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Dias shook his head as Admalia talked to him, his eyes settled on the woods behind her. "Right, a vampire. And vampires just like to stroll through parks and eat people, eh? Come on! There's no such thing as a vampire! Stop giving me these excuses and start telling me the truth! I'd like to know a little more about the church I'm working for. And why exactly do 'they' want to end the church? Is this some kind of conspiracy?"

Name: doesn't have one
Species: lost soul
Weapon(s): none
Power(s): draining touch, shards of entropy, move through the void, entropic sheild, incorporeality and poisonous touch.
True Physical Description: transparent image of a boy with short black hair, white/greyish skin, horrible scars, and wrapped in a burial cloth. he has a third eye on his forhead. appears about 14
How You Appear: (Same as above)
Weakness(es): an appaling vulerablity to healing energy; cannot touch sugar (oddly enough), holy water or anything else that has been blessed, and cannot manifest himself in an area that is well lit.

((Sorry about the delayed post! sweatdrop ))

Dias grit his teeth as Admalia scolded him. He seemed to be getting it nonetheless. As Admalia ended her little speech, Dias stepped forth, his eyes set on Admalia's. "And tell me, then... Who will protect us? Are we to give our lives for these hapless people? They deserve to die if they cannnot defend themselves like us! I say let them die!"

((I'm reminded of the quote from Firefly, "If someone tries to kill you, you kill them right back."))



'Protect you'? I don't get it; I thought the Mary Rose members were fighting the 'creatures', not cowering from them. What is he doing out here if he can't or won't fight? He's a liability. he thought idly, as Dias was chewed out by Admalia. Whatever, looks like she's done.

Stan simply followed Admalia as she stalked off.
I thought we weren't supposed to leave members out alone...
Pff, some assignment this has been, our team's scattered to hell.
"Where are we going?" he asked her.

I wonder if Dias is still influenced by that Vampire? Eh, might as well ask her. he thought.
He leaned towards Admalia and asked in a low voice "Do you think that Vampire is still messing with his head?"

Dias shrunk back as Rhina talked. What was this about being orphaned by them? Denying in his head the link to those creatures and his parents death, he slowly backed away from her.

Before he knew it, Rhina had left him alone in the dark. He shivered as the night drew upon him like the cold that now creeped up his back. Blind, afraid, Dias stumbled down the darkened pathway until he made his way to a small clearing. In the center, an inky black mass of, from what Dias could tell, water. Probably a pond.

Dias drew close to its side, his now shaking right hand upon the water. Scooping up a bit of it, he poured it on the ground to his side. Cupping his hands over it, sparks of green light ushered forth. He pulled away his hands to reveal a small grouping of luminous fungi. While the light was dim, it was bright enough to reveal the shadow infront of Dias.

"Who are you?", called the frightened teenager as the shadow drew closer to him. Dias held his head as whispers invaded his mind. ~You are a fool to leave the church grounds. And yet you have not done what I asked! For that, you shall feel more pain than you did in that church!!!~

Dias whimpered as the shadow dissapeared, tears streaking down his cheeks. He breathed heavily as pain invaded his senses. How much longer could he resist these urges? Resist this control? The temptation of releasing this pain was all too clear to Dias as he plunged himself into the pond.

The light in the pond fades to black, an eerie sort of emptiness that one can only be called ominous. Shadows pervaded all through the park, shrouding the land into an inky blackness that was as natural as Hell breaking loose. Energy and darkness seemed to drain out from the trees, from the grass, from the small animals and bushes, killing the lot of them.

"I will not be denied my life!!!"

Primal shouts screamed silently into the minds of those awakened enough to hear the sound of this brand of evil. An image began to from itself from the fouled life drained from the park, roughly humanoid, but small, like an adolescent.

"I AM ALIVE!!!!"

The remainder of the energy rushed forward like to a black hole and a sick sort of calm pervaded. A transparent figure of a boy in grey, clothed in its burial clothes floated above the pond, as naturally as if it was standing on solid ground.

"You... You already sicken me. You throw away this thing I must steal, you swine, you'll pay before you die!"

The ghostly boy Vanished and reappeared in a tree, with Dias on the branch. "Did you hear me you selfish b*****d!? You will not die yet, I'm not through with you."

"Get back, he's mine!!! Who are you, his mother? You should have taught him better the value his life can have in some markets, a young one like this, his soul is quite expensive." The specter floated down, ignoring solid matter, nearing Rhina. He was small in stature, his skin a transparent grey, his eyes pure white and unclothed. He exuded a primal sort of desperation off of him like sweat, a need to survive that would not be denied.

((Heh, yeah. That used to happen to me too. Try having people misspell your name on top of that. xd Well, I figure it's high time I got my chars in here. *Boots char in*))

One pointed ear twitched. Something was wrong. Black eyes slowly opened, giving up hope of sleep, for now. A rather odd figure raised himself from the bottom of a gazebo in the park. Said figure brushed himself off, headed towards the dark feeling in the back of his mind.