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Marcus hesitated again. "I don't know. To talk, I guess. I should explain. . . what happened." He walked outward, palms facing Ixidor. Why am I doing this?

Haven't watched it yet, but still planning on participating. This and whichever Fate anime it is (Stay/Night or Zero) are at the top of my waiting list.

*Ares

Lionel simply released the Druddigon without waiting for advice. "I didn't peg you as the hands-on type. Anyway, you need to prove to your Druddigon that you are most definitely in charge. Dragons respect power, and you need to demonstrate some."

"Oh, lovely. I'm not a fan of prison cells, though, so I'm afraid I will need to decline your request." Allen took a step forward, appearing to move away from the wall he had nearly run into earlier and toward the police forces. The man suddenly vanished, prompting one or two of the police officers to open fire before a swift reprimand. Allen finished his step, safely on the other side of the wall. "This has to be the single most convenient ability in existence," he remarked out loud. Walking through small wormholes invariably threw off anyone who happened to be trying to catch you. I should probably head somewhere that they won't find me, though. I would rather not get cancer running away from cops. There was a medium-sized hotel nearby. Nothing too large, but not falling apart, either. I'll just stay here for a night or two. Evading the cleaning staff shouldn't be nearly as difficult as avoiding government capture. A flash of barely suppressed rage rose at the thought. Bastards. I should be at home, not living like some sort of criminal because I can do something no one else can.

He waited for a moment before replying. "It's Marcus. I. . ." He trailed off for a moment. They were both alive, but still . . . "I killed you."

Marcus opened his eyes, and sat up with a fair bit of surprise. A sound echoed from nearby. It sounded like a voice, though he only caught the tail end, and couldn't make out what was said. As he climbed to his feet, he thought. So, death need not be the end. Or, that life absorption ability works better than I thought. The killer prodded at his stomach carefully. Everything seems to be in working order. A flicker of motion caught his eye. Is that. . . "Ixidor?" he called, remembering the name from earlier. He sprinted after the boy.

Hmm. I didn't figure he was the type. "That's pretty normal. It's a lot easier to raise a dragon if you catch it as a hatchling, but that's not a luxury you have with Druddigon." He thought for a moment. This guy clearly needs some advice, but Lionel doesn't exactly seem to be the commanding type. My advice might not exactly encourage him. "You know, you did pretty well in that battle. If I can be blunt, it's pretty clear you don't battle often, but you kept me on my toes - even though, by the strictest rules of battle, I was cheating, plus I do this more often that you do. Don't look so down." He shrugged. "I might be able to help you with your Druddigon, by the way."

The Charmeleon stumbled with the impact, and almost fell. He was clearly having difficulty maintaining the fight; it looked like those spines earlier had poisoned him. "Alright, Charmeleon, back off and let Icarus take some punishment!" Instead of obeying, however, the red lizard started to swing its claws wildy at the offending GAO while roaring, completely ignoring him. "Damnit, of all the times for you to ignore me. . . Icarus, try to get that Nidoran with anything before it takes Charmeleon out, even if it's just a tackle!" The Bagon took him quite literally, flinging itself at the toxic little critter.

Sarcus jumped as he heard a distinctive roar. A Druddigon. He immediately stood, waving at his team to follow. They shuffled along behind him, a bit irritated with being disturbed from their rest. He headed straight for the source of the noise, and found himself a rather deflated-looking Lionel. "Hey. Have you seen a Druddigon around here?"

"Nate, don't let those suckers teleport behind you!" He chuckled slightly. It's not as if the action was happening right in front of him. The grin faded as his Charmeleon was struck. The attack didn't do a lot of damage, but he looked rather sickly - and quite upset. He bellowed and let out another shockwave, which was what Nathan had been about to order anyway. "Use the time they're using to attack Charmeleon to redirect and hit that Nidoran with your headbutt!" The Bagon simply made a wide turn that retained momentum and placed the Nidoran straight in his path.

Marcus, through the fog of pain, was actually shocked. The boy was. . . offering himself? He wouldn't refuse. He grabbed the shard of glass Ixidor had slid next to him, and with a final effort, drove it into his temple; it was the least painful way he knew of to kill someone. The same onrush of energy that had occured before, the boy's life appearing before him too quickly for the killer to process consciously. Marcus shuddered, and looked down. The glass was still in him, so he reached down and, with an incredible amount pain, grabbed it and pulled it out. The kill hadn't been enough. Blood welled from the wound, now that there was nothing to impede its flow. Rather than bleeding out, Marcus turned the knife on himself, and the world ceased to exist for him.

Marcus coughed weakly. "You don't ... understand. When I kill ... I ... get stronger. You were ... my only chance." He coughed again, and then lay still, a trickle of blood running downward on his cheek to the floor.

I can do that, though I have no idea where you intend the plot to move.

Amarantha replied to the Bidoof. "That sounds like the best plan for now, though it looks like we need to do a little wound-licking." She returned to Gale, continuing to attempt to comfort the poor human, until Lily apparently became upset and threw a punch at him. As she stumbled backward, she thought, She wouldn't really hurt him, would she?

"Why? What are you doing?" Marcus could barely manage a reply. He spoke in a near whisper, voice hoarse with pain. "It's. . . my only chanceeeeAAAAAAAUUUGGGHHHHH!" The whisper turned into a scream of agony as he withdrew his arm and stabbed at the boy again; though it looked more like a convulsion from an outside point of view. He rolled over and was reduced to gasping for breath as his motions moved the invader in his body about.

How about this idea that totally wasn't stolen from the Sword of Truth series: You have the power of invisibility, and that's how you do it. If you so desire, people who see you simply forget you are there.

Thinking AI also, will post a prototype character soon.

There are stranger Pokemon. *cough*klinklang*cough*magnezone*cough*

The Nidoran flew at Icarus, aiming what looked like two kicks at him. "Charmeleon, blast him out of the air with that shock wave attack we worked on!" The lizard eagerly complied, letting a bluish wave fly out of his mouth. "Now, Icarus, hit back with that glowy headbutt!" The shockwave wasn't going to hit fast enough to save the Bagon from damage, but hopefully it would catch the rabbit-thing still airborne.

Marcus reacted quickly to the implosion, quickly curling into a ball so the whirlwind of death might only cut his back. He was moderately successful, though a shard slipped through and grazed him when he was momentarily distracted. He bit down on the yelp of pain that nearly resulted from meeting the strange masked man's gaze. He didn't see where it had grazed him, though from the feeling it was nowhere good - if one can be struck by a shard of glass in a good place. After it ended, he feigned unconsciousness, listening to the conversation around him. After Ethic stormed off, he slowly stood, pain flaring. One of the younger boys' bodies laid near him. Well, what remained of it. There was no way the kid would survive anyway, and he wanted to try something. If someone happened to look back, he would tell them it was a mercy killing; and, to an extent, it was. He had the odd desire to stop the child's suffering. He quickly withdrew a knife, and cut the boy's throat with a practiced motion. I used to be a butcher. That's close enough to be the truth. He waited for a moment, then sighed. How disappointing. He didn't feel an onrush of energy like he had with the Taylor man. He turned to walk in the direction he heard Ethic walk off in, and promptly went down to one knee, gasping in agony. A blade of glass had made its way all the way into his gut; he could see the wound, but not the offending shard. I'm dead. The wound wouldn't kill him immediately, but in a few hours his corpse would be cooling on the stone flooring. I felt more alive when I killed that man. And not in a figurative sense. Maybe I have a chance. He looked about, and located Ixidor's unmoving body nearby. He'll. . . he'll have to do. He preferred to avoid children; they caused such an uproar. However, this was a special case. He limped toward the boy, knife held in a white-knuckle grip, gasping and moaning as he made slow progress. He could feel it moving around inside him, ravaging his organs. Wait. . . Just before that pentagon appeared, he said something like "I did it." It was HIM. Having moved to stand above him, he went down to his knees, holding the knife like an Aztec priest. His arm fell, aimed at the boy's heart.

meant to post this earlier, and not trying to be a dick, but: Speaking of Ethic. . , Please, stop metagaming. I haven't said anything yet, because it makes sense, to an extent. I understand a character that's excellent at reading people should be able to, well, read people, but it's kind of cheap when I can't even attempt to roleplay my character because you somehow notice every minuscule detail. It's gotten to the point where you reacted to my character's thoughts. MY THOUGHTS. COMPLETELY INTERNAL THOUGHTS. Speaking of mind reading, you seem to be calling on your Arcana an awful lot with essentially no drawbacks.

Xavier took a step forward, then slammed his other foot down in a stomp, releasing a wave of (harmless) fire over the combatants. Most of it impacted the anti-magic shell and fizzled. "Don't you think we should be trying to defeat the living dead intent on devouring everyone in this town rather than risking the lives of our valuable combatants in a duel over pride?"