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I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:

1. Rinasuke
The powerful and mysterious leader of Devils Crypt. She has a no-nonsense attitude and expects every order to be followed down to a t. Usually in some form of coat or longed sleeve attire that disguises her body, she runs with the toughest of them, not taking shit from anybody.

2. Zachary
The youngest of the three-person group, he has big ideas and even bigger hacking skills. With a simple flick of the wrist he can steal bank codes or take down military sites. He's often bored and a very meek individual, which makes him a behind-the-scenes fighter.

3. Galvin
The eldest of the group, he prefers suits and finer wears over the everyday casual. He stands at six foot three, allowing him to tower over most, though unintentionally. He's kind and helpful but when he gets in a sour mood he tends to go further then what he wanted.

4. Rag
A small child that was left on the streets due to an uncaring and abusive father. Learning to steal, fight, and be emotionless from a young age, its hard to get him to show emotion. Because of that, Rin instinctivly named him 'Rag' since he had no name.

5. Father Anderson
Born into priesthood he has always held his faith close to his heart, no matter how corrupt the world around him seems to get. He wants to renew hope in the world but his own past seems to cloud his mind sometimes. He lives a very bare bones life and is always in his robes.

II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either [Rinasuke] or [Rag] :

A small tavern was situated between two abandoned factories, adoringly calling itself 'Warehouse 5' with its metal siding and blackened out windows. Two larger men stood outside its doors, curled wires trailing up to their ears, feeding them the appropriate guest list and mandatory pay raises. They reminded her faintly of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum as she sauntered up to them, red lipstick perfectly in place, just the right amount of eyeliner to bring out her blood red eyes. "Hey boys. Mind letting me through?" Her finger trailed up the silk tie, feeling just how expensive their tastes really were.

Rin heard a few grunts, their heavy brows narrowing as their tiny brains tried to process the information. He shoved her hand away, barking out a heavy "no" before crossing his arms over his chest.

Grinning from ear to ear, she put the back of her hand against her forehead, closing her eyes as she whispered to herself. "Whatever could I do?" In a flash she grabbed onto his tie, using it to spin him around and crash into the other guard, his head smashing against the metal before falling to the ground. It was amazing how momentum could make up for a two hundred pound size difference. Stepping onto his chest, making sure to grind her heel down, she pushed open the doors, a slight bounce in her steps. Hopefully their drinks were well mixed.

III. Jealous, [Galvin] tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails… why is that?

Jumping from the destroyed metal roof, he landed with bent knees, eyes gleaming as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Today hadn't been a very good one, and he was ready to force someone else's to be just as horrid. "So, lets see if you two can really earn your pay." Glancing around, he noted the entire gravel path was empty, not a single soul in sight. Hearing a small, muffled noise from bellow he glanced down to find the guards barely conscious, rubbing their heads as they mumbled nonsense beneath their breath. It was clear that someone had beat them to the punch, which meant only one thing.

"God damn it, Rin! If you weren't a woman..." He had standards, as old fashioned as they might be, to never hit a girl. One had come at him with a knife a few years back, and he had merely side stepped and forced it from her hand, telling her to run along. Perhaps it made him sexist, but he liked to think it made him a kinder person then most.

Running a heavy hand over his face, he let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumped as he made his way through the doors. Today was just getting worse and worse.

IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either [Zachary] or [Father Anderson].

Zachary had his laptop shoved under his arm, held tight to his body so that there was no chance of it falling. If he had the time to prepare, he would of brought a bag or laptop, but Rin had made that nearly impossible with her last second call. Using landmarks instead of street names as directions, she had managed to make him horridly lost despite knowing the city fairly well. "Was it this set of trees?" He pondered aloud, taking the appropriate turn, pausing a moment. He heard a stick crack behind him, and had just enough time to roll out of the way, computer tight to his chest to avoid injury.

"Whatcha doing around here, kid?" A tall man appeared from the shadows, a chain wrapped around his knuckles, leather jacket gleaming under the street light. It was obvious he had done this sort of thing before, and wasn't afraid of getting a little dirty doing it. "It isn't safe to run around with expensive technology like that." Computers were a privilege, and a lot of people wanted a taste of that power. Taking a step forward, he sleeked his greasy hair back to keep it in place. "How about you just hand it over like a good boy?"

He glanced down at his computer, glancing at the man, then glancing around him. "God damn it!" He yelled before turning tail and running, leaving a slight trail of smoke behind him. The man stood baffled a moment, dropping the chain as he cocked his head to the side. Kids were so freakish these days.

V. [Galvin] is depressed and decides to get drunk.

There were no respectable women in the club. They all wore dresses that were three sizes too small, three inches to short, or breasts far too fake. Raising his hand he ordered yet another shot of whiskey, six empty bottles lined up in front of him. He coughed slightly, scratching the back of his neck before downing it in one gulp, hand up yet again. He didn't see why they couldn't just leave the bottle for him to drink from. It would make things a lot easier on everyone. Plus, it was expensive as hell. Four dollars per shot and he was already up there in price. Rin was going to kill him when she saw the statement, but he couldn't be bothered with that right now. She was off taking care of things anyways.

He sighed, head hitting the table harder then expected. Maybe he would get some cotton candy.

VI. An event like no other takes place and [Rinasuke] and [Zachary] get into a battle to the death. Who wins?

"No, no, no! I am not going to let you use my computer as a sacrifice! Do you realize how much this cost?!" Zach was fuming by now, hands on his hips as he pointed an angry finger in her direction. She was insane. Bat shit, irreversibly insane if she thought he was going to let this happen.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you! Give me that fucking computer!" She reached for it, but only grabbed air as he yanked it away, eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

In one steady movement she had his hair in her fist, lifting him off his feet, gun pressed against his forehead, safety clicking off. "Last chance." He dropped the computer into her open hand instantly, regretting ever putting up a fight in the first place.

VII. [Rag] or [Father Anderson] accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love with first? [Zachary] or [Galvin]?

He knocked on the small door nervously, eyes drooping ever so slightly, blush tinting his cheeks. He didn't know why he was there, or where he really was, but he was glad of it anyways. It just felt so...right. The door swinging open, he was greeted by a rather annoyed looking Zachary, a hand on his hip. "Rin's out." He muttered. He had just gotten home, minus one expensive laptop, and didn't feel like being bothered for the rest of the night.

Father Anderson shrugged his shoulders, entering the small house without permission as he took a seat on the beat up couch, ignoring the strange stains it held. "That's okay. I was looking for your company anyways, Zach." His voice was light as air, stretching out as he put his arms behind his head, getting comfortable. "Zach. That's a nice name, really."

Zachary sighed, already speed dialing as it began to ring in his ears. "Your pervy priest is on our couch. Get him out of here." He stressed the last sentence before slamming it shut.

VIII. Since [Rag] or [Father Anderson] are under a love spell, how do they try to spoil their partner?

Frowning at the sudden anger Zach seemed to give him, he searched the room lazily, fingers tracing everything they could touch from the solid wood coffee table to the fragile glass windows. Finally they rested upon a small, leather bound book with small gold writing. It looked...nice. Grabbing it in one hand, he patted Zach's back with the other, holding it in front of him. "I thought you might like this."

Zachary took it, looking at it a moment before his frown grew even further. "You..you just found that, over there on the book stand." He paused, looking him over. "Are you on drugs?" It was a practical question at this point, with the way the otherwise very reserved and educated man was acting. In all honesty, it was giving him the creeps. "I already own it, its mine." He sighed. "Thanks, though." A small mutter, not wanting to be completely mean, no matter how creepy he seemed to be right now.

IX. [Zachary] tries to steal from either [Rin] or [Father Anderson]. Do they succeed?

Finally locking Father Anderson in the bathroom, shoving a chair against the handle to make sure he couldn't get out, he plopped down on the couch, head rolling back as he stared blankly at the ceiling. Why couldn't he just have one single night that was just slightly normal for once? Was that really just too much to ask? In truth it was his own fault, but for now he would blame Rin. The person that decided to destroy his favorite laptop. Maybe she had something that he could take from her, without her knowing of course. He didn't want to be maimed quite yet in life.

Pushing himself up, he wandered towards her bedroom, pausing just outside her door as he read the wide array of paper signs that covered it. Everything from 'do not enter' to 'if you enter i will slice off your balls, shove them down your throat, then pull them back out from your asshole'  and 'have a nice day' littered the otherwise plain brown door. Shaking his head, he reached for the doorhandle slowly, eyes never leaving the glistening metal knob. Finally he pulled away, cursing under his breath before heading to the basement. He'd do it later. Yeah...

X. [Galvin] throws a slumber party but only invites one person. Which character did they invite?

Stumbling through the front door, he left his shoes on the oven and his coat in the fridge, making sure to knock over every single piece of paper on his way through the living room. No, he didn't feel the greatest, but that didn't bother to stop him from inviting his new friend over for a little late night party. Still having him in his tight grasp, he led him up the attic stairs, pulling them up behind them as he clicked on the single light. It was tidy despite the dust on the walls, but he would deal with that later. "So, what do you think?"

"...." He leaned over, slamming his head against the wall a few times before clearing his throat. "Why did you crash through my window, throw me over your shoulder, then take me into your dusty old attic? Generally people just use an unmarked white van."

Galvin raised up his hand, finger pointing towards the sky before falling backwards into his bed, already snoring soundly, eyes shut tight. He was out like a light, leaving Rag to continue to bang his head against the wall, silently.

XI. All of the Characters get together for a 'wholesome' dinner… does it go well? Give details.

Rin finally made her way into the house, wiping the slight amount of blood from her cheek. It wasn't hers, by any means, but it was bothering her all the same. She didn't like it when other people's bodily fluids touched her, however perverse that may sound. Pulling a box of ramen from the cabinet she split it into three separate portions, each in its own bowl, setting it on the kitchen table that was strangely already void of any paper. Clearing her throat, she cracked her neck to the side before continuing. "Get your asses in here for dinner!"

Zach swore, nearly dropping his cigarette onto the keyboard, grumbling obscenities as he made his way up the creaky wooden stairs. She was already home? He swore she had wings hidden on her ankles, like the Greek God Hermes. Except...with the personality of Hera. Damn playing God of War so late at night.

(half an hour later)

Rin leaned in her chair, resting on its back two legs as she shoved a spoon of ramen into her mouth, a content look on her features. They never ate together that often and it was a nice change for once. Zachary was quietly eating his portion of the ramen, Rin had just finished hers, and Galvin had his head in the bowl, snoring rather loudly. Yeah, it was nice. Though she swore she could hear banging from the bathroom...

XII. Mysteriously, [Rin] dies. [Galvin] and [Father Anderson] are the only ones around.  How do they react?

Finally breaking out of the bathroom, he coughed into his hand, the effect of the love potion finally wearing off. He didn't know what he had done, but he hoped it wasn't anything too serious or damaging. He had a reputation to maintain and a life style to attend to, and love potions definitely were not a part of it. Stumbling into the kitchen, he took a step back, eyes wide with what he saw. Rin lay with her head against the table, a steady stream of blood flowing onto the ground. Everything was still and silent and made him make the cross over his chest.

Scanning the room he saw Galvin snoring soundly in the living room, head on the floor, feet in the air as the couch creaked under his shifting weight. It was obvious that he wasn't the culprit at this point in time. Shaking him lightly, he made sure not to touch anything that could be used as evidence. "Galvin." He said softly. "Galvin! What happened here?"

Hiccuping, he flickered his eyes open, a disgruntled twitch in his smile. "You're not the barmaid."

XIII. [Galvin] gets into an accident. What were they riding? How did it happen?

Coughing into his hand, he couldn't help but notice the faint amount of blood mixed in with his spit that reminded him of cheap whiskey for some reason. His head was throbbing and he couldn't help but notice he couldn't move his legs. Finally forcing his eyes open, he was greeted by an endless scene of stars and black that made him want to forget all the worries in the world. But as his gaze traveled lower he couldn't help but see his motorcycle laying on its side, trapping his legs, bent metal that use to be his exhaust system.

Looking further he saw a trashed street sign with graffiti littering it, but no other signs of life. He was confused, and hurt, and struggled to get the bike off of him long enough to slip out. His jeans were torn and small bits of blood seeped through in various spots. He couldn't remember a damned thing except something about someone being dead, or dying, or lying...or something.

He really had to stop drinking.

XIV. [Zachary] tries to get a job with the help of [Galvin] or [Rag]. How did that go?

Not being home for a few weeks, he decided it was time to earn a little cash while he was out on his tantrum. See how far Rin and her little team could get without his expert hacking skills, without his beautiful laptop. Unfortunately, he had to go to the only other person that knew him and what it was that he did. "So...do you think you can help me?" He was hungry as hell and looked even worse.

Rag leaned against the wall, thinking it over silently as he kicked a rock across the alley way. He didn't like helping people except himself and his family, but it seemed like he had little choice in the matter. Zach was kind of like his family, in a weird and twisted way. "Fine. Go here." He handed him a dirty, hand drawn map. "Strip. Take the money and come back." A pause. "Fifty/fifty."

Without speaking, he turned on his heels, head between his shoulders as he shook his head slowly. "No, no. So much no." With that, he was gone, leaving a very satisfied Rag in his wake.

XV. [Galvin] or [Rag] decide to leave a tavern. How does that go? Why did they leave?

Galvin stood in front of Warehouse 5, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest, a look of determination behind his eyes. "I'm going in there, and I'm going to tell you flat out 'I'm not having another drink' and that'll be the end of it." He said firmly to nobody in particular, not a single guard to be seen since the few weeks prior. With a heave in his chest and a strength in his step, he made his way inside the building.

(5 hours later)

With a grin on his face, his wallet completely bare, and a stagger in his step, he left the tavern completely and utterly drunk.

XVI. [Rin] wakes up in the bed with a random character of your choice!

Letting out a loud moan, she streched her arms far behind her head, curling to the side slightly before opening her eyes lazily. Sun was streaming through the window and she caught the faint scent of cinnamon wafting in the air. Everything was warm, and friendly, and...not her house. Bolting upright in the bed, she made sure to cover herself with the blanket, eyes scanning the room to figure out where she was. Bookcases, lights, wood furnishing, Father Anderson in bed with her, a few tea cups, a stool...Wait... "What the fuck are you doing in bed with me? Where the fuck are we? I'm going to kill you if you don't talk fast." Where was her gun? "Really, fast."

Father Anderson let out a chuckle as he produced a cup of steaming tea and a roll of cinnamon bread on a plate for her. "Hush, child. You were bleeding so I took you back here to regain your strength. In all truth, I thought you had died."

"...so you're a necro."

He let out an irritated noise. "I am not naked, and neither are you, so shut the hell up and enjoy the hospitality." His smile was wide but his eyes were narrow with a quiet rage. It was how the two of them worked together. It was how they barely were able to hold a conversation. "I swear its not Holy Water this time." He added cheerfully, causing her to spit out her tea, giving him a weary look. Never trust the priest.

XVII. A character of your choice becomes a supreme being and creates the world in their image.

Everyone in the world, was turned into laptops. It was a freak change, that happened in an instant, but nobody saw it coming or even knew why it had happened. Over night, everyone had changed into the most technologically advanced and most beautiful laptops ever seen in the world.

Zachary sat on the couch, a bag of Doritos by his side, and a cigarette hanging off his lip. He had a smug smile on his face, a flick in his wrist, and couldn't help but laugh at the thought of everything that had happened in the past month.

No, Rin would never be able to touch his laptops again.

XVIII. Before we go, all of your characters want to take a moment to ask you (their creator) for something that they have always wanted.

1. Rin : Why, in hells name, did I have blood on my cheek? Do you think I'd allow that to happen? DO YOU?!
"...you're way too god damn loud."

2. Zachary : My laptop...my beautiful laptop...why? Why did you do it?
"...blame Rin. None of us can say no."

3.Galvin :  ...I hate you.
"...that good sir, is not a question."

4. Rag : You put me with these idiots, all the damned time. When will you figure out I don't want to be near any of them? Ever.
"You don't have a say in the matter. You're a minor."

5. Father Anderson : Can't we all just get along?
"....no."

Description
I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:

1. Rinasuke
The powerful and mysterious leader of Devils Crypt. She has a no-nonsense attitude and expects every order to be followed down to a t. Usually in some form of coat or longed sleeve attire that disguises her body, she runs with the toughest of them, not taking shit from anybody.

2. Zachary
The youngest of the three-person group, he has big ideas and even bigger hacking skills. With a simple flick of the wrist he can steal bank codes or take down military sites. He's often bored and a very meek individual, which makes him a behind-the-scenes fighter.

3. Galvin
The eldest of the group, he prefers suits and finer wears over the everyday casual. He stands at six foot three, allowing him to tower over most, though unintentionally. He's kind and helpful but when he gets in a sour mood he tends to go further then what he wanted.

4. Rag
A small child that was left on the streets due to an uncaring and abusive father. Learning to steal, fight, and be emotionless from a young age, its hard to get him to show emotion. Because of that, Rin instinctivly named him 'Rag' since he had no name.

5. Father Anderson
Born into priesthood he has always held his faith close to his heart, no matter how corrupt the world around him seems to get. He wants to renew hope in the world but his own past seems to cloud his mind sometimes. He lives a very bare bones life and is always in his robes.

II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either [Rinasuke] or [Rag] :

A small tavern was situated between two abandoned factories, adoringly calling itself 'Warehouse 5' with its metal siding and blackened out windows. Two larger men stood outside its doors, curled wires trailing up to their ears, feeding them the appropriate guest list and mandatory pay raises. They reminded her faintly of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum as she sauntered up to them, red lipstick perfectly in place, just the right amount of eyeliner to bring out her blood red eyes. "Hey boys. Mind letting me through?" Her finger trailed up the silk tie, feeling just how expensive their tastes really were.

Rin heard a few grunts, their heavy brows narrowing as their tiny brains tried to process the information. He shoved her hand away, barking out a heavy "no" before crossing his arms over his chest.

Grinning from ear to ear, she put the back of her hand against her forehead, closing her eyes as she whispered to herself. "Whatever could I do?" In a flash she grabbed onto his tie, using it to spin him around and crash into the other guard, his head smashing against the metal before falling to the ground. It was amazing how momentum could make up for a two hundred pound size difference. Stepping onto his chest, making sure to grind her heel down, she pushed open the doors, a slight bounce in her steps. Hopefully their drinks were well mixed.

III. Jealous, [Galvin] tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails… why is that?

Jumping from the destroyed metal roof, he landed with bent knees, eyes gleaming as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Today hadn't been a very good one, and he was ready to force someone else's to be just as horrid. "So, lets see if you two can really earn your pay." Glancing around, he noted the entire gravel path was empty, not a single soul in sight. Hearing a small, muffled noise from bellow he glanced down to find the guards barely conscious, rubbing their heads as they mumbled nonsense beneath their breath. It was clear that someone had beat them to the punch, which meant only one thing.

"God damn it, Rin! If you weren't a woman..." He had standards, as old fashioned as they might be, to never hit a girl. One had come at him with a knife a few years back, and he had merely side stepped and forced it from her hand, telling her to run along. Perhaps it made him sexist, but he liked to think it made him a kinder person then most.

Running a heavy hand over his face, he let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumped as he made his way through the doors. Today was just getting worse and worse.

IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either [Zachary] or [Father Anderson].

Zachary had his laptop shoved under his arm, held tight to his body so that there was no chance of it falling. If he had the time to prepare, he would of brought a bag or laptop, but Rin had made that nearly impossible with her last second call. Using landmarks instead of street names as directions, she had managed to make him horridly lost despite knowing the city fairly well. "Was it this set of trees?" He pondered aloud, taking the appropriate turn, pausing a moment. He heard a stick crack behind him, and had just enough time to roll out of the way, computer tight to his chest to avoid injury.

"Whatcha doing around here, kid?" A tall man appeared from the shadows, a chain wrapped around his knuckles, leather jacket gleaming under the street light. It was obvious he had done this sort of thing before, and wasn't afraid of getting a little dirty doing it. "It isn't safe to run around with expensive technology like that." Computers were a privilege, and a lot of people wanted a taste of that power. Taking a step forward, he sleeked his greasy hair back to keep it in place. "How about you just hand it over like a good boy?"

He glanced down at his computer, glancing at the man, then glancing around him. "God damn it!" He yelled before turning tail and running, leaving a slight trail of smoke behind him. The man stood baffled a moment, dropping the chain as he cocked his head to the side. Kids were so freakish these days.

V. [Galvin] is depressed and decides to get drunk.

There were no respectable women in the club. They all wore dresses that were three sizes too small, three inches to short, or breasts far too fake. Raising his hand he ordered yet another shot of whiskey, six empty bottles lined up in front of him. He coughed slightly, scratching the back of his neck before downing it in one gulp, hand up yet again. He didn't see why they couldn't just leave the bottle for him to drink from. It would make things a lot easier on everyone. Plus, it was expensive as hell. Four dollars per shot and he was already up there in price. Rin was going to kill him when she saw the statement, but he couldn't be bothered with that right now. She was off taking care of things anyways.

He sighed, head hitting the table harder then expected. Maybe he would get some cotton candy.

VI. An event like no other takes place and [Rinasuke] and [Zachary] get into a battle to the death. Who wins?

"No, no, no! I am not going to let you use my computer as a sacrifice! Do you realize how much this cost?!" Zach was fuming by now, hands on his hips as he pointed an angry finger in her direction. She was insane. Bat shit, irreversibly insane if she thought he was going to let this happen.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you! Give me that fucking computer!" She reached for it, but only grabbed air as he yanked it away, eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

In one steady movement she had his hair in her fist, lifting him off his feet, gun pressed against his forehead, safety clicking off. "Last chance." He dropped the computer into her open hand instantly, regretting ever putting up a fight in the first place.

VII. [Rag] or [Father Anderson] accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love with first? [Zachary] or [Galvin]?

He knocked on the small door nervously, eyes drooping ever so slightly, blush tinting his cheeks. He didn't know why he was there, or where he really was, but he was glad of it anyways. It just felt so...right. The door swinging open, he was greeted by a rather annoyed looking Zachary, a hand on his hip. "Rin's out." He muttered. He had just gotten home, minus one expensive laptop, and didn't feel like being bothered for the rest of the night.

Father Anderson shrugged his shoulders, entering the small house without permission as he took a seat on the beat up couch, ignoring the strange stains it held. "That's okay. I was looking for your company anyways, Zach." His voice was light as air, stretching out as he put his arms behind his head, getting comfortable. "Zach. That's a nice name, really."

Zachary sighed, already speed dialing as it began to ring in his ears. "Your pervy priest is on our couch. Get him out of here." He stressed the last sentence before slamming it shut.

VIII. Since [Rag] or [Father Anderson] are under a love spell, how do they try to spoil their partner?

Frowning at the sudden anger Zach seemed to give him, he searched the room lazily, fingers tracing everything they could touch from the solid wood coffee table to the fragile glass windows. Finally they rested upon a small, leather bound book with small gold writing. It looked...nice. Grabbing it in one hand, he patted Zach's back with the other, holding it in front of him. "I thought you might like this."

Zachary took it, looking at it a moment before his frown grew even further. "You..you just found that, over there on the book stand." He paused, looking him over. "Are you on drugs?" It was a practical question at this point, with the way the otherwise very reserved and educated man was acting. In all honesty, it was giving him the creeps. "I already own it, its mine." He sighed. "Thanks, though." A small mutter, not wanting to be completely mean, no matter how creepy he seemed to be right now.

IX. [Zachary] tries to steal from either [Rin] or [Father Anderson]. Do they succeed?

Finally locking Father Anderson in the bathroom, shoving a chair against the handle to make sure he couldn't get out, he plopped down on the couch, head rolling back as he stared blankly at the ceiling. Why couldn't he just have one single night that was just slightly normal for once? Was that really just too much to ask? In truth it was his own fault, but for now he would blame Rin. The person that decided to destroy his favorite laptop. Maybe she had something that he could take from her, without her knowing of course. He didn't want to be maimed quite yet in life.

Pushing himself up, he wandered towards her bedroom, pausing just outside her door as he read the wide array of paper signs that covered it. Everything from 'do not enter' to 'if you enter i will slice off your balls, shove them down your throat, then pull them back out from your asshole'  and 'have a nice day' littered the otherwise plain brown door. Shaking his head, he reached for the doorhandle slowly, eyes never leaving the glistening metal knob. Finally he pulled away, cursing under his breath before heading to the basement. He'd do it later. Yeah...

X. [Galvin] throws a slumber party but only invites one person. Which character did they invite?

Stumbling through the front door, he left his shoes on the oven and his coat in the fridge, making sure to knock over every single piece of paper on his way through the living room. No, he didn't feel the greatest, but that didn't bother to stop him from inviting his new friend over for a little late night party. Still having him in his tight grasp, he led him up the attic stairs, pulling them up behind them as he clicked on the single light. It was tidy despite the dust on the walls, but he would deal with that later. "So, what do you think?"

"...." He leaned over, slamming his head against the wall a few times before clearing his throat. "Why did you crash through my window, throw me over your shoulder, then take me into your dusty old attic? Generally people just use an unmarked white van."

Galvin raised up his hand, finger pointing towards the sky before falling backwards into his bed, already snoring soundly, eyes shut tight. He was out like a light, leaving Rag to continue to bang his head against the wall, silently.

XI. All of the Characters get together for a 'wholesome' dinner… does it go well? Give details.

Rin finally made her way into the house, wiping the slight amount of blood from her cheek. It wasn't hers, by any means, but it was bothering her all the same. She didn't like it when other people's bodily fluids touched her, however perverse that may sound. Pulling a box of ramen from the cabinet she split it into three separate portions, each in its own bowl, setting it on the kitchen table that was strangely already void of any paper. Clearing her throat, she cracked her neck to the side before continuing. "Get your asses in here for dinner!"

Zach swore, nearly dropping his cigarette onto the keyboard, grumbling obscenities as he made his way up the creaky wooden stairs. She was already home? He swore she had wings hidden on her ankles, like the Greek God Hermes. Except...with the personality of Hera. Damn playing God of War so late at night.

(half an hour later)

Rin leaned in her chair, resting on its back two legs as she shoved a spoon of ramen into her mouth, a content look on her features. They never ate together that often and it was a nice change for once. Zachary was quietly eating his portion of the ramen, Rin had just finished hers, and Galvin had his head in the bowl, snoring rather loudly. Yeah, it was nice. Though she swore she could hear banging from the bathroom...

XII. Mysteriously, [Rin] dies. [Galvin] and [Father Anderson] are the only ones around.  How do they react?

Finally breaking out of the bathroom, he coughed into his hand, the effect of the love potion finally wearing off. He didn't know what he had done, but he hoped it wasn't anything too serious or damaging. He had a reputation to maintain and a life style to attend to, and love potions definitely were not a part of it. Stumbling into the kitchen, he took a step back, eyes wide with what he saw. Rin lay with her head against the table, a steady stream of blood flowing onto the ground. Everything was still and silent and made him make the cross over his chest.

Scanning the room he saw Galvin snoring soundly in the living room, head on the floor, feet in the air as the couch creaked under his shifting weight. It was obvious that he wasn't the culprit at this point in time. Shaking him lightly, he made sure not to touch anything that could be used as evidence. "Galvin." He said softly. "Galvin! What happened here?"

Hiccuping, he flickered his eyes open, a disgruntled twitch in his smile. "You're not the barmaid."

XIII. [Galvin] gets into an accident. What were they riding? How did it happen?

Coughing into his hand, he couldn't help but notice the faint amount of blood mixed in with his spit that reminded him of cheap whiskey for some reason. His head was throbbing and he couldn't help but notice he couldn't move his legs. Finally forcing his eyes open, he was greeted by an endless scene of stars and black that made him want to forget all the worries in the world. But as his gaze traveled lower he couldn't help but see his motorcycle laying on its side, trapping his legs, bent metal that use to be his exhaust system.

Looking further he saw a trashed street sign with graffiti littering it, but no other signs of life. He was confused, and hurt, and struggled to get the bike off of him long enough to slip out. His jeans were torn and small bits of blood seeped through in various spots. He couldn't remember a damned thing except something about someone being dead, or dying, or lying...or something.

He really had to stop drinking.

XIV. [Zachary] tries to get a job with the help of [Galvin] or [Rag]. How did that go?

Not being home for a few weeks, he decided it was time to earn a little cash while he was out on his tantrum. See how far Rin and her little team could get without his expert hacking skills, without his beautiful laptop. Unfortunately, he had to go to the only other person that knew him and what it was that he did. "So...do you think you can help me?" He was hungry as hell and looked even worse.

Rag leaned against the wall, thinking it over silently as he kicked a rock across the alley way. He didn't like helping people except himself and his family, but it seemed like he had little choice in the matter. Zach was kind of like his family, in a weird and twisted way. "Fine. Go here." He handed him a dirty, hand drawn map. "Strip. Take the money and come back." A pause. "Fifty/fifty."

Without speaking, he turned on his heels, head between his shoulders as he shook his head slowly. "No, no. So much no." With that, he was gone, leaving a very satisfied Rag in his wake.

XV. [Galvin] or [Rag] decide to leave a tavern. How does that go? Why did they leave?

Galvin stood in front of Warehouse 5, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest, a look of determination behind his eyes. "I'm going in there, and I'm going to tell you flat out 'I'm not having another drink' and that'll be the end of it." He said firmly to nobody in particular, not a single guard to be seen since the few weeks prior. With a heave in his chest and a strength in his step, he made his way inside the building.

(5 hours later)

With a grin on his face, his wallet completely bare, and a stagger in his step, he left the tavern completely and utterly drunk.

XVI. [Rin] wakes up in the bed with a random character of your choice!

Letting out a loud moan, she streched her arms far behind her head, curling to the side slightly before opening her eyes lazily. Sun was streaming through the window and she caught the faint scent of cinnamon wafting in the air. Everything was warm, and friendly, and...not her house. Bolting upright in the bed, she made sure to cover herself with the blanket, eyes scanning the room to figure out where she was. Bookcases, lights, wood furnishing, Father Anderson in bed with her, a few tea cups, a stool...Wait... "What the fuck are you doing in bed with me? Where the fuck are we? I'm going to kill you if you don't talk fast." Where was her gun? "Really, fast."

Father Anderson let out a chuckle as he produced a cup of steaming tea and a roll of cinnamon bread on a plate for her. "Hush, child. You were bleeding so I took you back here to regain your strength. In all truth, I thought you had died."

"...so you're a necro."

He let out an irritated noise. "I am not naked, and neither are you, so shut the hell up and enjoy the hospitality." His smile was wide but his eyes were narrow with a quiet rage. It was how the two of them worked together. It was how they barely were able to hold a conversation. "I swear its not Holy Water this time." He added cheerfully, causing her to spit out her tea, giving him a weary look. Never trust the priest.

XVII. A character of your choice becomes a supreme being and creates the world in their image.

Everyone in the world, was turned into laptops. It was a freak change, that happened in an instant, but nobody saw it coming or even knew why it had happened. Over night, everyone had changed into the most technologically advanced and most beautiful laptops ever seen in the world.

Zachary sat on the couch, a bag of Doritos by his side, and a cigarette hanging off his lip. He had a smug smile on his face, a flick in his wrist, and couldn't help but laugh at the thought of everything that had happened in the past month.

No, Rin would never be able to touch his laptops again.

XVIII. Before we go, all of your characters want to take a moment to ask you (their creator) for something that they have always wanted.

1. Rin : Why, in hells name, did I have blood on my cheek? Do you think I'd allow that to happen? DO YOU?!
"...you're way too god damn loud."

2. Zachary : My laptop...my beautiful laptop...why? Why did you do it?
"...blame Rin. None of us can say no."

3.Galvin :  ...I hate you.
"...that good sir, is not a question."

4. Rag : You put me with these idiots, all the damned time. When will you figure out I don't want to be near any of them? Ever.
"You don't have a say in the matter. You're a minor."

5. Father Anderson : Can't we all just get along?
"....no."