Fruit for Fear and Death

Crow was thinking of some mean plans, when, BAM, a girl fell infront of him, mumbling a quiet 'oops'. Crow glanced at her, before smiling. "Doesn't look like the strawberry's like you." He said and looked her in the eyes. "Oh well. Atleast you're not one of those Aphrodite girls who would flip their hair and squeak: Ooops Daisy!"

Crow still wasn't in a good mood, he was just smiling his mischievous little smile. That did always make him feel somewhat better. Crow let a black flame dance across his finger, and he carried on thinking about the mean plans.

Oh how fun it would be to drop a gallon of paint on one of the Aphrodite guys, or maybe make a backfiring arrow for the Apollo dudes...The oppurtunities were absolouty endless! He grinned, imagining the faces of the shrieking Aphrodite girls as their perfect n' prety hair would get ruined.

Compared to the girl, he probably looked like a complete hobo, with his worn out chained jeans, his leather jacket, his black tie-up ankle boots and his dark green Bow and arrow t-shirt. He flicked away a bit of dust on his dull leather jacket, and fiddled with his golden buttons that were neatly sown on to the jeans. He tried connecting the buttons with the long silver chain on his jeans, which failed, but was still fun. The Death King smiled at his tinkering, then picked another strawberry. It was unripe, so it was green and smaller than the rest.

Crow looked up, amused that she was actually smiling at his little remarks. "Well...if you haven't noticed...the death king is indeed in a strawberry field. Well noticed." He said and chuckled lightly at the situation. This girl seemed to lighten his mood. "You don't seem all too dull, after all. Unlike others." He said and chuckled even more, tossing the rest of strawberry yet again over his shoulder. Crow's chocolate brown eyes flickered over the girls' facial details. She was probably asian or something of the sort. Of course Crow did not really care, he wasn't really intrested in people. "To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here. I was just angry at a few kids, so I needed some space, I guess." He looked over to the children in the distance. "And what brings you here?" He said while picking another strawberry of the bush.
He let his powers take over, a small black flame danced over his fingers and burned the strawberry to ashes in his palm. The wind blew the ashes away, but his fingers remained black and slightly sooty.

Crow shuffled away from her slightly. "I hope you know I'm not very social." He grinned, but then moved in a bit closer. He carried on eating strawberrys and not glancing at the girl. "I also hope you know I do not care for your name, as we are probably not going to walk across each other anytime later. But I suppose you could give me an answer with what you are called." Crow said and yawned quietly, not paying her any attention, really.

"Well, you should." Crow answered, taking the strawberry out of Falko's hands and bit into it. "Nephilim...Intresting. Well, Falko, I think the Cirque guys should have called you something like Bella or something...oh well." He smiled at her from the side. "It's wierd, thinking that I'm usually not so damn social. I mean, what's so special about someone like you, huh?" he grinned at her, obviously teasing the girl.

"My name is Crow Finnley." he tipped his head to one side, as if to ask a question. "But you should call me the death king. No one calls me by my real name." He said and bit into the next strawberry, his lips stained red. His tongue flickered over his lips, collecting the juice and bringing it from his thin pink lips into his mouth. He brushed through his hair once and raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer from Falko.

Crow laughed at her little swear. He grinned at her. "That was not meant to be a compliment. I'm not in the mood for a disscussion, alright, Falko?" As she grabbed the strawberry from him, he just raised an eyebrow and picked a new one. "And I've already told you..don't call me crow." He said. "Only my friends call me that." his expression turned grim. "Although I don't have any." He eventually stood up to fix his jacket a bit, then sat down, a little closer to Falko. That was not a flirting-move, it was more of an accident. He stole the Strawberry from her hand once again, and smirked.

Crow chuckled loudly and smirked. "Alright, Bella." He stopped, realizing Edward and Bella were a couple. He narrowed his eyes, thinking. "Uh...Yeah. I mean I didn't mean it like..." he wasn't embarressed, just surprised about what she had said. Did she know that they were a couple? The thought was way to confusing. He shook his head and finished the strawberry he had been passing around, and looked at her, tilting his head slightly again. He studied her details, and came to the wierd conclusion that she was slightly pretty. The death King didn't like to admit the fact, but he didn't care. It was true, anyway. He raised his head in intrest. he wanted to know more about her. He smiled, and an idea popped into is head.

He was in the mood for being a bit of a gentleman today. He stood up, offering his arm to the girl. "I'm bored. Let's walk." he said and looked at her, expressionlesss.

Crow smiled, but still hooked his arm up with hers. The death King was feeling a bit crazy today. He grinned. "Or maybe Romeo and Juliet." He said, his eyes still focused on the strawberrys. He began to walk at a slow pace, Falko hooked into his arm. Then he let go, climbing up a grape tree. Because of Crow's lightness, it wasn't a problem, really. He picked the best and finest grapes frm the top, and dropped them down to Falko. He popped two or three in his mouth himself, and smiled cooly nonchantly, like he did this all the time in the underworld-which he didn't.

Crow jumped down, landing on his feet, one hand on the ground, spiderman style. He stood up smoothly, and smiled. "No, I'll be calling you Falko." He said, walking along again, this time without hooking his arm in hers, but glancing at her from over his shoulder. He stopped walking to catch up with her, then raised his eyebrows and shook his head, getting his messy hair back into the tousled state he loved. He smiled, knowing that comment would make her have to answer back somehow. "Or maybe terror face. Dunno." The Son of Death said, popping more and more grapes into his mouth quickly.

"So, you're one of the endless Thanatos children," she stated. "Isn't your cabin crammed full by now?"
Crow looked back at her. "Yeah. Death is popular among the mortals." He said sarcastically, laughing at his stupid little joke. He wasn't intrested in a long talk really, but he had to go along with it. He took a look at Falko again, she didn't look all to 'Terror-ish'. "So, I don't know who your godly parent is. Deimos? Ares? Phobos?"

Crow looked at her. "I don't read. You tell me." Crow said. "But since Deimos is the god of terror, I'm guessing it's deimos." He said, smiling.

"Thanatos is quite cool to have as a god parent. Awesome powers." He said and smiled. "I can summon 6 undead soldiers a day. And I can do this." he said and let a ball of pure dull black flames flicker in his hand, the light going out after 30 seconds.
He grinned. "Impressive, huh? What's your power, Terror face?" He asked, trying to annoy her, even if it didn't work.

"Power? B*tch, please. I got several. But since I'm a nice girl, I'll only show you one."

Crow was about to say something, when the setting changed. He was deep under water, yet his clothes had not gotten wet. he could not move or breathe. He tried to shout "Hey, what the f*ck?", but his words got trapped in his throat, as he saw dark shadows moving amongst the water. Somehow they looked like an illusion, but somehow, everything felt-and looked as real as could be. Fifteen seconds passed-which felt like forever 'Underwater'.

He fell. But where from? It was only a few centimetres, but it was enough to knock the breath out of him. He gasped, coughing, checking that everything was still there. He saw Falko, with glimmering eyes, standing infront of him. He gaped at her shortly, then shut his mouth. he didn't want her to see him admire her powers. But he had had enough of fears. It was his turn. He thought of everything bad that ever happened to him, and anger welled up inside of him. Enough to make him furious. It's my turn, Nephilim. He thought and the black aura around him flickered. His eyes glinted strongly, they almost seemed to get darker, and they were open wider, fixed on Falko's face.

For the second time of the day, he summoned his fireball into his hands. He raised his hand, the fire flickering, almost seeming to make everything darken. He screamed eigero, which meant 'To recall the dead to life'. (http://www.biblestudytools.com/lexicons/greek/nas/egeiro.html Hope that is correct xD)

The ground rumbled as six ghostly pale grey arms shot up out of the ground. Snarling and growling came from below, and six roman undead soldiers slowly awakened from their 'slumber'. Crow grinned madly, and told them to formate into a circle. The fire in his hands dissapeared, but Crows eyes darted across to Falko's. The Archers got their bows ready into position, read to shoot. but they didn't. Crow screamed some more orders, before the undead soldiers in their blue and gold uniforms sunk into the ground. The aura flickered and faded, yet Crows eyes were still hungry for revenge. He remembered his mother. How he had burned both of her arms. He smiled madly. How badly he wanted to do it again. He remembered that the daughter of Deimos was still standing there, so his eyes dimmed, and he fell to the ground dizzy and sick.

After a few minutes Crow stood up again, his mouth formed into his old, usual smile. "Good enough for you, Nephilim?" He said, grinning. He brought out his sword and chopped around in the strawberry bushes, the red drops of fruit juice looking like blood on a battle field.

OOC: Dayum Long post. xD

Falko watched as Crow stood back up and made undead warriors rise from the ground, a black aura flickering around him. The undead looked rather scary, but that fear just made adrenaline rush into her veins, giving her an elated feeling. Grinning, she watched his display of powers, arms crossed, until he fell down, exhausted. Finally, he rose again.

"Good enough for you, Nephilim?"

"Let's say it was entertaining," the daughter of Deimos smirked.

Crow looked at her, eyebrows raised in slight anger. "That's all, Terror Face?" Crow said, slowly clenching his fists, and grabbing the hilt of his stygian iron sword, ready to unsheather it. But somehow, he knew he didn't want this girl to be his enemy, although he might beat her.

He took a deep breath and grinned, fakely, of course. He raised his eyebrows once more. "By the way, I'm quite a good swimmer, so water isn't a fear of mine." He said, tilting his head to one side. He stared menacingly at Falko, then the look dissapeared as The Death King popped the last grape into his mouth.

OOC: So, on the next meeting, Falko is going to teach him how to handle a crossbow? xD