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Renegade- RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Renegade- RPHearing the gunshots, Dante ran towards the source of the noise. Suddenly, a scent of chamomile and peppermint mixed with gunpowder made him stop on his tracks. "Emil...?" The older rockbell muttered, a few feets away from the house.
Something that feels as good as this, there is nothing else like it, right?
"Oh?" Emil asked, twirling his gun and pointed at his older twin. "Ah. If it isn't Dante! How are you holding up? Is that wound I gave you all better? I sure do hope not." Emil grinned. The way he saw it now, he was far stronger and superior than his older twin.
Something that feels as good as this, there is nothing else like it, right?
Hearing his twin tease him made his spine tingle. Although he's older, he's very terrified of Emil's wrath. His temper was something else. Violence was always the answer for Emil. Alrhough sometimes, just sometimes, murder was shunned upon for him.
Something that feels as good as this, there is nothing else like it, right?
Despite her usual teasing and childish persona, Xela took her work much more seriously. After finishing her current lap of the grounds, she decided she’d head into town and offer up some help, grumbling to herself as she did.
Dante widened his eyes, staring at the mess that is Emil. All he could remember before blacking out is reaching out to his twin, who seemed content and a look of victory on his face.
Lugging the blind male's body, Emil smirked victoriously. "Done. So, I'm heading back, what about you?" The albino asked, tilting his head towards the much older male.
Something that feels as good as this, there is nothing else like it, right?
"I'm back!" He called out, roughly putting Dante on tbe floor as he tied both his hands to the pillar. Plopping himself on the floor beside the older Rockbell, the albino crooned, gazing at his older brother's features with eyes that had posessiveness in them. "Y'know, you could've been spared if you weren't stupid and put others before others. Its kill or be killed." Leaning against the pillar, Emil couldn't help but to smirk at his own little monologue. "In this case, you're gonna be killed. Brutally. By my hands, of course."
Something that feels as good as this, there is nothing else like it, right?
(You guys post so much while I’m asleep...)
“I have no interest in killing people that are innocent.” He mumbled as he stared at the “floating islands” with some of the townspeople on it in the sky. Instead of helping the rest of the renegades with the man, he went to find the girl. “Sayonara!” He eventually caught up to her, since she was out of breath. He held his hand out, stopping the girl and lifting her in the air, holding her by the neck. By now, his medications had worn off so he was in full psycho mode now. He laughed wildly, tracing a knife around her arms and legs. “Such a marvelous artifact...” he purred.