The Bound Spirits(Co-Hosted by DarkAngel787 and PikaPerson01) [Accepting in OOC]

[Ｄｈａｒｃ]

Grey stood over the defeated Proeliator and his Animus. Grey reached down his hand.
"Hey, you alright? I don't want you to die, y'know."
The other person accepted his hand and allowed himself to be pulled up.
Grey was weird. He wasn't like other Street Proeliators; He was kind and actually cared about the people he defeated. He was more like a Curator than the other Street Proeliators were, who were comparable to Anarchosa in their attitudes toward others.
Grey turned to Hakkin. "You ready? I think dinner's almost ready." Hakkin nodded and morphed himself into a platinum wheel, and rolled alongside Grey, who was running as fast as he could toward home.

[Sweetie Belle]

The fallen Anarchosa cried out as he fell to the ground. Covered in blood, he began to shake in fear.
"N-no... Don't... I have family..."
"Well, it sucks to be you." Haruki stabbed the man's heart. The man's partner began to turn and flee.
"I'm going someplace safe, like home!" He began to stumble away.
"There's a place safer than your home. It's called Hell." Haruki swung his scythe at the man, severing his head. Haruki stood over the two corpses. He was a Curator, a hero, but he had his own morals and his own ways of doing things. He had no remorse for killing people, except for the ones that were close to him. Not many people liked him, some people even said he was an Anarchosa himself.

[Catterjune]

(Eh, linking to the OOC thread here, in case I lose it. Hope no one minds. ._.

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/217743-the-bound-spirits-not-started-co-hosted-by-darkangel787-and-pikaperson01-oocacceptingliterate/
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From a good amount of distance away, the artful white haired young man casually smirked as he spotted the blonde haired man viciously tear into his villain.

"Fascinating." he muttered, adjusting his spectacles. He clearly saw the victim was an Animus Vinco. As such, he could only draw two conclusions. Either the blonde was a Curator, and his victim an Anarchos, the victim was the Curator and the blonde, Anarchos.

Judging by the way he violently butchered him, he doubted it was a street fight. Even Proliterians, as much as he, Felix, looked down on them, had their own code of honour.

And Felix himself, he was an Anarchos. If the blonde was also an Anarchos, Felix could reveal his powers and suggest a partnership, using this man as a pawn. If the blonde was a Curator, his very underdeveloped powers could easily pass him off as human.

Approaching slightly, he called out to the blonde. "Heavens, whatever did the man do to deserve such a punishment, if I may ask?" he kept his distance, should the man suddenly turn his violence onto Felix. After all, he wanted to keep a hold of his first life for as long as possible.

[Sweetie Belle]

"Heavens, whatever did the man do to deserve such a punishment, if I may ask?"
Haruki heard this to see a somewhat feminine man standing off in the distance.
"What business is it of yours, why I killed them? Stay in your own affairs; you shouldn't be involved in something that has nothing to do with you." Haruki wiped the blood off of the blade of his scythe. "Who are you anyways? What are you?"

[Catterjune]

"Touchy!" the flamboyant and over the top gentleman raised his hands in an exaggerated manner.

"Just rather curious. But then again, curiosity killed the cat." he giggled slightly, at the joke Haruki would probably not understand.

Still quite a ways away, Felix didn't bother to cross the street, but continued to keep his distance against the rather loose cannon. "Call me Cheshire. Felix Cheshire." from where he stood he pinched the edges of his rather long shirt and bent his knees with a bow, a curtsy.

"And who might you be good sir?" he called out.

[Sweetie Belle]

"Haruki. Haruki Mirai. It's as simple as that. Of course, some people can't even get the simplest things right. What are you doing here, anyways? Curators aren't usually in this part of the city. I'm only here for a mission." Haruki really didn't care who or why Felix was here. All he cared about was killing his next target. He bore a deep hatred for Anarchosa, and if he crossed paths with one, he was ruthless. His scythe, originally a bright, pearly white, was now a stained red, from the blood of those he has killed.

[Catterjune]

"Hmm... fascinating?" he raised a brow at the man's last words. In truth, he had found them fascinating. People watching was a hobby of his, and he was fairly certain he could manipulate the little hothead in a quick battle of wits.

"So, I take it then that you're a curator then hmm?" He giggled lightly, then turned his sight to the dead corpse. "And I take it that man... an anarchos... was... a part of the mission?"

He smirked casually running a gloved hand through the bangs of his hair. "Not a fan of them are you?"

[Sweetie Belle]

"Any anarchosa is an enemy. And why would I be a fan of them? There's nothing to like." Haruki was obviously annoyed by this man pressuring him with questions.
"What are you anyways? Are you another curator? Here to chastise me on how I do things? Well, forget it. I'm not changing. You can try all you want, but know this: The one who can change me, is the one who can kill me." Haruki twirled his scythe and began to walk away.

[Catterjune]

"Oh no sir, I'm... just a human." he nodded, a smug smirk as he could tell his weaker powers, along with the distance he had kept between them, had probably gone underneath his radar.

"If anything, I was wondering if a nice curator like you could help a man like me... take out the trash, so to speak." He ran a hand through his white locks.

He wracked his brain trying to think of the description, yet continued to look formal about him, not letting the fact that he was thinking hard affect his visage. He eventually recalled a young man he had seen with a silver reptilian creature. "A young man, gray untamed hair, with a red bandanna. Scars around the back of his neck, extending to his chin. He travels around with a monitor lizard too."

"The boy... seems to have potential, and he must be squashed before he becomes a more major threat."

The artful villain felt there was no way his gamble couldn't pay off. If either of them died, one less anarchos running around was a good thing. "So Mr Mirai... I hope to be seeing you again soon." He giggled to himself, not turning his back to the curator but taking several steps back and turning a corner, disappearing from sight until the next time he's needed in this RP.

[Ｄｈａｒｃ]

Grey saw the feminine-looking man dressed in formal attire talking to the man with the scythe as he ran through the streets. He was eager to get home for dinner. Mom was making baked potato soup, and he wasn't going to let his brother eat it all before he got a chance to chow down. Still, these two seemed interesting. He stopped and Hakkin morphed back into his preferred form of a monitor lizard. He crawled up the wall and peered around the side. Grey grabbed Hakkin's back and pulled himself up, then looked around the corner as well. The two were talking about something, but he couldn't quite hear...Grey leaned in closer as Hakkin extended his neck slightly.
"Red bandanna...Scars...Chin...Monitor lizard..."
Grey's eyes widened and he suddenly lost his grip on Hakkin's smooth body and fell on his back, knocking the wind out of himself. Hakkin jumped off and picked up Grey in a flash and raced off toward home. He knew Grey would be fine, but something about that man...Hakkin heard all of it...And he felt something creepy coming from the man, but couldn't quite place his claw on it...