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Once he was sure Kevin was gone, Silex spoke up. “You must realize that we cannot abandon him.” Derek looked at Silex incredulously. “You’re joking, right?” “The boy is scared. He knows not how to handle this. He knew not of the pain he would inflict with his writing. We wish to return home. He does as well.” “Seriously? After what he’s done to you? After what he’s done to me? How do we know all of this isn’t his fault? How do we know that he isn’t just playing us?” Silex cocked his head to one side. “Do you think he is capable of that?” “I d

Satan looked down at his pocket watch and his brow furrowed. Death’s margin for error was almost completely gone. “It’s almost time. Are you sure this is going to work?” Death adjusted the brim of his hat. “If I say yes, will you believe me? C’mon, ol’ buddy, have some faith in me.” Satan’s expression darkened. ”I can still change my mind.” “And I can still let word get out that there’s a way to cross planes. Wouldn’t that just be a riot?” Again, Death was two steps ahead. He’d thought of everything to make sure Satan had no other option. 

KEVIN DID THE THING THE END

As they walked, Rella observed Kevin silently. There wasn't much to him. Well, there was a lot to him, he was a large man, but he didn't seem to be very complex. She took the opportunity to try and get the boy on her side. It wouldn't hurt to have someone she could manipulate. “You seem like a very sweet boy, Kevin. Someone whom your friends should appreciate.” she said in an almost insultingly nice tone. “I'm very glad to have met you.” “T-thank you.” Kevin stammered, taken aback by Rella's sudden kindness. That was something he needed to hear, although he was confused. He hadn't said a word to her for t

Hours had already passed, but there seemed to be no change in the atmosphere of Nothing. It still seemed like the night was young, and even from several blocks away, it was clear that the city center was still brightly lit and buzzing with activity. The streets surrounding the Blind Pig seemed as desolate as usual, save for the occasional soul wandering around. The team stopped outside the saloon, with Derek triple-checking to make sure the box of keys was secure. “Same procedure. You go inside. I wait.” Silex took up a position outside the saloon door and waited. Derek once again threw open the doors to the Blind Pig, and once

 Silex trudged on through the streets of Nothing, drawing shocked stares and various mutterings from the crowd of people walking along the brightly lit avenue. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, but he kept walking. They had to find a way out. That's what the guy in the truck said, right? That much was clear. "Do you actually know where we're going?" Derek's voice interrupted Silex's thoughts. "Yes, absolutely. We're on our way out of here." Silex lied.   Not convinced, Derek pressed the issue. "Where's the way out?"   "It's...this way. I'm sure of it."   "Absolutely sure?" "Yes." "Entirely sure? You're entirely sure that we a

--BASICS-- Name: Derek Williams, born Daniel J. Van Worthington Age: Biologically 36 (he can't age normally anymore), chronologically 131 Sex: Male Race: White --APPEARANCE-- Height: 5'11" Weight: 225 lbs Build: Athletic Skin: Pale but reasonably healthy looking Hair: Brown but graying along the edges, a little bit logner than a standard crew cut. Eyes: Brown, with a world-weary sort of appearance. Other defining features: Multiple scars along his body, with a prominent scar along his chin. Clothing: Black wool windbreaker over a white long-sleeved shirt and bulletproof vest, dark navy work jeans and dark grey combat boots. --PERSONALITY--

--BASICS-- Name: Silex Dryane Age: Roughly 42 Earth years Sex: Male Race: Pyromasian Superior --APPEARANCE-- Height: 7'3" Weight: 550 lbs out of armor, 790 lbs with armor. Build: He's pretty much built like a tank, a little bigger than a human of these proportions would be. Skin: He's made out of rock and lava, with the rock being his "skin". Hair:  He experiences sensations of touch via small hairs along his body, with some larger tufts of hair present. Eyes: One approximately golf ball sized red eye, one empty, destroyed socket where the other eye used to be. Other defining features: While in his armor, he speaks in a deep but breat

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Kevin sighed and looked up at the clock once again. He willed it to move faster, prayed to a god or two, begged and pleaded with the powers that be. He wanted to go home goddammit. The teacher wasn't even teaching at this point, she was just lazily reading from the book in a monotone voice that Kevin was sure could be sold as a cure for insomnia. She didn't care, nobody else in the class cared, and "cared" would imply that Kevin had begun caring at any point in time. Just before Kevin ended up paying a visit to Mr. Sandman, the teacher wrapped up her lecture and dismissed class. With newfound energy, Kevin sprang out o

--BASICS-- Name: Kevin Age: 19 Sex: Male Ethnicity: White --APPEARANCE-- Height: 6'3" (1.9m) Weight: Heavy Build: Rather overweight, a generous gut but with broad shoulders Skin: Pale-ish, not exactly Snow White but could use a tan Hair: Black, manageable under the right conditions but typically a curly mess Eyes: Hazel Other defining features: One mean death stare, wears his emotions on his sleeve most of the time, has a pretty expressive face Clothing: Blue jeans with a pair of yellow athletic shorts underneath, a red and black Metallica shirt under a plain black pullover hooded sweatshirt, blue basketball shoes, and a plain white b