Thread: Erebos (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Jibril Jack Attire Light blue, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, black cargo pants with dark red suspenders, black and blue knee high socks, and black knee high boots with multiple buckles. Weapon double-barrel old world shotgun, old world katana, new age katana, and two hunting knives. Location Erebos Tagging ZaphkielDanikaTrystanAnyoneThe other pirates Time October 1, 3075 Night Name Nickname Zaphkiel Zack Attire Red tank-top, black cargo pants, dark green suspenders, black shitkickers, and black goggles. Weapon Two old world katanas, two pistols with silencers, and two five inch bone handled daggers. Location Erebos Tagging JibrilDanikaTrystanAnyoneThe other pirates Time October 1, 3075 Night It seemed that everyone thought getting food and drinks was a good idea and the twins had to sigh. They figured they wouldnt be able to walk alone, especially with Danika hanging out like the younger sibling, but they also knew that the pirate leader and the other pirate men that he had met up with would probably want to chatter and pat each other on the backs for being a pain in the Illuminatis asshole. It was proper thinking, they believed, but it was also justtime-consuming maybe not in the stereotypical way but just silly. They werent sure how to exactly process it but they followed behind the others at a leisurely pace, keeping them in their sights until they came to whatever watering hole Trystan had stumbled upon and apparently knew very well. The twins didnt enter right away, instead they let the others go ahead before circling around the place discretely, checking for exits, entrances, and any signs of hostile peoples. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, they then walked into the bar, scanning the crowd for people that seemed out of sort. Nothing struck against their instincts and so they lightly relaxed their guard before settling in with their motley crew without being too close to all of them. They needed ample room in case they needed their weapons. Zaphkiel leaned lightly against Jibril, hearing Trystan say he was paying for food and drinks. The twins just shrugged, a cute little waitress walking up to them. Zaphkiel put on a light smile before putting in their orders for food, making sure to give her a small tip to make the order fast and to have food for the dragons. Quickly, she went to put in the order while Jibril turned to the bartender with a determined face. We want shots. Strong and fast. Four Red Headed Sluts, if you dont mind, She said with a light grin, as if daring him to deny her. The shots were delicious and red in color and had a nice kick to them. If she had enough of them, shed be drunk as hell and maybe thats what she wanted to lose a little bit of control. Zaphkiel wouldnt drink as much as her and so he would keep an eye out. She was the one who was calculating while being wild and zany while Zaphkiel was more withdrawn and in control. And yet they managed to coordinate their mentalities and actions in almost mirror like ways. Maybe it was unnerving to some but to themand possibly that tracker, it was normalcy. That tracker was definitely one of them, or maybe bred from one of them which would have been difficult. Most G.A.Hs were sterile and very few of them were able to carry children to term without the threat of death if they even managed to conceive in the first place. And like the twins, it was rare for them to survive to an old enough age to bear children much less get out of the facility they were created in. They hadnt planned on letting the twins escape but they had gotten out. Jibril felt the memory of escape coming on and she shut her eyes, forcing it back while she sat there. She wouldnt allow herself to trip back down that rabbit hole. Zaphkiel sent a soothing wave of emotion through their bond and she calmed further, glancing at Danika with a coy grin that showed nothing of the inner struggle the pair faced daily. So, milkduds, what you feel like drinking?