Her ears perked up . " Hai!,,, uh I mean ok." she blushed, slightly. "lead the way Mister." She grinned happy to have someone else with her so as if she was to run into a nother monster, she could run while the monster was trying to kill him. or not, she was pretty sure he could handle it.

Alastair smiled under his hood. He silently wondered how he must appear to others, his hood completely obscuring his face, leaving them to interpret body language. He then nodded, motioning for her to follow.
"May I ask your name miss?"

"Alexandra, sir." she blinked wondering if he was in his 30's or 40's. Seeing as she could just aswell be as old as her dad.

(more like mid 300,000's XD)

Alastair bowed,
"I am Alastair, a messenger of death, pleased to make your acquaintance."

Virgil narrowed his eyes, despite his best efforts, he could still fell Death following him. Virgil jumped high into the air and slashed the scythe downward. The blade of the scythe ripped open the fabric of space, leaving a glowing red gash in the air. Oh how he loved doing that, the only drawback was that he had to stay in the current dimension, he hadn't learned how to traverse between them with it yet. Virgil flew through the opening and it closed seamlessly behind him.

A hand caught Virgil's arm as he flew through the hole, the limb sticking from a hole of its own. The owner was a thin, black haired woman with freightening eyes, her hair short cropped and straight. She wore a fewturless white dress, the dimension behind her equally as white. "Hello, Pride," she murmured, increasing her grip as she began to pull him through teh whole, to her realm.

(And now we meet Order. I'm sorry, but I really felt like bringing her in...a la her constant nagging.)

((lol you all sound funny, wow he's old... so is he like only bones under the robes? or like a corpse?))

"your a reaper?" she looked at him in amazement and admirably. She h ad never ment a grim reaper before, hell she hadn't ment many people before.

(He usually looks like a rotting corpse, but that's just for show, he's actually really handsome, you'll find out later ^.^)

Alastair shook his head violently, embarrased by her awe.
"No no no. I'm a wraith, a gatherer of souls. There can only be one reaper and that's my brother carlos."

Virgil stared, aghast, at the lesb- I mean girl. (XP)
"How the- who are you!?"

(Here's his profile:
Name: Alastair
Age: as old as life...
Species: Wraith
Appearance:

Personality: Despite his intimidating appearance, Alastair is rather shy and timid. He dislikes his job very much, because noone is ever happy to see him.
Magical Power(s): Being an apparition, he can 'ghost' through solid objects. His powers are rooted in darkness and he rarely uses them, for they have a tendancy to go overboard.
Bio: Alastair was born in the core underworld. Every dimension has an underworld, but they are all regulated by the core. He was born with 12 brothers, all 13 of them are sent out to collect the souls that cling to life and refuse to move on. Alastair was unlucky enough to become the hunter wraith, the one that hunts down and kills beings that refuse to die (by magical means or otherwise)
Member of the House?yes. in time...
Other:
This is the song that suits him: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qIRB94byH8
(I like to add this because it gives you a better feeling for the character.)
Weapon: http://media.photobucket.com/image/s...aw/Sword-1.jpg
(you cant see it very well in the picture, but his sword looks like this.))

The Kitsune laughed at at the man's blush. " Cool I've always wanted to meet a soulreaper even though your ony a wraith that's good enough for me." she winked at him her tail swaying behind her.
((what a flirt.))

"Call me Order, prideful one," Order sneered, pulling him all teh way into her stark world, the area rhey were in a large and ornate, but well organised, chamber. Demons fussed about, barely paying attention the their mistress as she pulled forth one of the Seven, each knowing that they were doomed for reaping. lucifer had broken a law and, unfortunately, had actually escaped persecution. It had, in consequence, fallen upon them to fill out the necessary paperwork. Behind Virgil, the rip closed, sealing them inside until Order saw it necessary.

(0.o how could she see the blush under his hood?)

"Why than--"
Suddenly the doors on all sides of them burst open, allowing a swarm of green tentacles to flood the hallway.
"Gya! It's back!"

Virgil smiled, bowing.
"Order eh? I'm not quite a fan of order myself..."
Virgil scraped the scythe along the white marble floor causing an ear piercing shriek and leaving a large scratch, Marring the perfect surface.

((Shes psychic,))

"What is this a game?! the first one to eat the fox wins?!" she yelled at the tentancles from behind Alastair.
She fox claws enflamed by her anger.
A small smirk appeared on her lips. You could say this little fox was insanely bipolper. But she was mostly just insane.
"I'm up for some suchi. What do you say mister Wraith?"

Alastair smiled,
"I wouldn't mind..."
Alastair stretched his hand in front of him, calling to his sword. The shadows in the room gathered into his hand, forming his demonic sword. The blade pulsed with red veins of dark energy, lusting for blood. Alastair smiled, and then sliced forward, cutting off multiple tentacles.

"…pretty..." she stared wide eyed at the sword. Shaking her self out of it she charged at the tentacles. Jumping up she used his sword as leverage, to propel her faster, though carful not to cut herself or knock it out of his hand. Her black wings shoot out of her back as she sliced through the remanding legs, landing on the other side of the room a proud smile graced her face as she blew out the flames on her claws.

Order ignored him, her hand snapping outward and, in a graceful, fluid motion, snatched the scythe from his hand, eyes the glowing metal as it hummed in her hand. "This does not belong to you," she said emotionlessly, closing her eyes as it disappeared in a flurry of blue light, her own bluish eyes cold and emotionless as she stared.

"Virgil smiled, you know what else doesnt belong to me..."
Virgil pulled a katana out of thin air.
"I was very surprised when she accepted me actually..."

Alastair continued hacking off the tentacles, closing cleared doors as he went along.

Order just blinked, a smile forming on her lips. "You are rash and do not think ahead," she murmured, the demons around them stopping to stare, some dropping their papers. They were prepared to kill for their mistress, but mostly out of respect. It was not like Order could be killed by outward means. Death had to be internal for her, a reaction from her growing age. The more she aged, the more she withered inside.

Virgil smiled again,
"Oh, but is brashness not a form of pride? Hubris, courage, confidence, honor, vanity, all of these are pride and being the cardinal sin of pride, I naturally embody these things. I have pride in my appearance, pride in my possessions, and pride in my ability to fight."
Virgil slowly began to circle order, hefting the katana.
"I can sense it... you have very strong pride in the way you keep your surroundings, and also in the respect you workers show for you. These things only serve to make me stronger."
Virgil smiled wider, a thought suddenly forming.
"Yes... you are order. And is order not brought about by a trial?"
Virgil lifted the sword high in the air straight above him.
"I make the claim that the seven sins have been unjustly sentenced, for if order and chaos should have an undying form, I believe we are allowed one as well. I call upon lady Justice, oversee our trial if you'd please."
A large circle began to glow around Virgil and Order, barring any interference. A beautiful robed angel descended, her eyes covered with a silk cloth.
"Greetings, court is now in session."
Justice smacked her gilded gavel on a desk she summoned, signaling the start of the trial.

The door next to Alex slammed out, Three tentacles reached out as well as chains that wrapped around the small fox, catching her off guard. She let out a muffled scream as the chains squeezed her.

Alastair's eyes widened, He quickly darted forward lashing out at the chains.

Order just smiled at Virgil, admiring his tenacity. Indeed, she was prideful and took too much vanity in her works with her children. Too bad they were all disappointments, especially that happy-go-lucky bastard, Kogan. She turned, nodding curtly to Justice as she lifted her hand, fingers poised to snap, smiling only slightly. "If this is a trial to determin the fates of his sins, it would be wise for their creator's presence to be issued as well," she said, snapping her fingers, a deep, smokey cloud of dust and fire bursting forth and scorching the floor before her. When it faded, a black haired man wearing a pitch black suit and wearing a pair of reading glasses stood there, his annoyance apparent in his face. "I thought we cleared this up, you bitch," he snarled, not even noticing his most powerful son nearby.

Virgil bowed deeply,
"My lord. It is nice to see you again, unfortunately it seems our reunion isn't in the best of circumstance."

Alastair screamed in frustration, the chains weren't affected by his sword. He would have to use some of his powers, something he despised having to do.

Order just chuckled as Lucifer's expression went from annoyed, to baffled, to downright pissed. "You bitch!! This is about them, isn't it!!" he snarled, turning to look away from Virgil, who he had spent a good five seconds gawking at, to glaring dangerously at Order.

John just floated there, blinking. he couldn't do anything! There was no way to help! He sat there, feeling as useless as he was. He snarled, looking away. Not that it mattered, once the reaper outside, and he could FEEL that mute fuck, he'd be reaped and sent off to whatever hell he deserved.

Struggling agianst the chain only made everything worst. They where like metal Constrictors tightening their grib with the slightest movement. For crying out loud! She flinched as she heard something brake. Coughing hard as the air was squeezed from her lungs.

Virgil leaned against his sword.
"I have appealed to lady justice, stating that we have been falsely sentenced."

Lady justice leaned her face against her palm.
"So, I've wanted to ask for a while Lucie... How was the fall?"
Lady Justice's lips curved into a teasing smile.

Alastair called upon his forbidden powers, and the shadows in the room flowed toward him. His cloak billowed around him and from it's dark depths two eel-like creatures shot out, gnawing through the chains and releasing Alex from their grip.

(I'm talking about these two: http://media.herald-dispatch.com/blo...ark-701114.jpg )

(crap forgive the double post... I thought someone would have posted by the time I was done...)

Alexandra, fell to the ground holding her ribs. " thanks." She muttered softly, Climbing to her feet.