was starting to be scolded at by the German woman, saying that her excuse of shit. Rosebella's puffed her cheeks before sticking her tongue out towards her, crossing her arms before looking away a bit. "Of course I was lost, Apa-...Acra-...Aba-...Apocryphos, sí that was his name. He had to show me where to go, you all really need to fix the layout of this place." She stated before relaxing her posture a bit. Of course, she was still a bit miffed towards Amalia before she spoke up again. "You try sleeping on nothing but hard surfaces, poorly made beds and cardboard boxes. Then I will be willing to hear your complaining." Rosebella spat before taking a few deep breaths. She had to remember, Amalia wasn't that man. She wasn't like him.
  
  
  
  
  
  It would be long until her eyes shifted behind Amalia seeing that Ilya was walking up. She couldn't help but to let out a little giggle. Even though she had just met everyone, she could tell that Ilya was going to be a very funny person. As far as she could tell. Ilya seemed to have spoken up about them having had waited for someone, who, she wasn't too sure who though. Amalia started speaking up, saying that that Ilya was setting a poor example for the newer recruits, how so? He was eating, it's kind of hard to force someone to stop eating. If he was hungry, it can't really be helped. Hearing that training was going to be harsh, Rosebella's body started to ache, the training hadn't been start and she was tired. 'This is going to be a long day.' She sighed mentally to herself as she placed her arms behind her back.
  
  
  
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  ~*Ilya Uriah Romanov*~
  
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  Ilya had wanted up towards the group as he looked towards them with a smile on his face, holding the potatoes close to him as he continued eating. He arched a brow looking towards Amalia as his smile just remained on his face, scratching the back of his head before puffing his lips, "Da, sorry I was late. I had a situation to deal with and I had let to get something to eat. I just didn't pat attention to the time." He started as he ate another potato. He would fall silent once against as she started speaking, talking about how the training was going to very harsh and cruel. Ilya rolled his eyes once before walking over towards the others and stood there in the line that she wanted. It was the least he could do since he was late.
  
  
  He continued listening until he heard that he was going to be joining Amalia in intense yoga. He just straight faced before a laugh escaped her lips, "Oh my goodness, you are insane. I am not going that with you. I don't have the benefit of limber limps like you. Bit I will be more than happy to watch you do the yoga poses." He snickered as his grin spread on his lips. Rosabella blinked once as she shivered her golden hues in Ilya's direction before letting out a quiet snicker. His obvious flirting was obvious, and it was beautiful. Once the talking was done and Amalia had told him to get rid of the potatoes, since that wasn't going to happen he just plopped on the floor near the door and started eating them. "Well, I am more hungry than anything right now. I didn't think I was going to be on the roof for that long. Either way, I am almost done." He started before shoving another potato in his mouth.
  
  
  

 

[Nothingness]

Seung Hun

Standing there before the tall woman named as Amalia as she had stated that she had hoped for his lateness not to become a habit of his. The only response that the young dark blonde haired male would give in response was simply a shake of his head at first. Knowing well enough that after a while of living in this new unknown place, he would soon enough be used to his surroundings and learn the layout of the entire Order in general. For now, as he had stood there; awaiting for the others to make an appearance; the next to make a show was none other then the very female that the Order seemed to had been after this entire time, The Heart. Rather then even bothering to speak to this other woman let alone the next male who had stepped in that seemed to had been aquatinted with Amalia; Seung had simply remained silent as he listened to the words that were being exchanged for the next few moments before him.


It wasn't until the woman had stated something about being out on the field was going to be tougher then the training that the tall woman was going to give them was like that Seung had actually taken his attention a bit more fully on what was being said. As it had sounded and from what was experienced the first time the male had seen these people in action did the blonde haired male realize that these people had been the ones that fought against the very strange creatures that Seung had seen every so often whenever he was traveling from one place to another. Already knowing well enough the weird creatures known as 'Akuma' were rather difficult and monstrous to the very definition, this had only caused Seung to become all the more curious and yet confused about what kind of training they would be given.