Phantasos

[You.

Yes, YOU.

You are in possession of some kind of device. It doesn't matter what it is. Laptop, PDA, cell phone, remote control, digital freaking watch--

If it has a screen, and some kind of keyboard -- or microphone, if you're too lazy to work your stubby, human digits -- you are now getting trolled. Congratulations!]

GC: H3Y
GC: H3Y YOU!
GC: DOWN H3R3!!
GC: DONT 1GNOR3 M3 >:P

[Or do you take the easy way out, and just come across a small girl-like figure tapping away at a portable computer.

And snickering occasionally.]

((ooc: voice testing Terezi Pyrope from Homestuck. If you really really don't want/can't read H3R PR3TTY WORDS, please just comment to that effect -- or just use action. <3 ))

[ Asuka twirls a piece of spaghetti with her fork and stares at it before letting it slip back off the tines and onto the plate. She's not even that hungry. And the food here is crummy. ]

[ She leans forward and rests her chin on her hands. ]

Stupid.

[ Annddd she's stabbing a meatball and flinging it across the table in boredom. ]

((ooc: voice-testing! feel free to get hit by the meatball. or just dodge and glare at her anyway?))

[The last rays of sunlight finally disappear behind the horizon. Darkness descends and blankets this deserted area in the veil of night. It's the perfect opportunity for those that lurk in the dark to come out an play. Demons. Spirits. They are the ones that reign over the night. All it takes is one little step from his hiding place for him to embrace that very philosophy.

At least until the night is over and the sun, once again, begins to peek out through the darkness.

Sword on a shoulder, the night time Rikuo looks around. For what? He isn't likely to say right away. So through the shadows, he starts to walk, dropping the blade from it's resting spot. Tip touching the ground, he drags it along as he strolls. Better hope the noise doesn't bother you too much.

But then again. This is what being a demon is all about.]