Dark-ninja-angel

Plague sat at the large, old, wooden table, in the old bunker acting of their meeting place. Next to him, Death sat his hood on and his arms folded, even though Plague couldn't see it he knew Death's eyes were on him. This feeling was confirmed as Plague reached over his shoulder and touched the boils on his back, only to feel Death's cold hand touch his, removing it from his back. Behind them, the young Famine sat on a stack of boxes, crunching through lollipops, the sound echoing through the bunker. Plague cringed as a discarded lollipop stick hit the back of his head, trying to ignore the child he sat in silence scratching at a small boil

They burst through the doors of the conference room almost knocking down the tall man with sliver hair and a bird perched on his shoulder. He turned quickly looking at them a bit of relief coming to his face. "Oh thank Gott you're ok!" Gilbert said as he hugged Feliciano tight. "Gilbert? What's happening?" Feliciano said returning his brother in laws a hug. "Natalya! She barged into the meeting with some of her brother's fighters and is going wild" Gilbert said looking over at Alfred. Alfred looked at Gilbert and Feliciano before running into the main meeting area looking frantically searching for Yao, tables and chairs had been flipped o