The World Gone Mad?

OOC: Edited

Beyril grinned, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He stretched out of his sword, the weapon slowly dissolving as the top of his body appeared in a glowing red mist. He kissed her slowly, gently, though obviously restrained. "I love you sometimes..."

Beyril smirked, "Only sometimes?"

He gave her another, less gentle kiss. "Ok, all the time. Let's go." With that he vanished, his weapon self whole again.

When jet got done playing hells bells he plays thunderstruck

Beyril looked over at Jet with his guitar, "Shall we kill some on our way?" she grinned wickedly.

He shivers with delight in her hands, his reflection nodding. "Yes, as many as possible..."

She grinned, jumping down, swinging his blade at Jet, resonating her soul with his.

Niche: I slowly peek over the edge of the windowsill, even though the glass of the window was gone I still felt more protected looking through the pane than out in the open.

Jet eyes open slightly from playing guitar and he rolls to one side out of the way but befor he does the blade comes down slicing off his left arm he yells in pain and stumbles backwards the arm on the ground blood squirting from the wound

OOC: He's a giant freaking death scythe and their souls are resonating. Unless you can roll like, 25-30 ft, you're still at least getting clipped a bit. Edit your post. That's going to hit you.

His blade grew, colored with red energy as it became twice as large. It would cut through anything, and right now it was being used against Jet.

Niche: my eyes widen and I gasp. I had never seen anything like this before, and I wasn't sure that it was best for me to be so close to a weapon like that.

OOC: there :P

OOC: Thank you. Sorry if I was being mean.

IC: Beyril grinned, bracing the blade behind her back as she landed, "I missed the smell of blood."

OOC: it is ok

IC: Jet grimaces and clutches where his arm was with his right arm and says looking at the blade noticing the shape of the sharp part "S-Sylas?"

((WHOA.))

Niche: I duck back behind the store front, my eyes filled with fear.

Sylas shivers a bit, seeming to pull Beyril towards him. "I want more."

Jet then yells "Sylas is that you?"

OOC: he knows what sylas's blade looks like when the plane with the souls crashed

Sylas glows, appearing in front of Beyril in his human form. "What do you want, ant?"

"You don't have to do this. You should be helping civilians out of the ruins not killing them."

Sylas took a few slow steps towards him. "It's not that simple, Jet..." He smiles slowly, until her was right in front of Jet. "It's never that simple. The madness is simpler. So. Much. Simpler."

Beyril offered him her hand, "Come, love. Let's end this blemish in our paradise."

Sylas looked back at her, then back to Jet. "She's calling, Jet. Surrender or die..."