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Bell’uomo rode silently in the interior of the black limo, his symbol etched into gold along the sides where seats were not available. He reached into a small case that held a ring, marked with the same emblum. He placed it onto his left ring finger, closest to his heart. He felt the limo start to move and he couldn’t relax. This deal could make or break the family. He heard the phone near the front of the car begin to ring, it’s black receiver shining a deep red as if it was made of blood. He uttered a firm, “Ciao.” He heard the person on the other line and closed his eyes as he heard the news. He snapped them open as words of feirce tone roared into the phone, “Sto mai tornare in Italia. Faccio un bel ambasciatore e ho fatto una vita decente qui. Scendere di mio caso, nonno. Sono libero dall’inferno ora. (I am never coming back to Italy. I make a fine ambassador and I have made a decent living here. Get off of my case, grandfather. I am free from hell now.)” He slammed the phone down, that was a bit of family who he didn’t want to hear from. His step-grandfather looked down on the mafia heritage of the family, thinking it was a great dis-honor.
He moved to the back of the limo and slammed himself onto the seat, opening a cooler holding fine wine. He pulled out one that was already opened, pouring a glass and taking a sip. He wanted to damn the entire bottle but that wouldn’t be wise to get drunk then be on a plane. He placed the bottle back in the cooler and took the poured wine… on the floor. He sighed and realized he hadn’t placed the cup there. He decided to not even try again and laid his head back on the seat. He stared out of the back window up at the sky and waited to arrive at the airport. Wanting the day to just be over already, even if it ha just begun.
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The orc took a pause as she heard him in her own language without really seeing his mouth move. She stood herself up and bent at the waist towards him, her mind projecting in a more decoded form thanks to her fast learning, “Thank you so very much. I can not repay you for the kindness you give. I do have RNA if you may find useful?” She pulled the RNA viles from her locker with her mind and allowed them to float in front of him if he so wished to take them. “I do not plan to use them, just what I find whole. I could but I prefer trial and error.” She rose from her bow and then pointed to the rest of what she had as she thought about it then looked back at him. She started to figure out how to stop the toxic flow from her mouth, stopping the drooling. She took deep even breaths and hoped this would be an honorable exchange.
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Bell’uomo sat at his home office and was on the phone. The room around him was decorated with pelts of animals from different trips to increase his skills. He was nodding as he listened to the executive on the phone, placing his feet up on an oak desk. He had picked oak due to its Norse ties to strength and the gods. On it, he would have a picture of his deceased wife and child, they had been killed in an assassination attempt against his life and most of his family had been wiped out. He still held ties with a great company on the rise and would set up a meeting with an executive later. As the executive spoke on the phone, his nose wrinkled, causing the cut on his left nostril to open as it flared. He held onto the phone with a gloved hand, finally speaking in a deep voice as it sounded half gargled, “I know the sales are going down in that department, so just focus our sales in the areas the public are demanding. I could drop you all as beneficiaries if you think you can go back to holding your own. I bought you out of Bankruptcy, don’t forget that.” His eyes squinted as a scar on his brow forced it to partly stay up. He heard the final words and set the phone down. He sighed and placed his feet back onto the black tiled floor, standing up as the shoes tapped against the floor. He went to an oak closet, opening it and taking out a black suit, a symbol on it carved in gold of a tribal wolf devouring a skull, rubies in the eye of the wolf. He began taking off his current attire as he began making the call to a corperation he was going to meet with. “Caio,” He spoke, the voice on the phone seeming to know who he was and hooking him to the executive. While waiting, he placed a red button undershirt on with a black over coat onto his scarred body. He heard the executive speak as he was taking his pants off, “I am leaving for the airport as we speak and should arrive in six and a half hours. I hope the accomidations are prepared for our meeting?” He heard the response as he pulled his black suit pants on and spoke in response, “Good, good, I will be at your building as soon as I land.” He hung up then placed his shoes on. This was going to be a long cross country flight. He walked from his office and down a flight of stairs to head out of his high end apartment in the Italian Embassy to take a black limosine to the nearest airport.
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Name: Bell’uomo Mortelupi
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Preference: Pansexual
Blood Type: BO+
Power Type: Sky
Specialty: Main – Tactics; Secondary – Firearms
Weaponry: Personal – dual 9mm pistols, tommy gun, battle axe. Vault – 28 9 mm pistols, 30 .26 rugers, 29 tommy guns, 30 machine guns, 30 kegs of explosive powder, 30 knives, 30 machettes.
Appearance:
Companies owned: Betty Crocker Industry
History:
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-Signs these rules and regrets thinking about the certain phrase which is supposed to be 10-year-cannon Lambo’s.-
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The orc jumped a bit at the figure but the fact he spoke her language made her calm. Her mind ended up wandering off again as she thought, “Okurimono? Soshite, dono yō ni kare wa watashi no gengo o shitte imasu ka? Kare wa watashi no kangae o kiita koto wa dekimasu ka?” She took a sigh and looked at teh bag she had placed into her locker, wondering what she should even try. She wasn’t concerned with him if he stayed and would feel more safe if he did stay. She picked up one of the viles she had scanned, it suited her very well. She grabbed all the ones that suited her but had to judge between them. There was four of them and she didn’t know how much she could hold. Weighing what would be best, she grabbed one that had scanned out for Pain reduction and placed it to the side. She laid the other three she was interested in and laid them down. She injected into her some of the other DNA she had first, the Strength and the Organ. She winced at them as she let those take effect before she would grab the one she was going to need. She shook her head then jabbed in the pain reduction one and for a moment she felt the pain and the next, it was leaving her. The next was Acid, but she couldn’t feel the change and this suprised her. “Naze kore wa mō itakunai nodesu ka?” She thought, not before grabbing the next and injected the petrification, toxic, and speed healing into herself in that order. She started to feel something leak out of her mouth, not knowing what to do about it so just let it drool out for now. She tried to think it over, and figure out what might have change but her thoughts were fading in and out, “Korera no koto no subete… Nani ga okotta no… Dakara chigau? Watashi wa, karera ga… No yōna shigoto issho ni fitto surunode, dekiru yō ni mieru ka o… Shimasen.”
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The orc’s eyes caught the bag as she was moving towards it, the locker she had telekenetically pulled ended up bumping her in the back of the head. She shook her head and grunted, her mind projecting out for the next five miles, “Dono yōna jigoku! Watashi wa watashi ga seigyo no shita de, kono koitsu o motte ita to omotta! Tonikaku korera no kimyōna ekitai to made wa nanidesu ka! Gomi no shōhin…” She knelt down to the bag and looked at the viles inside. Their odd color made her very curious as her mind lowered the foot locker. She opened up her locker and picked up the bag, placing it into the locker but curiousity struck her. “Naze korera ga kotonatte iru? Tabun watashi wa sorera o sukyan suru basho o mitsukeru hitsuyō ga ari, tabemono wa ato ni kuru koto ga dekimasu.” She walked back out to where she had approximatly appeared, figuring it was safer there than anywhere else. She would then sit down and begin her scanning process, after placing it back down again. Her thought waves spontaniously turned off.
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The orc noticed that in a blink she was elsewhere, outside of a city with the sounds of ships and machinery buzzing in her legs. Well, it processed in her ears anyway so it was buzzing in her ears. She still had the footlocker, amazingly, but dropped it to focus on the new sights, sounds, and smells. She flicked her tongue out and pressed it back into her sensory, taking it in. Her eyes tried to adjust to it and looking at the city and the flying things. She had nothing to say on this. Instead she looked at the foot locker and opened it up. She remembered which ones were the next ones she wanted to attempt to place into herself, nabbing out the vials for Speed, Mental, and Bone. She decided upon this that they were going to go into her next, placing in the fewest first (Bone), then the next fewest (Speed), then the most (Mental) so she could get those in. She awaited the effects and felt them none too soon. She grit her teeth together as her mind felt more stronger, a headache in her mind as the locker slammed closed and flopped over into the ground. She felt her very bones feeling very strange, almost as if compacting but her form taking no new shape. Her mind began to race as she suddenly was thinking very fast. She felt her muscles seem to burn as they made themselves more agile and more compact. She didn’t find any initial impact other than the sheer pain but she needed to find something to make herself feel a little better. She took a deep breath as her mind accidently sent out a message over a five mile radius, ‘Kuso! Watashi wa tabemono o sagashi ni iku hitsuyō ga aru. Subete no kono henka suru detarame wa watashi no enerugī o muda ni sa rete iru. Osoraku, sono toshi ga ikutsu ka wa motte? Fun, dare ga shitte iru. Yoriyoi mi ni iku…’ She fought past the bits of pain and headed towards the city.
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I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM.
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THERE IS NO TRUE TIME PASSAGE IN DREAM BUBBLES SO THE RECORD IS NEARLY EVERYTHING! NEXT!!!!!!!!
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WHAT MATERIAL IS IT MADE OUT OF?!
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WHO MADE YOUR CAPE?!
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Dreghar gazed at the ones that were read as senses ones and decided to place them all in at once. She felt a surge as the DNA coursed through her and legs began to slowly change as the workings of her DNA began to convert to the warped chromosomes. It was painful as a vibratory sensasion of distant tremors and words shook through her legs for her to hear. She whiped her hands up to her ears and grunted, her eyes beginning to sting and her tongue feeling like something was cutting through it. Everything hurt, it was overbearing. She dropped her hands to the ground as she fell to her knees and stared at the ground, her eyes focusing as shee saw the heat of where her one foot was, on the grains of the flooring beneath her. She felt the eyes burn more as the iris forced itself wider and elongated her pupil, appearing as if a viper’s. She flicked her tongue out, now forked and smooth like a reptile. When her tongue pulled in, she could taste everything that had been in that spot. She placed a hand on her head and looked up and out a window, her eyes at full focus and not caring what she saw as it blurred. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm this seering pain and agony from the sudden DNA. She took a deep breath and focused, her legs picking up the last of a message. Unfortunately, she had no clue what the thing was saying, all Greek to her. She was able to feel it move, though, and the direction was towards her. She gathered her senses and looked at the vials, thinking of a way to transport them safely since she had no implement in which to carry them. She lost track of it breifly and quickly as she could closed the locker and found that with the earlier headache, her mental command for the locker to follow was nearly complete. It moved from its spot and began to float near her. She smirked and then decided to try for a way out, checking the window first.
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The female orc grunted as the pain seared into her, it made her want to punch something. She shivered when the pain was over and looked again at the thing that caused it. She grabbed it in her firm grasp and gently looked it over. She gazed around the room, ears still twitching as she checked for others but made no sound. She took the plug and decided to place it into the very itchy implement in her wrist. She was trying hard to not scratch it. After the implement was plugged in, she opened the foot locker to find 200 vials of DNA. She decided to start scanning each of them from the top to the bottom, right to left. She read each outcome.
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Darkness lay inside the eyes of the hidden yellow pools, muffled grunts escapeing slightly opened lips. Memory was fuzzy as an Angora rabbit, the sting of reality entering her eyes. Her lids had parted, making the black pupil a pinprick in a sea of black with a yellow island. The sun burned as she closed her eyes, forcing her right arm to push her over with the aid of her four pack, red hair flying into her face as it ruffled into a mess against her dark green-grey skin. Two small marks etched in the ground as she somewhat kissed it from trying to orient herself. Her left arm pushed her torso up as her rippling back allowed her right arm freedom under her body. She tucked her legs under herself and opened her eyes to see the dirt and her hair, as well as just her camo stripe bra and undies. This caused her to sigh as she arched herself to sit up, her arms no longer on the ground and hands leaving it as well, her black tribal tattoo near her pelvis being revealed. She took in her surroundings as her hidden ears twitched a little, trying to hear for anything nearby.