-- that don't kill me (c)

[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/EJS4.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/EJS4.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]"Innocence - level two, activate." No matter what people said, Angeline wasn't a slacker; sure, she liked to treat the world as one big joke, because really, amidst flying bullets and flying demons, who wouldn't want it all to be a joke instead of reality? She just didn't want to spend whatever time she had off the battlefield, as though she were on it, so it wasn't her fault if she tended to treat people a little less seriously than they'd like to be taken, now was it? Besides - what time she didn't spend out on missions, she spent here, in the training rooms, and maybe a little other time for sleeping. Angeline didn't really understand it herself, either; sitting still on breaks had her on edge, as though it wasn't something she was supposed to be doing. Then again, she'd been here as a child - in such a malleable age, she'd spent her days training and witnessing deaths, so really, it wasn't all that surprising what she'd become. Sometimes, she wished things were different - that she'd been allowed to have a childhood, that she wasn't here right then, eyes trained on the faux akuma floating in front of her, that she wasn't twisting aside to avoid the bullet it shot out- "Returning circlet."

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And as the glowing, glassy blue ring flew from the neck of Fantamir, and barreled straight through the mock-Akuma, Angeline could only sigh. It was such a pity then, wasn't it, that this wasn't a dream, nor a game nor a joke?

The blue ring returned to settle about Fantamir's neck, who slithered through the air to land softly at Angeline's feet.

It really wasn't fair.

But who gave a damn, anyway?

[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Peter Fox]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]I AM KING OF THE WORLD.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]"Level one, activate ,". The words slipped from his lips easily, feeling the metal of his dog tags change beneath his fingertips, before becoming what had been trained to wield. The halberd within his hand was what had brought him to this place, brought him to the order. The weapon was the reason he risked his life on missions, spend his days training than out like a teenager was supposed to be. But, now he was here, he honestly couldn't see himself in any other position. He couldn't see himself being anything other than an exorcist. It had taken over his life, and he had welcomed it. Becoming an Exorcist was the duty of anybody that was found to be compatible with one of the many fragments of Innocence, and he was. Terra Firma was a weapon only he could use, and a weapon that developed along side him. As the metal all but vibrated beneath his fingers, he exhaled and fixed his gaze upon the fake floating in front of him. The bulbous balloon resembled an Akuma, but it wasn't that hard to feel the difference. Just in the air, there wasn't that feeling of a true battle. Sure, you could feel it coming of the other Exorcists training, but it was nothing like the buzz one felt when fighting for their own life. He pushed forward, sweeping to the side as a bullet flew past his side, before bringing the Innocence upward. The fake Akuma let out a sound, as it's body was cut into, before he brought it crashing into the ground with the hook side of the blade. The sound rang out as it collided, louder than he had been intending. He turned his gaze upward, bring his gaze around, half expecting at least one annoyed look to be directed his way. His features were drawn in the usual expression he wore, whether in battle or training, it was always that serious look in his eye.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/EJS4.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/EJS4.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]When she heard the sound, Angeline immediately turned around, eyes nearly dilating as they searched for the source – she was on a battlefield, now, surrounded by creatures she was supposed to take down, real or not; her senses were still in overdrive. Likewise, Fantamir swiveled to come circle about his accommodator, making an arc in front of her- -and then her eyes fell upon the exorcist, and her brow quirked in surprise. Someone was in the stadium with her? In her knowledge, usually this was a one-person deal, despite the large size – since, well, the pseudo monsters often did get messy and out of hand, as did the exorcists. Either he was extremely brave, careless – or he simply hadn’t seen her. But now she’d seen him. Quirking her lips into a bright smile, Angeline waved an arm. ”Heeeeey,” she greeted, despite not recognizing the other figure at all. Then again, it wasn’t as though she exactly knew many people around the Order, given that she was often running off to places, but still. She was a friendly person, as those who’ve met her quickly realized. No harm in meeting another one, hm? ”Itching to train so bad you couldn’t even wait till I was done, huh?” she laughed, a teasing tone laced in her words. She stepped forward, then, and Fantamir shifted with her, moving in slow, idle circles just above her head, weaving in and out of the air in his serpentine form. ”Nice move,” she finally commented, eyeing the sword in his hand – how large. And traditional – nice. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Peter Fox]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]I AM KING OF THE WORLD.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]How the hell had he missed her? Blue eyes focused rather swiftly on the movement, a trained reaction he‘d probably have until his dying days. Movement tended to mean a threat or a team mate, neither of which could really be ignored. However, Peter had been in such a rush to get started he hadn‘t even checked to make sure the room was free. He‘d just wanted to get some practice in, he‘d been skipping it more than he had realized. As he looked at her, he felt that sinking realization that he knew the woman he was sharing the training facility with, not that she would know him. General Windsor, most well known because of the young age with which she had taken the position of General. ” Hey,” Peter responded, managing to smile slightly. Play it cool. Didn’t want to get on a Generals bad side. As she commented on his impatience, he allowed his smile to widen slightly, bringing a hand to rub the back of his neck. It was a nervous trait, or embarrassment. Most people tended to find it the former, but making a fool, at least partially, of yourself in front of a figure in her position didn’t exactly reflect well upon him. ” I, er, yeah. Sorry about that. I didn’t even think to check before rushing in here ,” Peter added, a small laugh leaving his lips. He shifted his hold on Terra Firma, allowing the blunt end to rest on the floor, whilst keeping his grip firm. He didn‘t really want to risk dropping it, that would just be humiliating, wouldn‘t it? ” And thank you. It‘s one of the biggest upsides I‘ve found to a Halberd. It‘s not just a blade that can be worked with, but a hook as well ,” Peter said, his gaze moving from the girl to the dragon weaving through the air. He had heard of the dragon, although never had the honour of seeing it up close and personal.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/EJS4.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/EJS4.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline watched with curious, rounded blue eyes as he rose a hand to rub at the back of his neck, almost sheepishly. He seemed uncomfortable, shifting this way and that, a death grip on his innocence, and Angeline tilted her head to the side in response. Did she make him feel uncomfortable? The sadistic side in her reveled in the idea, but she supposed that it wasn’t a good thing, to make others nervous- -was it? ”Don’t worry about it,” she laughed it off, waving a hand airily about her head; to be honest, when she’d teased him a moment earlier, she’d really been doing only that – teasing. She didn’t mind, really, nor did she really care. Hey, if a soldier wanted to get in more practice, well, good for him, eh? Who was she to stop the growing bond between a boy and his weapon on the battlefield? Angeline honestly hadn’t been intending on putting the guy so on edge. Her glance moved to the gleaming sword in his hand at his next words, trailing across the steel body of the object – it was almost obnoxiously wide and large; did his Innocence include the capability of lifting it, or was that his own personal training? Curiosity aside, her eyes caught the small movement of his gaze as the other moved it to her own Innocence, currently drifting through the air about her. As though on instinct, Fantamir ducked his head closer, whereupon Angeline rested her head lightly on his head – she patted it once, twice on the cheek, grinning cheekily. ”I’m Angeline Windsor and this-“ Fantamir swiveled his head to bear silvery ice eyes upon the male, ”is Fantamir.” Angeline leaned in, a grin still tugging on her lips. ”Wanna touch him?” Fantamir turned to give her a reproachful stare – as though to try to convey that really, he was an entity that ought to be above the childish actions of petting and being touched- Angeline only smiled wider. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]