a wonderful surprise /aalekh

[ERIKA GRAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 300px solid #00BBFF;]'CAUSE WHEN YOU[/style] [style=text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'RE A WONDERFUL SURPRISE.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 1.0; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/vtOKk.jpg); float: left;] [/style] Erika Gray held the glass tube at eye level with a test tube holder and swirled it gently as she watched the content turned from completely transparent gradually into a mixture of blue and purple. A mass of bubbles started fizzing from the bottom of the test tube, but the reaction quickly died down before the bubbles had a chance of overflowing. Well, trial number sixty-nine seems to be the most stable so far… Electric blue eyes scrutinized the contained liquid – which was now pink – for another few seconds before putting it back on the rack along with trial number thirty-two to sixty-eight. The ones before that were… not that fortunate to have a solid remain for her to put. The young scientist gave the ground a kick and sent herself to the opposite end of the long table on her wheeled office chair, then started to jot down her observations with lines of indistinguishable scribbles. How long had she been going at the same experiment now? hours? Days? The albino couldn’t even remember the last time she closed her eyes for more than ten seconds. It must’ve been days since she had seen lights that weren’t fluorescent or from an explosion. Yet this new creation of hers was still going nowhere by the looks of it. Erika ruffled her hair and let out a frustrated groan. Not that she was gonna give it up, but the lack of progress was definitely putting a dent in her enthusiasm. Before she could get started on trial number seventy, a knock was heard from the door. Well, she might as well take a break from all this since there’s a visitor now. “Come in. The door’s not locked.” Erika called out as she took off her goggles and got started on fixing her hair, which just might as well be a large mess of white tumbleweed by now. “I had been expecting a visit. Do you have my package?” She had ordered something - a small box of limited edition handmade chocolate - from Belgium just before she got started on the experiment, but it was suppose to arrive at least three days after receiving the order….. oh shit, did that mean she had been in this room for at least two days now? No wonder she was feeling so hungry. “Oh, please try not to step on anything.” Erika reminded the visitor while trying to comb out the mess that was her hair back into a waterfall of liquid silver, completely oblivious the difficulty of such task considering the amount of blueprints, loose papers, and just random junk in general that littered the floor. Finally done decided that she was now somewhat presentable, the albino turned around in her chair to see just who was brave enough to step into her lab of all places. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: AALEKH | WORDS: 460ISH | NOTES: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING ; n ;[/style][/style]

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[AALEKH KASWALA]

[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;] Aalekh had been sent out to deliver a box of chocolates to one of the order's clergymen. He had absolutely no idea what clergymen did and the only real hint he had gotten from some guy down the hallway was that it had to do with science-y stuff and Aalekh's dealings with exorcism involved science were close to nothing. He hadn't been too much of a science person and didn't really have an affinity for that type of thing but that was a thought for another day as he stopped at his destination rapping the door waiting silently for an answer. A voice from the other side invited him in and so he obliged opening the door. He was treated to a mess of vials and books even some test papers all littering the floor and everything else inside the small room. It seemed like a tornado had passed through here and tossed everything everwhere. It was a wonder how someone kept things organized in such an area, it hardly seemed fit for a scientist. Unless of course the woman in front of her was some kind of mad scientist if that was the case this was perfect but that sort of thing was hard to imagine. "yeah I got your package right here. Where would you like it placed?" at first glance his host seemed to awfully disheveled and looked like she had been shut in here for days but maybe that was the look she was going for. Aalekh had a bag full of groceries on him and decided he would make some small talk to find out what she did in the order, he was still trying to find out everything about the order and this seemed a good place to start as any. She warned him not step on anything and he followed those orders. "This place seems rather nice, so what do you do here." Aalekh asked while following her to wherever she was going while in that chair of hers. Aalekh's bag of groceries dangled of his left arm a small bowl of microwavable ramen peeking out. Aalekh had plans to eat that bowl of ramen as soon as he finished his small task here. He wondered why the other rookies didn't take the job offer. Even if he had just arrived it didn't seem that bad of a job. She then abruptly stopped and swiveled in her chair facing Aalekh and looking at him as if trying to asses who had stepped into her room. Aalekh looked her back in the eyes which were practically electric blue. He kinda liked her eyes they went well with the whole albino thing. "You have nice eyes." He said calmly it was a mere compliment and nothing more, it wasn't even an attempt to hit on her. "Oh and I have to give you these box of chocolates do you want them anywhere in particular?" [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[ERIKA GRAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 300px solid #00BBFF;]'CAUSE WHEN YOU[/style] [style=text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'RE A WONDERFUL SURPRISE.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 1.0; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/vtOKk.jpg); float: left;] [/style] She could hear someone approaching her. His voice was one that the young scientist failed to recognize. Fresh blood, huh? Figures. Erika smirked to herself as she continued to rid her hair of its tangles and knots. Those who had hung around in the Black Order long enough usually took caution to stay as far from this room as they possibly could in fear for their dear lives. “Well, y’know, Innocence related research and development, giving them a little tweak from time to time to make sure they’re working alright. The works. sometimes akuma related stuff too but the exorcists rarely ever bring back samples suitable for experimentation. ” The scientist replied in her usual cheerful, nonchalant tone, “I also have my own little projects on the side, if you’re interested~” Erika finished off and whipped her chair around to face the brave – and very much naive – soul that was kind enough to bring the female her sugary treats. She shot him a cat-like grin at the compliment about her eyes. “Awww, now aren’t you sweet?” She took a second to get a good look at the male’s face with much curiosity, then gave him another smile. “Your eyes are a lovely color, too. A little like……nice, rich, dark chocolate, if you really want a comparison.” And speaking of chocolate… “Oh, I actually plan to eat some right away, so you can just leave them right here.” She tapped lightly on the table top beside her, and then decided she should get to know the newbie better. “You’re welcomed to join me if you’re not in a rush or anything.” It was never anything personal. She just made it a habit to get to know each and every one of her colleagues in the Black Order so she could find a suitable experimental subject when she needs one. “I almost forgot!” She clapped her palms together before holding one towards the dark haired male for a handshake. “Erika Leslie Gray, Science department. And you are?” [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: AALEKH | WORDS: 000 | NOTES: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING ; n ;[/style][/style]

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[AALEKH KASWALA]

[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;] Aalekh listened to her with the utmost priority, everything she said was being jotted down mentally. She mentioned that most exorcists never brought back suitable samples of Akuma. What kind of experiments with Akuma could further the research in innocence? There was no use pondering the question since he really had no idea how any of this really worked, he had the basics of innocence down but the rest of it was complicated. She also mentioned another project she may have been working on. "If you want I can let you accompany me on a mission if you would like to observe them. Oh and what is this side project you're talking about?"\ She seemed to take the observation well as she gave him a smile. She made her own observation and he gave her a polite smile back. "I think that's just the craving for chocolate speaking but i do enjoy dark chocolate." She asked told him he could join if he wasn't in a rush and he wasn't so he put his box of chocolates on the tabletop and setup his lunch next to it. He pulled out a small can of soda and a large back of chips with a side of dips. It was probably the most unhealthy thing he could eat but it tasted delicious so who was he to not eat it. He made sure not spill any crumbs. She gave her name which was Erika, it was a fine name and he kinda like it. "Well Erika my name is Aalekh Kaswala, I'm an exorcist but hey feel free to call me rookie, everyone else does." He said in his same laid back and respectful manner, it was hard to get a real crack in how he acted all the time. Some people got bugged by his always mellow and chill mood. "Well anyways more about that project you had on the side, it sounds very interesting." [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[ERIKA GRAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 300px solid #00BBFF;]'CAUSE WHEN YOU[/style] [style=text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'RE A WONDERFUL SURPRISE.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 1.0; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/vtOKk.jpg); float: left;] [/style] “Ohhh, that doesn’t sound half bad actually!” Her eyes glistened at his suggestion, sending him a playful wink. “I’ll hold you to that!” An offer like this was usually frowned upon, since most scientist won’t last a second on the battle field. but you see, Erika never considered herself as most scientist. Ninety-five percent of her ancestors served in the military. If not, their occupations were still somehow tied to warfare. She was practically born to be on the frontline. It was really a shame she didn’t have what it took to be an exorcist, so fighting akuma was off the list. But it didn’t mean she couldn’t snatch a body part or two from them. She watched as he started taking out his own lunch from a plastic bag. Ah, junk food. As a scientist she should really be scolding him about such an unhealthy diet; but as an American at heart she actually felt a little closer to the boy just by seeing the chips. Weird how food could bring people together sometimes. Erika shrugged to herself and decided to get started on her own lunch. Like most times her meals were always something sugary and could possibly rot your teeth to the root. In today’s case – chocolates. “Aalekh…” She repeated his names. It sounded middle-eastern, or Asian, she really couldn’t tell from his facial features because he looked like both. Erika made a mental note to pull out his files later and check on that. “Well, rookie, it seems like you’re fitting in pretty well in the Order, getting a nickname already and everything!” She had been here for six years and no one ever bothered giving her a nickname…… on second thought, none was probably better than “that crazy girl in the science department”, which Erika was sure how she was referred to in most conversations. Not that she was bothered by it – since sometimes even she questions her own sanity – but having someone saying that to her face was a totally different thing. The scientist’s spirit perked up at the boy’s interest in her works. “Ah, weapons mostly! For the finders to use for self defense. But I always have to tune everything down whenever I finish a new design because apparently the originals are too destructive for public use and not within my funding.” She raised her hands to make air quotes, before picking out a square of almond-topped chocolate from the box of assorted sweets and popping it into her mouth. The chocoholic mmmm’d as it melted on her tongue. “I can show you some if you want? …probably something else though, the weapons in here are all prototypes, and not really suited for indoors…” The girl offered, with the chocolate in the side of her mouth much like a hamster or chipmunk. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: AALEKH | WORDS: 000 | NOTES: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING ; n ;[/style][/style]

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[AALEKH KASWALA]

[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;] It seemed she would take him up on the offer. He didn't expect to really have her help him fight but if she could reveal more information about the Akuma than that was enough for him. He didn't see Scientists doing much at all except for throwing around odd colored vials and stuff happening because of them. Now that he thought about it scientist's seemed hella lethal, they could just throw acid and bam problem solved. Hopefully she would at least be of some use to him during a fight. She would at least have more of an idea on what an Akuma's weak point would be. "I would feel guilty if I didn't keep my word." Aalekh silently watched her eat her chocolates. It was kind of cute in but it was more like she looked like a hamster eating that chocolate. Hamsters eating chocolate were kind of cute so she was kind of cute. In a rodenty kind of way but voicing that opinion out loud was kind of subject to a whole spectrum of misconceptions. So he decided to keep his opinion to himself. If he did voice it out loud he saw strange and terrible things happening to him in the future. She repeated his name like most people did. He was Asian and had a few features that resembled someone of that descent but he was also Indian and as such people had a hard time figuring out what he was. His name didn't help either, it was nowhere near common and even a little vague. If you were too find someone with his name that would be a miracle in its own right. "Rookie isn't a preferred nickname of mine but it grows on you. Speaking of nicknames I'm going to give you one... Sweets." It took him some pondering but he finally settled on sweets, if only for her sweet tooth. Aalekh was intrigued by the next few words that came out fo sweets mouth. Aalekh hadn't wielded any sort of weapon in a long time and hearing of these projects he felt his hand twitch involuntarily. He may have tried swordplay when he was younger and not an exorcist. "Now that seems lovely, I don't understand why the black order wouldn't give funding to such projects." and he wasn't just saying that because he wanted to blow shit up. "I would love to see some and hey if you let me borrow one and test it out, I'll use it tomorrow on my first mission. I'm sure you want to take some of them for a spin." He gave her a playful wink. He was sure she would take the invitation to try on of her babies out, who wouldn't?[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[ERIKA GRAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 300px solid #00BBFF;]'CAUSE WHEN YOU[/style] [style=text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'RE A WONDERFUL SURPRISE.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 1.0; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/vtOKk.jpg); float: left;] [/style]“Sweets?” The female pointed a finger at herself and blinked in surprise. “Haha, I guess it goes great with my whole sugar rush scene.” Erika giggled when the new nickname finally sunk in. Normally Erika wasn’t used to being called by anything but her name, but this could be an interesting change. Much to her delight, Aalekh seemed to be quite supportive about her projects. Erika nodded eagerly in agreement. “I know right?! Well, not like they can stop me just by cutting my funding, but it’s totally not fair. I’m sure it a violation of my freedom of creativity…… or something like that.” The scientist wasn’t too sure if there is even such thing as freedom of creativity. But if not, there certainly should be. The offer of taking one of her weapons out for a test run was what really got her excited., light cyan eyes were practically sparkling with glee. “oh-my-god! That’ll be awesome!” Erika faked a cough when she realized her voice sounded like a peppy schoolgirl and probably an octave too high to be her own. “I mean, I have the perfect one in mind.” She stood up and maneuvered through the mess that was her lab with expertise, pulled out a silver briefcase from under a pile of boxes near the corner, and hopped back to the boy smiling like a cat that caught the canary. Settling back to her seat, Erika laid the case on her laps and started entering the combination for the small lock. “So, this one right here is what I call the Phoenix revolver. Weighs 1502 grams, 194 millimeters long, .44 caliber. It’s based on an earlier design but I tweaked it a bit to increase range.” She explained to him as she opened the case and turned it around for the exorcist to see. Inside the case lay a silver swing-out revolver with red and black accents, along with two six-shot speedloaders. “This beauty works just like a normal revolver; the magic is in the bullets.” Erika pointed a pale digit at the bullets attached to the speedloader. Rather than metal, it seemed to be made out of a glass-like material. She picked it up and carefully pulled a single bullet out of the loader, holding it up at the male so he could see it under the light. “The shell is made of reinforced glass, designed to shatter only upon a certain level impact. And the two different chemicals inside will immediately mix together and react with the oxygen in the atmosphere, and then- BOOM!” She threw her hands up to mimic an explosion. “so you can say it’s a… flame thrower in bullet form? The theoretical range of the explosion should be 3 meters in radius, unless you go to a higher altitude with less oxygen in the air. ” All of the science involved usually confuses her listeners, so the young scientist decided to gave the guy a super-duper-condensed version. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: AALEKH | WORDS: 000 | NOTES: this is so rambly. and that weapon makes no sense[/style][/style]

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[AALEKH KASWALA]

[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;] "Well your sweet tooth was the basis of the whole name." He gave his own laugh. He hadn't seen many people who's sole diet was the consumption of such sugary delights such as the infamous cupcake. He actually half expected her to reveal a stash of cupcakes and other sugary delights that she kept as an "emergency". Aalekh was getting sidetracked against as his mind was now filled with scrumptious muffins and chocolate brownies. He had to mentally remind himself to snap out of it. She nodded eagerly before beginning her rambling. Aalekh honestly didn't mind that much but it was kind of odd to hear someone so annoyed. He wasn't really accustomed to the sound of annoyance since he did an outstanding job at doing tasks given to him. Especially in kindergarten, they even gave him a gold star. In recent years as he had been aging people had been getting less and less please with his work, it was more or less heartbreaking to hear such words. He made it his goal about two seconds ago to do the best job possible on this test run, even if he should perish or suffer from bodily harm he would fulfill this testing. Then sweets squealed and it reminded him of when people actually thought everything he did was worthwhile, those were the days for sure. The glee in her eyes reminded him of all that happiness he brought to people. Suddenly out of nowhere he decided he would try his hardest to make him happy. The day he had joined the order everything he tried to do was met with scoffs and "that's the best you can do". It frankly made him feel like he didn't do enough to contribute. That smile brought back some hope. Aalekh was surprised she didn't pull out a cupcake but instead a gun, a cool looking one too. Aalekh really didn't pay attention to her words as he did the animations she made. She really did look like a mad scientist when she talked, it was pretty cool. She held up one of the bullets and he noticed the glass like appearance to it. He assumed that the trick was in some kind of chemical mixture. After all making a prototype didn't just consist of turning a bullet into glass. What kind of awesome defense weapon was that? What you needed was an explosion. Aalekh zoned off for the rest of the explanation only listening to the word boom and getting gist of the it. "Falme thrower's and explosions, I like it." Aalekh took the revolver out of the case and put it in his own pocket. "I'll test this out for you and hey maybe you can get a few bits of Akuma from it." He gave her a wink. (So yeah the titanic theme came on and Aalekh got all sentimental, don't know why.) [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[ERIKA GRAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 300px solid #00BBFF;]'CAUSE WHEN YOU[/style] [style=text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'RE A WONDERFUL SURPRISE.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 1.0; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/vtOKk.jpg); float: left;] [/style]The destructive nature of the weapon she had chosen seemed to be what appealed the young exorcist them most. Erika somehow didn’t find that too surprising, since the rookie seemed to be still in his teens by the looks of it. Blowing things up always had lured young boys’ attention……wait, was it just her or did that came out a little wrong? …Whatever. The last sentence from the rookie caused Erika to chuckle lightly, “I’m looking forward to it!” Although a good percentage of the targets she tested on were pretty much charred to the core, but akumas were suppose to be made from a material only innocence could destroy completely. So the albino was pretty optimistic about it. “Oh, yeah… not saying it will happen, but if nothing comes out after you fire and you’re pretty sure the gun is not blank, just chuck it to nearest enemy and find something to duck behind.” She warned him in a tone as if they were talking about today’s weather and not some fatal and very much experimental munition that has a chance of backfiring on its user. “The bullet is most likely jammed in the barrel. But since it’s not as exposed to air it should give you a few seconds to run for your life.” She nodded reassuringly and shot the male a lighthearted, radiant smile. It wasn’t as if it’s a guaranteed mishap – it certainly never happened before, for this one at least – but since there was still a slight chance of occurrence Erika felt somewhat obligate to give boy that piece of info. Y’know, because of her moral as an inventor and stuff. She picked up another piece from the rectangular box as she finished her first one. “So, first mission huh? Did they tell you what it’s about yet?” Erika asked with curiosity, chewing on the milk chocolate, “or are you getting the briefing tomorrow?” [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: AALEKH | WORDS: 000 | NOTES: aalekh can look forward to that second degree burn /shot[/style][/style]

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[AALEKH KASWALA]

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[/color] He replied with a hint of excitement. It seemed like a lot of fun just shooting the gun and blowing stuff up. It was the dream or at least it felt like the dream. He simply kept on eating his chip thinking of his first mission, with the added benefit of having an awesome revolver that makes shit blow up. That was the life for sure.

Aalekh listened intently to the flaw that sweets was no describing. Inside his mind was screaming how terrible of an idea this was but in his heart he just thought of blowing shit up. It was funny how following his heart was a terrible idea right about now and the worst idea would be to take her on this trip with this gun. "doesn't sound that bad, I'm still in." If his mind was a person it would be screaming at him because of how much of a dumbass he was. Plus she smiled at him. Smile's made everything ten times less deadly, or at least he liked to believe that.

"Actually I've been briefed already." Aalekh suddenly got a text and reached in pulling out his phone. "Looks like it's my turn to exit the stage, meet me at Russian tomorrow." Aalekh tossed her some plane tickets. He was actually leaving today but had decided to do this last task. He was glad he done it. "When you get to the airport you'll have your own private jet. I'll meet you there, lso I gave you two tickets, you can come with me on my flight or you can take the one tomorrow if you want to get ready and pack or something." Aalekh turned towards the door and walked out, he had kind of been dangerously close to missing his own flight. The tickets were for the two people he would choose as his partner. He was confident enough to only have chosen one.

//exit

(You can just follow him out and we can rp a small part of the flight, or you can just skip that and let Aalekh meet you at the airport in Russia.)


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[ERIKA GRAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 300px solid #00BBFF;]'CAUSE WHEN YOU[/style] [style=text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'RE A WONDERFUL SURPRISE.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 1.0; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/vtOKk.jpg); float: left;] [/style]The scientist caught the falling tickets between two fingers before they have a chance of landing on her face. “Russia, huh?” Erika held the pieces of paper in her hand and quickly scanned its content. “I have never been to Russia before.” She thought out loud and stared at the plane tickets for another few seconds, weighing her options, before lifting her gaze from the tiny fonts and back to the tanned male before her. “I’ll meet up with you tomorrow I guess,” She replied with a cheeky grin, jabbing a thumb at the racks of test tubes she was previously working on, “there’s that I need to take care of before going to anywhere. And quite a few reports to hand in, now that I think about it.” If only she could find it… cat-like eyes darted from corner to corner in attempt to remember where exactly did she put those reports. When she realized the search wasn’t going anywhere, the girl sighed and decided to leave that for later. “Anyways, Do vstrechi, rookie~” Said the albino as Aalekh left the room, waving the tickets in her hand. She was pretty sure that was Russian for see you tomorrow or something…… Shifting her body to face the desk once again, Erika put the box of chocolate on her lap so she could make room for her laptop. A few windows popped up as slender digits moved swiftly across the keyboard, accessing the Black Order’s database and quickly pulled out the profile of Aalekh Kaswala. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: AALEKH | WORDS: 000 | NOTES: kay. this one's wrapped up. let's get that mission started~ [/style][/style]

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