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Scylla blushed and looked down at being addressed by the man. Usually she avoided talking and coming in contact with customers. A nervous hissing whine sounded from beneath her flowing skirts. Hurriedly she turned, running to hide in the kitchen only pausing to whisper to Posiedon: “Πατέρα, θα είμαι στην κουζίνα.”

Safe in the kitchen she made sure her dress was smooth before slipping a couple of slabs of dried meat under her skirt. With a soft sigh she sank down on a chair. We need to be more careful. Both Papa and I.

[Bell]

DADDY!!! That was my job! I was supposed to post my own bio!
*sulking*

((Even if you did write it for me ;P))

[Bell]

Estoy de acuerdo :3

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Why is it always me? How come we get all the bad luck? John asked Beary sliently.
Looking up, a dark shadow blocked his path.Yet another old person. Great. Just great.

“Hey kid…” The old guy spoke. “Someone messing with you? Why was the guy after after you?”

John knew how to play it. “I…I….” The little boy plan works every time. Beary dropped from his hands to the ground. “I was just hungry–” John stammers, tearing up his eyes. Beary snuck closer to the man. “I was just looking for dinner…and…and…” He broke down completely. Beary cut the man’s pant leg reaching into his pocket. “He just grabbed me!” John sobbed to keep the man’s attention, pretending to be terrified. Looking up though tearful eyes he saw Beary holding up a wad of bills behind the man. “Oh…” With that John suddenly ducked behind the man, grabbed Beary and dropped off the edge of the building.
Good work Beary! Now maybe we can check out the new cookie shop!

Dropping onto a pile of thrown out mattresses John and Beary once again set out across the city.

((AND SO THE HUNT CONTINUES! BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!))

[Bell]

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Why me? John glared down at his bear silently as he ran. I suppose you want us to be found now don’t yah? Sheesh. So many old guys coming after us now. Thanks a lot Beary. And to think all we wanted was a simple purse for cookies. Let that be a lesson to us. Paying for cookies is tooooo much work. From now on we TAKE.
Feeling a little better, John speeds up racing over the rooftops. Narrowly he leaps to the side as a bolt of lighting comes at him, flashing down from the sky. “Woah. Too close. These old people must really hate little kids. THAT COULD HAVE KILLED ME!” He shouts indignantly to his pursuers. Cookies…how many do we have left? John asks Beary silently. Shoot we are running low. Might need to make a pit-stop then… Muttering to himself he continues his race against his violent pursuers.

((Sorry, on mobile so it’s rather shitty. I can continue if you want ie I’m bored))

[Bell]

Oh crap. We’ve been found. Come on Beary, time to go. Beary still had some energy left. A quick burst of electricity sent the new creeper, No, Felix? did he call himself? reeling backwards. Darting past John was on the run again.

(Catch me if you can~))

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From the roof John could see the whole city. A flash of blue light from beneath him caught his attention. Someone was following him. He hurried on climbing from one roof to another looking for a place to hide. A open window caught his attention. He slipped in, to find it empty of all occupants. No one here. Huh. Hiding underneath the window he shushed Beary. Beary sparked in response, illuminating the room.

((And probably the whole window…allowing any pursuers to locate John’s location…Welcome ^-^))

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John knew what the old person was doing. It was what everyone attempted to do when Beary came out. No, Beary. We know how this goes. After one short command, “Dispel!” from the sidelines to his bear, John knew it was time to retreat. Turning away from Beary (he knew what was coming next) John fled the scene crawling up ladder to the nearby roofs. A brilliant flash followed him as Beary shed his layers of electricity, shooting out waves of blue sparks in all directions. John knew that the sparks couldn’t hurt him and embraced the energy gratefully as it energized him, allowing him to climb faster, and also comforted him knowing that Beary was back in his possession. Once reaching the top of the roof he peered down to see what had become of his enemy. If that old person had just been a common male he would have fainted by now…but sure enough he was standing there looking as right as rain, except for being slightly dazed from the brilliant flashes of Beary’s light. “How odd.” He whispered to Beary as much as himself.

((Fucking hell, it is so hard to write a paragraph on mobile -.-))

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Much to his embarrassment, John was pulled into the alley. What a mean butthead. Touching me. Me! Usually no one sees him, let alone touch him. He hadn’t been roughed up in such a fasion for a long while. “What was that for?” He whirled upon the man. “Why did you grab me?!” He hissed indignantly.
Boy, John was pissed. Beary…Want to come out to play? He was furious. It was time for Beary to come out. With a thought of concentration he pulled Beary out using electricity from the surrounding lampposts, up to his full form. In mere seconds a giant, 12′ tall, neon-blue bear had formed standing protectively in front of his master. “No one touches me. Unaceptable. Beary, please.”

(Bitch please~)

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(Very.)
Cookies…where are the cookies?
John was looking for a cookie shop to raid. He had a very good technique. First step, send in Beary, then while the shopkeeper was distracted with John’s giant electric bear, John grabs all the cookies in the shop. Mmmmmm cookies…I’m running low. There was so much to see too! So many people. So many full purses within easy grasp. Should we perchance buy cookies for a change? He asked Beary looking down at the electric bear tucked under his arm, a evil grin on his face. Heh, Yeah. I like the sound of that. A new challenge. But the question is who? I could just pick on that fellow over there with his wallet hanging right out of his pocket…Nah, too easy. Looking around he hunted for a tougher target. That one! He knew that was who he was looking for. A old manish person glaring over a wall. Walking over quietly with his bear clutched under his arm, John carefully attempted to reach his small hand into the man’s pocket…

(Your move Max~)

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Name: John
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Personality: Babyish, sort of lost doesnt really pay attention to where he is going, latching on to the first thing that catches his attention.
Appearance: 4′ Dark hair, Dark purple eyes. Purple long sleeve shirt with navy overalls. Barefoot. Usually cares around a neon blue teddybear (See ability)
Ability: Is able to form electricity around him into shapes. Usually into a bear which he carries around him.
History: Just a little boy with no parents. Yah know how it goes.

[Bell]

((Ok guys. Here’s my character. Only prob? I doubt I will be coming back here for a while. Yes. You heard me. Another fight. But now? I dont think I even want to come back.))

Name: Bell
Gender: Female
Fandom(if applicable): Nah (Oh wait. Maybe Percy Jackson…Maybe)
Canon or OC: OC
Age (if known): 17
Species: Human, descendant of the Greek goddess Enyo
Nationality: Oiorpata
Personality: Enjoys random fighting, challenging people for fun. Very snarky, rarely showing respect to those around her. Refuses to take orders unless the fancy takes her. Looks down upon males, continuing the tradition set by her foremothers of the Amazon race.
Appearance: Brown hair usually put up in a ponytail or braid. Comfortable clothing.
Powers/Weapons: Pistol Crossbow, 40+ blades various sizes, works well with poisons.
Friends: Max, Guy (Well he thinks he is… -.-)
Enemies: People she dislikes.
Love interest: Treats everyone as pets…lets just see…>D
Fetch Modus (if applicable): Ugh no. (I cant make heads or tails of homestruck >.<)

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From a high vantage point Bell could view the whole field.
Now this is just pathetic. So simple to pick off. Just as easy as when you clump together you little chickies.
“Did you forget about me?” Bell whispers into her own headset. “Aww how insulting, Big Dek. Cant trust me to deal with a few men eh? I feel insulted. Just insulted.” Raising her crossbow she places her targets, two pairs of men jogging near each other, presumable to ‘watch each others backs *Smirk* Idiots, in her scope.
Well would you look at that! Four sitting ducks. And I thought their stupid /safe/ commander sitting inside of that *Ugh* tank told them to spread out! Just pathetic.
Four simple targets became four twitching corpses. Smirking Bell presses her intercom. “Four down on the east side, /sir/.” She tells him placing a sarcastic ‘Sir’ at the end.
Oh great. I am down to eight toxic bolts. Grrrrrr got to restock. Speaking to Max she tells him, “What’s your current location? I can provide you with backup should you require it.”
Which, you shouldnt. You are a big boy Maxie-poo. You must learn to deal with it when people dont stand still for you to shoot them.

[Bell]

BM (Before Mew)
Neko was taking a nap, sunbathing in her hammock in her back yard. The wind was softly blowing through her hair. A sudden breeze picks up, swinging Neko and her hammock violently through the air. She shrieks in surprise as she becomes airborne separated from her hammock, the wind howling around her. With a thud she falls back to earth, and passes out as she hits her head on a tree.

AM (After Mew)
“Owwwwwwwww” Reaching up to touch her head, Neko moans feeling a bump starting to form. “What the heck happened to me?” She asks herself looking about her. “How did I even get here?!” Scratching her head she feels another sharp pain much like needles or claws, dug into her scalp. “What–?” Looking at her hands, no, paws she realizes. “WHAT IS THIS?! I AM A CAT!! NO. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!!! I AM NOT TURNING INTO A CAT. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO-” With that she breaks down crying, curling herself into a ball, oblivious to everything else around her.