It was raining, drizzling just a little. Ruri had an urge to set off a lightning storm, to summon a blot of electric blue lightning to himself. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't. He had a good hold on his emotions and powers. Instead, lightning crackled between his left hand claw/fingers. He arrived at Sky Reach Sanctum. He was the first one there.
The emptiness and silence in Sky Reach Sanctum echoed menacingly. Ruri began tapping his foot on the hard floor in a fast rythm. He would stop if anyone entered, but for now, he was alone. Ruri wondered who would come first... He was almost sure Avaddon would be there last, making a grand entrance. As always. But as for who would come first, that was the question.
Well, Ruri. But, who would come second?
Location: To Last Stop Cafe Interactions: @Abroxis Mentions: @ArgonianScum Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny
Upon their ascend to the Neutral Zone, the younger of the O'Betchel led the way. He was busy looking at his phone for any messages he had missed from various sources when Strawberry decided to stir. The flying poison crawled out of his clothes and floated before the summoned, looking around the new environment before rubbing its claws together and flew to pull Yew's hair towards a specific direction. The excitement of the pink lettuce had Yew stumbling to follow it.
"Hurry up, dear, dear, bitch," he called out, turning to the curly-haired second before he was once again being pulled, painfully, to where Strawberry was trying to go. Clutching his phone tighter, he send a quick text to Bloody Moon's second-in-command before really focusing his attention to Glumisun's enthusiastic pet.
The pulling suddenly stopped when they reached a familiar cafe. Off course. Of all the places this poisonous lettuce could drag him on, it was where a certain someone was working in. Strawberry fluttered about, batting its head on the glass like a bee would to the same surface. Yew had to grab on it before much attention could be given to them. "There, there, Berry. Breakfast sounds good. Come on."
Another text to Dyle and they finally entered the popular cafe. 'Last Stop Cafe. Joining?'
Location: To Last Stop Cafe Interactions: / Mentions: @Vague o3@Abroxis Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny
_______________________________________ 'Last Stop Cafe. Joining?'
Dyle glanced at her phone as she pulled away from the check in gate, and entered the Neutral Zone. Her car was still wet from the shower Bloody Moon had earlier, and she was grateful for some clear skies.
A small smile came to her face when she read the message. The sadistic Officer of Serpent Kiss was inviting her to dine with him at a cafe not to far from where she drove. It would be nice to catch a bite since she had spent the morning getting dressed, and talking to her father. The company of Yew, and his sister, was a small bonus. She typed a quick "Sure" before flicking on her blinker, and changing her route towards the cafe.
Dyle took a moment to inhale the fresh scent of coffe, and baked goods as she stepped inside the cafe. She looked about at the mingling patrons as they enjoyed their meal, and spoke to their friends or on the phones. It was time she looked for her own friends. She pulled out her phone, and typed a quick message to Yew. "This place gets so ducking busy in the morning. Why the well aren't these people asleep??"
Damn auto correct..
Airen snorted as he rushed her again. “Shut it mutt, I am walking.” She was and he could be glad she was. If it weren’t for her Leader, the Second would have turned around and returned to where she came from.
Seeing the enthusiastic little pet, she sighed a bit. Of course, they wouldn’t waltz into the Meeting without visiting the Café.
Her sight flicked at his drawn phone. The big sister she was, Airen hopped to his side and peeked over his display.
Location: To Last Stop Cafe Interactions: @Abroxis, @ArgonianScum Mentions: Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny
“Your Friend Dyle? Inviting her, Mister Gentleman? If you would have informed me beforehand, I would’ve brought flowers for you and your friend.”
Rolling his eyes, he closed his mouth before the truth comes out. Did Airen already know how he swings? He could not remember stating it out nor did he announce it to anyone. He was also not the type to just hide it, either. Did his sister connect the dots already?
With a shrug, the summoner got to the front and started ordering a feast. Taking three drinks, he started to where his sister was before raising a brow when he started to wave. Pink Lettuce, aka Strawberry, flew towards the beauty and rested on Dyle's head, spreading its tiny body to cover up the female's scalp.
Yew smirked. He took a seat and started sipping the hot concoction and patiently had to wait for both Airen and Fuctner to greet each other. Hmm, this was getting better and better. To have a blackmail on the Ice Prick would complete this day. Turning to his phone, he burst out laughing at the text of the black-haired siren coming towards them.
Location: Inside Last Stop Cafe Interactions: @Abroxis@Vague o3 Mentions: / Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny
Dyle was going to speak to Siren when suddenly.. She was attacked!
The strange, pink flowery thingy they called ''Lettuce' ..or was it 'Strawberry'.. who cares! The damn thing landed atop Dyle's head.
She tensed, using every bit of her power to not strike the creature off of her. "Oh geez..," she hissed, carefully reaching up to grab the thing. "Fucking hell.. I told you I don't like your weird animals.. Why the hell did you bring it here??" She grabbed at the leafy creature, shivering at its cold, dampness. Taking hold, she chucked it across the room towards the siblings, hoping it would just explode on impact with whoever it whatever it landed on. She shook off her chills before making her way towards their booth. "Fuck both of you," she said plomping onto the leather seat. "I just fixed my hair into this nice bun, and your weird dog just messed it up." She sighed, fetching her pocket mirror from her purse. She spoke as she examined herself in the reflective screen. "You know I don't like anything either of you create or.. make or whatever. May it come from your ass or cunt, Ill fucking throw it at you." She ssnapped the mirror shut. "Children included. Same velocity."
Location: To Last Stop Cafe Interactions: @Abroxis@ArgonianScum Mentions: Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny
"Good morning to you, too, you little slut," Yew stated, watching in amusement as the Strawberry's leafy wings flapped in spite. The creature zoomed about for a bit before settling on Yew's hair instead. It stuck its tongue on the siren before creating a nest on the white mane of the summoner. "Do settle down, before you start to yell and get our asses arrested for vandalism and disturbing the peace. Especially with two leaders with a pole stuck deep in their ass so close to our location."
The orders came in one after the other and was placed in a way that there was little space on the table. Grabbing one of the bacon, he offered it to the crossed creature on his head before taking in nibbles himself. Time to get down to business. "What hell did the Roses raise this time for a meeting to be called upon this early in the morning?" he asked. He read through the reports and knew the general topic but why would Avaddon call forth all leaders?
His eyes then widened when he came upon a piece of information that might defame the stuck-up roses. "Hmm," he mused, a small smile tugging on his pale lips.
“Can I fix the bun of yours?” chimed Airen. She had often done the hair of her siblings, yet it was ages ago that she could braid their white hair or decorate it. Ah, how she missed it.
"What hell did the Roses raise this time for a meeting to be called upon this early in the morning?"
The Demoiselle’s long fingers hatched around the cup to lift it. Black Coffee, exactly what she enjoyed. Sipping on her drink, the older Sister recalled the latest reports. Things got serious, now at least. Though she had enjoyed the little… shitchat of her her brother and Fuctner, Airen had to remember why they actually were here.
“It should be about the increasing numbers of deaths in each Territory,” suggested the Demoness without gazing at anyone but her cup and the black liquid, swapping forth and back.
“To my judge, probably a meeting to devalue a solution to this matter.”
Location: Last Stop Cafe Interactions: @Abroxis@Vague o3 Mentions: / Time Of Day: Morning Weather: "Oh who cares" _______________________________________
Dyle sighed before pulling her hair down from the messy bun. She took a moment to shake out the darkness before opening her purse, and lending her care products to Airen. "Do what you must," she said before taking out her work tablet, and scanning the documents.
"Honestly," she said before taking a glazed croissant. "None of this has any particular interests to me.. It's just basically wild dogs running about. I say we should just send out a squad to take them out. Simple enough." Though, if it really was that simple, they would have done it long ago, and not call the leaders together.
Dyle wasn't big on anything political. She usually left the discussions to the leader, as she was more of a second hand, and a guard to her leader, but sometimes she had to use her head (not that one), and think of something to say if they needed her opinion.
Grabbing the products, the Siren whirled behind Dyle and began brushing her hair. Whilst she smoothed the hair or the other Demoness, she listened. Of course, this had been the simplest way. Murdering them and stuff. But it wouldn’t end with just those ferals. Not really. There were always people they could oversee, or others might loose control in the next proceedings.
And if this was rolling, Haven would ran extinct in their population.
Airen grasped the tie. “Ah, wouldn’t this be too simple,” she chuckled. “Perhaps there are chances to get those wilding dogs back to their good minds. Or a few experiments on them would work, too.” Sacrifice others for others. The Serpent’s Kiss Second was never fond to such methods, but if they helped to improve an end to this issue, she would not hesitate to call for any clever-heads.
The ravenish hair of Fuctner twisted to a bun. A strong one wouldn’t have fitted the female, so she decided to go for a loosen one instead. After the tie held her art the way it should be, Airen felt in her pockets for a stripe of leather. Usually, she used this to do her own hair, but now she could lend it to her friend.
With the stripe of leather, in a dark brown tone, giving the bun the best of light ever, Airen hopped to the side and carefully laid out a few wisps of hair around such perfect face.
Satisfied, the Demoiselle smirked at the bun. “Now, if this isn’t just amazing work.” Turning to where the little beast sat, she rose a finger, “Do not destroy it.”
Location: To Last Stop Cafe Interactions: @Abroxis@ArgonianScum Mentions: Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny
Experiments. That word alone had the male grinning from ear to ear. He was a demon with little to no morals so experiments were nothing new to him. But there was this thing called etiquette and that he was strongly advised not to capture one of the more sane ones for his morbid satisfaction.
"I do agree with the genocide," he started. This was somehow of a useless declaration. Who he was with were morally gray demons. Nobody in that group would be there to defend ethics, morals, or even the wasted lives. "We could convince the higher ups of that plan. Use poisons, arson, flood them, suffocate them, pierce through them..." he enumerated.
Strawberry floated up, black beady eyes on the females. It hissed and showed its tiny fangs; dripping with venom.
"Trapping them is the only solution they could come up with."
Location: Last Stop Cafe Interactions: Mentions: @Abroxis@Vague o3 Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny _______________________________________
Melvin hummed at her thigh as the weird creature hissed. Melvin would be the perfect portable vibrator, seriously. Just twist his holster around, and piss him off every hour, the perfect solution to her problems.
She blew and strand of hair from her face, and glared towards the thing. "You wanna get shot," she asked it. She didn't care that its owners were there. If it tried something, Melvin with obliterate the store.
With that threat sealed, she turned to her food as the siblings spoke about the ferals. She didn't understand their fascination with those type of things, but that was part of their personality, even of it was a part she didn't like. "I don't care what they do," she said before taking a mouthful of cheesy eggs. "Mm- ash long ash it doesh'nt fuck with m' day."
____________________________________________________________ Location: Neutral Zone Streets -> Sky Reach Sanctum (Lobby) Interactions: @Lish Mentions: @GreenPhoenix3@The Speaker Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Clearing Up
It was of no surprise to Avaddon when he brought up the message that he sent to Shula about the meeting that was going to occur that she had simply ignored it and was going to go with him one way or another; ever since she had become one of his personal guards aside from the special forces division; the demoness was practically by his side like glue. Rather than bothering to say anything further towards her, he continued on his way while only nodding about her doing her own job while the guards at the door would do their own and to simply leave it at that.
The reason for the meeting that Avaddon had called for was of great importance, or at least it was to him; so with what Shula stated, he hadn't bothered to make it any bigger of a deal than it needed to be currently.
Soon after, once his second had began to catch up ever so slightly with the duo; the white haired demon only nodded his head at her questioning comment about ever being late as well as the time they had left before the meeting. While this was true enough, the sooner the meeting was dealt with the sooner the situation could be taken care of and less civilians had to die by the hands of this growing problem.
It was only a matter of time but eventually the trio had finally reached into the Neutral Zone; with the sun rising higher over the horizon, citizens had began leaving their homes with the drizzle finally starting to fade away. Some people had began lifting up the large metal grates of their shops while others had walked down the sidewalks with briefcases and suits to their jobs all around; Avaddon however had his focus towards the direction of where the Quarantine Zone was located, his thoughts wandering about how any feral might escape the area with the barrier still being held up by the sight of the invisible ruins of buildings that were in the Quarantine Zone. 'Something's not right...'His thoughts roamed his head before he had nearly ran into a random human man that was in quite a hurry while holding his phone towards his ear and his eyes focused onto a folder filled with paperwork.
"Hey! Watch where you're going?! Are you blin--?!"
The man cursed as he nearly dropped dropped his paperwork to the floor only to raise his eyes up to find that the person that he had nearly bumped into was Avaddon. The sight of one of the leaders of the four clans standing before him had the man quickly take a step back before bowing to show his respects. "O..Oh! My apologies sir! Please continue on your way!" Quickly stepping aside to let Avaddon and the two women continue forward, the white haired demon only raised a hand to pat the nervous human upon his shoulder before walking forward once more. "Relax. There is no need to be nervous."With that one phrase, the human bowed once again before resuming his phone call and rushing off on his own way.
Soon enough, by the time the trio had arrived at the Sanctum; rather than stop to look up at the towering spire, he made his entrance straight into the building's lobby only to find none other than Ravinca's second in command standing there waiting as it seemed. "Ah, Ruri. Is anyone else up there?"Questioning the reptilian as Avaddon passed him to approach the elevator just to press the button and await for the elevator to arrive; the civilians in the lobby all seemed to had minded their own business as some had been at the service desks either checking into their rooms or checking out for the day while others lounged around chatting with one another about local gossips or other businesses.
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Her brow cracked upwards at the statement and slight hint of joy of her brother. Airen was definitely not going to use all her brain cells for such a pre-meeting in a solid Café.
Emptying her cup she clapped softly with her hands.
“Then,” the Demoness hummed and built an eye contact with Bloody Moon’s Second in Command, “your neutrality is indeed useful. Consider the idea that we might need your voice if it comes down to a voting, Dear Fuctner.”
If it ever boiled up to such different opinions that they all needed to vote, if they all spliced in too different roads, she would perhaps need an alliance within her. Though, Airen highly doubted that Dyle was down to let anyone conveyed some idea in her head, especially if anyone at the meeting was actually stating the idea to hunt the ferals down.
Sighing, the older sibling crossed her hands before her lap as she rose to her full size.
“Very well, it would be a shame if we taunt out friends a little longer,” mused the Demoness and began trotting to the door and actually leaving the Café. Yew could pay, he knew such proceedings. If he led her to this Café to meet his friend, then he could as well pay.
The rest of the walk was quiet and allowed Shula to calm down. She knew it was not Avaddon’s fault that she was a guard. In fact, he was a sensible demon and leader, kind (too kind) and quiet. He never reprimanded her when she got too mouthy. And Arakiel was kind as well. Shula glanced at the coffee. It was a well-meaning gesture that Arakiel always tried to do, but like most, this was a bit off. Shula didn’t drink coffee, but she still held the cup because it was nice of Arakiel to do that. They were nice. It was an honor to be their guard. And since she exited the training center as the top trainee, it was a deserved honor.
But she was barely the top of the class, and so the honor barely felt like an honor. She knew other trainees that would be amazing guards and had hoped to be that. She was more determined to prove that she wasn’t weak. That she could beat them all. She did, and now she was a guard. She would just have to show that she was a good guard too. Or at least, a guard that was always there.
Her fire simmered and Shula looked up. The rain had slowed as they entered the Neutral Zone. The sun’s rays curled around her and Shula let out a sigh. She pulled her mask down but left her hood on just in case. That was when she saw the human.
“Avaddon,” Shula tried to call the demon from his thoughts, but he was too preoccupied. The collision happened. The human bumbled and apologize, but Shula’s eyes still roamed over the man. He did not appear to be carrying a weapon, only the paperwork clutched in his hands. Nothing punctured Avaddon in the collision, only paperwork spilled from the man’s hand. One paper even fell as the man ran off when Avaddon dismissed him. Shula picked up the paperwork. It was data about the Quarantine Zone.
She pocketed the paper quickly with her newspaper. Off the top of her head, she didn’t know much about the quarantine zone, but other P.I.A. operatives did, and she could always investigate on her own. Maybe the man was in such a hurry because the data revealed something bad or a change in the barriers? Maybe the barriers weren’t holding up? Or maybe someone was tampering with the barriers? Was it from the inside or outside?
The glint of the spired tower stopped the questions swimming in Shula’s mind. She gazed up at the Sky Sanctum and gulped. She had only been here once during training, a tour of possible areas that they could work. It was where she saw the Leader’s meeting room. The building was as dauntingly high as it was the first time.
“Don’t they realize not everyone can fly?” Shula grumbled. Then she remembered Avaddon, her ward, could fly. And she needed to be following him. He was entering the building and she ran to catch up with him. The coffee spilled on her cloak and tunic.
“CRAP!” Shula threw the coffee in a nearby trashcan and took off her cloak. Her sleeve was drenched and was a dark black from the coffee, and her cloak a dark reddish-brown. She folded the stained cloak over her drenched arm, stuffing the newspaper (and the paperwork hidden inside) in between the dry folds. “This is why I hate coffee,” Shula growled as she looked up for Avaddon, hoping she wasn’t failing at her job already. He was addressing Ruri Ryker, Second-in-Command to the Ravinca Clan.
“Crap!” Her inner fire crackled. In trying to keep up with Avaddon, she forgot that she would be in the presence of the other leaders today, for the first time ever. Dressed as a fire child and with coffee all over her arm, she was meeting the other leaders. Four who were of the beautiful Sirenian type, an honored dragon-born such as her leaders, and the Vokrec Thoridge, leader of the Midnight Legion. The demon that led the Legion against the rise of serial demons, and caught Mammon Dershriek, one of the top slave traffickers. She was going to be in his legendary presence, drenched in coffee and looking like a freaking child.
“Focus.” Shula breathed deeply, silencing the crackling fire, and fisted her warming hands. Her eyes caught Avaddon heading for the waiting area for the elevator. Didn’t he realize that someone could literally pretend to be one of the workers and stab him with a pen? Or that they could make the elevator falter and then stab him with a pencil? Or even bludgeoned him to death with a briefcase? The last one would be really difficult, but it could still happen. Avaddon believed the best in beings, and so she had to prepare for the worst. She didn’t have time to worry about first impressions.
“Just stay quiet and keep your eyes on Avaddon and Arakiel. No questions, just do your orders.” Hikmah’s words repeated in Shula’s mind as she silently went to Avaddon's side. That’s all she had to do. She could do that. She could. Her inner fire popped just a bit.
@happydeath@GreenPhoenix3 "Hello, Avaddon. How's it going?" As for other people being there, Ruri shook his head. "I don't think so." Only the whirring of the elevator sounded as they waited. Then Shula crept up on Avaddon's other side. "Except for Shula, she's on your right." Ruri said casually. Avaddon probably already knew, but Ruri added that last part as more of an afterthought. "How are you, Shula? What brings you here?" His voice was friendly, as always. Even when he was talking to his superiors, (though there weren't a lot of them) he didn't see why they couldn't be friends as well. Of course, when he was in meetings, serious meanings, the he didn't joke around. He seriously looked at the situation. But the leaders and seconds we're supposed to be working together towards their common goal- peace and safety in Haven City.
Location: To Sky Reach Sanctum Interactions: @Abroxis@Vague o3 Mentions: Time Of Day: Morning Weather: Sunny _______________________________________ "Oh fuck there she goes," Dyle said before fishing a hundred dollar bill from her purse, and slapping it on the table. "Come on Yew, we gotta crash this fucking meeting." She stood from the table, and made her way out of the store.
Once she was out of the store, she trotted towards Airen, slapping a hand over her shoulder. "Don't get lost kid," she joked as she slowed her pace to walk with her. "If you get snatched up there won't be anyone to stop your brother from leveling the block." She turned her gaze to the tall building looming in the distance. She couldn't help, but feel a bit of nervousness pooling in her stomach. She's been to plenty of meetings before, but this was different. She couldn't hide behind her leader as she spoke on her behalf. Nope. She had to take care of everything, and potentially put her territory in ruin.. To add atop that, she's going to be stuck in a room with a several attractive people. Like- could things get worse?? She had to keep her voice straight as she spoke! She had to keep her legs crossed as the meeting dragged alone, because skin tape only does sooo much when there's good looking people about!
Location: Sky Sanctum Lobby/Elevator Area Interactions:@Lish Mentions:@Lish@happydeath Time of Day: Morning
“Except for Shula, she's on your right. How are you, Shula?" Shula’s inner fire crackled again when Ruri Ryker addressed her. Well mainly when he said her name. Her name. She didn’t remember meeting him, ever, so how did he know her name?
Then Shula remembered that according to the merging act, it was common to share profiles of trainees between law enforcers. Ruri could have read her file! He would know about her scores (especially her low physical strength) and write ups (well they were only warnings), and the two courses she ALMOST had to redo (now those were embarrassing because who failed at physical strength course and social etiquette, aka flirting and charming 101). She couldn’t stop her skin from heating up more.
“Good, sir.” Shula blinked and flashed Ruri a thumbs up. “I have a job to do.” She bowed her head before looking at Avaddon’s back, fisting her hands tightly and taking a deep breath through her nose. Her fire settled some. This was good, now she didn’t need to worry about a first impression, her ‘amazing’ file already did that. She could focus on following Avaddon and not asking Ruri how he knew her name?
Or if he flew here? Or if he could feel the electricity of a brewing storm if he flew in the clouds? Or if he knew anything about the Quarantine Zone or feral murders? Or how was he doing?
She wasn’t going to ask anything. Because she had a job to do, with no questions. She could do it. Her inner fire popped again.
Strawberry buzzed around as its caretaker for the day sighed and got up. He slowly got out of the cafe and followed the females silently. The pink lettuce settled once again inside his robes when they reached one of the tallest buildings in the city. He was never fascinated with tall structures. They were like sticks ready to fall and tumble if the magic around it died out.
Entering the lobby, he ignored the people coming and going as the three proceeded to the elevator. He stayed silent the whole ride up, closing his eyes and try to concentrate in keeping his own smoke in a constant state. He was confident on his lying abilities, his gas lighting abilities and his tongue. He knew he could survive this boring meeting but it was better safe than sorry if they discovered something from him today. Once the doors opened, his usual lazy smile was already in place.
Two guards stood before the doors to the meeting room. Showing the pendant the leader of Serpent's Kiss gave to him, he explained his presence to them. One already nodded, she knew Yew and his disposition. The other... well, he was of the newer soldiers to be given the opportunity to be there. Yew just tilted his head, eyes closed to hide his piercing gaze from the new guard. "What other things will I show you as proof then?" he asked politely.
"That your leader actually gave you~!"
Yew was already whipping up his phone and dialing Glumisun's number. Once the video-call connected, Yew's eyes widened at his leader's state. The screen showed the red-head in a... somehow weird condition. Her eyes were blown wide as a red flush ran across her cheeks. Her hair was tossed and wild and... Yew had to lower his phone to not get into other specific details. "Y-yew," the leader panted out. "Wh-what happened?" she asked.
"I was going to ask permission~!"
"Permission granted," Glumisun stated. "Show me the guards."
"Not in that condition."
An order. A fucking order. Gritting his teeth while maintaining his smile, he turned his screen towards the guards. Luckily, Glumisun's camera was focused on her face and exposed shoulders by the time she was talking to the guards. Yew's lips thinned as he was already contemplating the death of one of the guards. Would they be able to trace the murderer if the body was found in the neutral zone?
With the call ending, the young guard was blushing. He stuttered a few times demanding to see the marks of each of the officers. Yew turned to the ladies, gesturing that they showed them their marks, his eyes sparkled in sadistic amusement at how Dyle was going to show hers.