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Post by damon on Jul 28, 2016 21:31:24 GMT -7
Skittering sand and shifting shadow hailed his return, slower than he had managed before, the solid form took shape leaning against the brick wall of the apartment complex. He had come to prefer this form, he found himself catching eyes, bu also able to appear intimidating, which was quite handy. He pulled the small red and white box from his jacket pocket, slipping one of the white shafts between his lips, and lighting it behind a guarding hand. With a sigh and a puff of smoke he watched his breath float away, observing the grey patterns against the street lamps.
He had been on recon, watching Sparda and Dante, it would seem the son had brought the father here, he must have a base of operations here. What more, he discovered another with a power similar to the bloodline of Sparda, at least that's what she smelled like. With another long drag he let out his frustration in a sustained cloud of smoke above him, all of the work he had done, all of the strength he had amassed, stolen by that traitor devil. It was enough to make his lip twitch and a growl creep its way up his throat.
He tossed the end of the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his boot and starting on another, biding time waiting for his... friend. a sly grin crept across his face, yes, his, friend. if that's what you call the demon mob boss you've found yourself contently attached to. However, he wasn't sure how he was going to be punished, going against orders hunting that last batch of devil hunters. It had drawn too much attention, and would be the cause to match the effect of his lost power. He was nearly giddy with anticipation, of the one even darker than he.
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Post by Hounchida Kiseu on Jul 28, 2016 21:59:02 GMT -7
A blackness crept up the damp street, snaking along the dark asphalt and finding the boots of the other. He liked to toy, the black smoke of his body climbing up the other's form and spreading put above him, almost looking like a great demon spreading his wings before it shrank into something human. Maybe he was showing off. He'd had yet to bed the other demon, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to substitute attraction with bloodlust.
He ran a claw up the taller male's chest to tap him roughly on the chin. "Bad dog." Was all he said, shooting him a disapproving look that seemed more like a pout. He stepped aside. Joining him on the wall. "So what did you find out?" He said, almond eyes sliding from the others chest, down his abdomen, his hips and focusing on his belt, zipper, let before glancing off to the street.
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Post by damon on Jul 29, 2016 15:50:18 GMT -7
Purring in his throat he felt and watched the other demon take form around him. He kept his grin, chills spreading at the touch of his claw. Damon was fully aware what Houn wanted from him, or rather to do to him. It had been a wonderful game of cat and mouse so far. He wondered how much longer he could resist. Hips shifted on their own under such an intense gaze, thankfully his boss asked for his report.
"I have reason to believe we've found the den of hunters." taking another drag he increased the cloud overhead, "oddly enough they appear to be led by a human woman, laughable really, she looks to have little strength on her own. However. There was another girl. When the traitor entered she reacted to his aura, similar to a devil arm to their true owners." He turned leaning his shoulder against the wall to speak softer, his back facing the entrance to the apartment complex.
"It would seem, that Dante cares for these females," His grin grew again, unnaturally wide. He leaned closer setting his hand on Hounchida's collarbone, letting his fingers glide down the other demon's torso, hooking his belt with a purr, "The devil hunter has a weakness."
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Post by Reika on Aug 2, 2016 10:18:58 GMT -7
Flipping through the keys on her keychain Reika led the way back to the apartment complex. It wasn't the worst neighborhood, but they tended to fit right in the middle. Right where Reika preferred to be, close enough to trouble to get there fast, yet far enough away to be safe if she were to stay put. She kept an eye in her peripheral as they walked near two men out for a smoke break, on their way to the door. She had an odd feeling about the two, but nothing that made her hackles raise, they seemed like the normal kind of thugs that liked to hang out nearby. It would be bad news if the gangs were moving further north. As they weren't far from the Deil May Cry, Dante had his hands full as it were, he didn't need gang wars on his front step to add to it.
Reika paused at the door, fishing out the key to the building door. Just beyond, was a place she had believed to be safe. Her nest to hide away in when the storms were too much for even her. She looked over her shoulder to be sure Yamiko was still within arms reach.
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Post by Yamiko on Aug 2, 2016 20:13:10 GMT -7
She was glad to be home, it was a pleasant buzzing around Vergil, but around...whoever that was, it wasn't so nice. Still, it wasn't an entirely unfamiliar feeling, and either way, she was glad to be rid of it. She saw the two as well and stood partly behind Reika, hand by her mouth, biting her sleeve. She briefly made eye contact with the shorter man who happened to be facing the door. The stricken look on his face made her feel a little odd. She blushed and her stomach churned. Every ounce of her body told her he was bad news. She saw his pupils dilate, and he smiled at her. She swallowed, and thankfully Reika ushered her inside.
She debated saying something, but decided it better to leave it alone. She was in a strange state anyway, no need to be paranoid too. She was eager to shower, change and forget thsi whole thing.
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Post by Hounchida Kiseu on Aug 2, 2016 20:43:57 GMT -7
The other was teasing him. He made eye contact, daring him to continue when his eyes flicked to the approaching women. The one in front was mortal enough, but what was this? He could smell the inhuman scent of the white haired girl and he stared, until she felt his eyes and looked at him. The moment he looked into those brown round orbs he knew. He wanted her. Not for sex, no. He wanted to kill her. Such a pretty, small, fragile thing. He wanted to taste her blood. Speaking of, she blushed, and he grinned, waving two fingers. She seemed terrified and slipped inside with the other.
His fangs lengthened briefly. "That was interesting." he said, the hands of the other forgotten. "a devil arm hm? Never seen one like that. I think we need to get our hands on her." His eyes followed her, as if he could still see her through the brick and mortar. He flicked that gaze to his companion, "Come on," He reached his hand around the others hip, fingers grazing the slick leather over his rear as he stepped past him and past the door, circling the building so he was able to see her window. He assumed the form of smoke and hovered in the blackness surrounding the light filled rectangle.
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Post by damon on Aug 2, 2016 21:02:35 GMT -7
Distractions, he could feel her fear from all the way over here, though he dare not turn, not yet. He kept their bodies close until he heard the women enter the building. Hearing his boss have such an interest in the same prize as he, made him bold. His hand migrated up the other's back as he was passed by, slowing him enough to whisper purring in the other's ear before he vanished into dark.
"These are the weakness." and into the cracks and crevices they took. Though Damon had a harder time maintaining a non-corporeal form. He tucked himself into a dark alley across the way and extended his eyes in the shadows there, so to see in the same window as his Boss. While doing the best to preserve what accumulated power he had left, he scanned the building, unsure of what fight they may face in this new setting. If here was indeed the den of hunters, they would devour their fill of powerful souls soon enough, he had his doubts it would be this night.
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Post by Reika on Aug 2, 2016 21:31:24 GMT -7
It was a quick stop, just dropping her off at the door. Despite the odd feeling in the air after those two outside, she decided to leave Yamiko here. she should be safe. After all how often was Vergil gone very far from her, since they had met it was a rare occasion to only see one of them. She shook off her suspicions and said her see-ya-later's. After a quick hug and a reminder to lock the door Reika was jogging back out of the building to get back to the unsupervised hunters at her diner.
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Post by Yamiko on Aug 2, 2016 21:41:12 GMT -7
Alone, she pulled off her work clothes and stepped into the shower. It wasn't long before she was pulling on a pink tank under a white over sized t shirt and short cloth shorts to sleep in. She padded across the living room in her knee high white socks, and curled up on the couch, flipping on the tv to whatever was on. She found herself missing Vergil. Where was he? It wasn't unusual for him to be gone when she got home from working at the diner, but with that odd man in town, perhaps he was out doing some kind of research or something. Still, the apartment seemed too big without him all of the sudden.
She missed the way he'd sit stiffly beside her, and how she'd curl up tensely beside him, neither willing to be too far apart, but Yamiko too shy to be much closer. She found herself ignoring the tv, tracing hearts into the off-white leather of the sofa while she hugged her knees. "Vergil...please come come soon..."she said to the invisible shapes.
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Post by Hounchida Kiseu on Aug 2, 2016 21:51:33 GMT -7
Patience. He waited while she moved about. Waited through the sound of falling water, sliding himself through the cracks of the window into the apartment, now hovering behind the curtains. The shadows solidified into something like a hand that unlocked that window while he waited. The girl came out, oh she smelled good. He felt his fangs hanging in a crazed grin. He wanted her. She was day dreaming. Muttering about some guy, must be her master. Not that he knew or cared who it was, they weren't here, which meant this little devil arm was his for the taking.
All at once he slid of the curtain, not resembling a human in the slightest and wrapped his arms around her. "Hey baby," He greeted with a demonic double base. She kicked and tried to bite him, unusual. But he pulled her up and off the couch easily and found himself breaking the unlocked window, too excited to have her squirming against him to think of a more careful escape. A black shape with great black wings left the window with the girl, now loosing muffled screams behind the monster's hand, as he disappeared into the increasing cloud cover.
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