Ta Kaana was quiet for a moment, to watch the interactions between Spiral and Alice, closing her eyes for a minute, allowing herself to calm down from the sudden shock and try to relax once more, folding her little hands in front of her on the bar counter. She leaned over to look at the demonic man as he spoke to her, looking almost offended by his question. Imps and demons weren't all vile, ugly and hellish! Actually, being a demon, Kaana was almost an abomination to her race, but she preferred it that way. Sugar tasted much better than death and blood. "Is there a problem with that?" She huffed, her cheeks puffing out a bit. "I'm just not normal, that's all."
As she finished her sentence, she idly traced her fingers around the ring of her empty glass, her eyes turning to the elven male, biting her lip in curiosity as she watched him for a moment. There was something on his mind, she could tell. Something was troubling him, and it was intriguing to her, though she dare not ask, in fear of interrupting whatever was running through his mind.
Spiral grinned wickedly and leaned forward, whispering "Nope.." to her lips before retracting back. "You wanna sit around my place half-naked eating sweets and acting cute that's a-okay with me sweetcheeks." He cackled lightly to himself.
Clank! Clank! Clatter-clatter Clink!
A din of metal-on-stone could be heard coming from outside.
Ting! Clink-clink! Shling!
Rin ran as fast as her little clawed feet would carry her. The foggy alley seemed like a good place to hide, and the shadows of the entryway to the bar was comforting. Chains dragged almost lazily from her wrists and neck, hence the noise. She curled up into a little ball, wrapping her head wings around herself, trying to be as small as possible.
Spiral leaned forward and Kaana turned to face him, her spine stiffening with how close he had gotten. "!!!" She tried to say something in protest but no words came out. Not like it would have mattered anyways, as he probably would have interrupted her with his own words. The demon huffed a bit as he pulled away, folding her arms over her chest, her cheeks tinted pink as a slight blush crossed her usually somewhat pale features. "Good..." she muttered under her breath. "I like being half naked... I hate the way clothes feel on my skin," she informed him, slightly worried that her near-nudity was giving the wrong impression.
Rin began to shiver slightly, causing her chains to rattle. They made a tiny little clinking noise as the links vibrated in time with her shakes. The feathers on her head wings seemed to be fluttering too, puffed up like an agitated bird.
From between said feathers she noted that there was a door next to her. Desperate for refuge, she entered the mysterious place, curling up against the door once again, feeling safer, more hidden inside rather than out.
The demon cackled sinisterly. "If that's the case why not just take them all off? I don't have a problem with it." Spiral licked his chops devilishly before turning to see the creature that had entered his bar. "...That thing better not be about to piss on my floor." He muttered, half glaring at the shivering little ball on the floor. And he thought he had solved the problem of stray animals wandering into the bar...
Rin heard the derisive comment and parted her wings to throw the speaker a gleaming, black-eyed glare.
"Rin... Rin not thing" she spat in disjointed English. There was a hint of a strange accent to it as well. Something similar to Russian. Hard to decipher in these three spoken words.
She stuck her tongue out before closing her wings around her face again, resuming her ball position.
"Hmm?" Cyrus blinked, coming out of his thoughts when he felt eyes on him again. Turning, he saw the small imp looking at him curiously and smiled. "Hello there. Can I help you with something?" He asked, tilting his head a bit. He was a little curious about her, too, seeing as she was such an unusual demoness. It wasn't very often he met demons, period, much less ones who found other means of feeding themselves. His studies barely found him time to speak with anyone, really, but he still enjoyed passing time with people in the cities around his home when he could. Looking toward the door for a moment, Cyrus noted the strange creature that had entered the bar and blinked a bit, wondering who or...what is was.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." He muttered, turning back to the imp and smiling again.
Spiral quirked an eyebrow at the cowering creature that had just stuck it's tongue out at him. He sighed with disgust, hoping he wouldn't have to clean up another piss stain from his carpeting. "Could kick you back out there y'know. You're ruining my 'atmosphere' in here..." He reached up into the shelves and pulled out a plain bottle of beer, popped it's cap and took a swig.
This place was more populated with strange people than Rin would have preferred. However, she started to realize that no one was about to immediately attack her, so she relaxed a bit. Her wings parted to reveal her gray face, and she glanced around the room. The tattered remains of her white clothing hung limply around her, and she wrapped her clawed arms around her gray skinned knees. She looked like a wilting flower, aside from the life sparkling in her eyes.
"Rin not know... what atmosphere?" She asked quietly, unsure if she was being reprimanded. "Why kick Rin out? Rin do bad? Bad thing?" She quirked her head to the side, confused and slightly hurt.
Chocolaty eyes peered down the stairs at the door she'd been told only certain people could see, and Casia wasn't sure she was happy that she just happened to be included on that rather interesting list. Or so she assumed it would be interesting with the types she assumed dwelled inside. One of the witch's fingers lifted, a nail that was bright neon pink today tapping on her bottom lip in indecision as smoke spewed from the cigarette hanging there. It was where she was supposed to meet what she was fondly calling her 'contact', though all he was was a lowly snitch. Though, there was no guarantee that he was even going to show.
It was the name of the game, she supposed. Heaving out a great sigh that made her cigarette fall to the alley concrete, her hand shifted from her lip to her hair, making sure the ebony chopsticks holding part of the fiery locks that danced over her shoulders in place were firmly secure. It was the only color about her...the rest beyond her lightly tanned skin was all...grey. A grey boot that stomped out the last flickering vestiges of life in the stick of tobacco, grey jeans that clad lean legs. And just a bit of variation, a dark grey corset holding her assets in place. She figured it was appropriate. She'd veered into the world of black magic far too much for her soul to be lily white anymore. It was tinged, a coating of darkness that was recognized by many.
Not that she could say she minded. It was certainly more fun that way The chill finally getting to her spurred Casia on, her heels clanking on the metal steps as she trudged down. Perhaps she could at least get a drink. Reaching the bottom, she pushed the door open, slipping inside, and was immensely glad no bright lights blinded her. The darkness was...welcome.
"Somehow... I think the others may not appreciate that so much..." Kaana mumbled, though should she learn that it truly would not be a problem, the demon girl would probably cast her clothes away in an instant. She was almost looking forward to asking for a room just to have the opportunity to do so, at least for a few hours.
She was unable to say anything more on the subject, as her attention was pulled away to the odd creature that seemed to be having spasms on the bar's floor. "That floor's probably dirty, you know..." she commented idly, twirling her hair around her fingers. Kaana was very much put off by the way this creature spoke, and more so by the way she was acting. This "Rin" character reminded the demon girl of a dog. A yappy, slobbery dog. And Kaana did not like dogs.
"Hmm?" She looked away from Spiral and the creature on the floor to smile politely at Cyrus. He was beginning to seem like the only actual sane person in this place. "I have to agree with you... I didn't think this place could get any stranger when I first arrived... and now look around..." She gestured back to Rin, looking slightly embarrassed that she had disturbed the elf in the first place. Her green eyes darted around, gaze flickering from person to person, realizing that the bar was suddenly becoming more populated.
Slipping away from her seat, the tiny demon made her way back over to where the box of donuts had been kept, deciding it was probably best for her to defend the sugary treats.
"Go crawl in some other hole and mutter to yourself in the third person." Spiral sighed, tempted to through this 'Rin' back out into the Alley when he noticed her shoved aside by a rather saucy-looking red-haired woman. The demon grinned eagerly, revealing his rows of sharpened teeth. It was obvious enough she wasn't any normal human, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten through the door. He could practically taste the witchcraft lingering off this one. "Oi there beaut'. Welcome and all that... Get you anything to drink?"
Naive, but not stupid, the little creature recognized she was being scorned. Her eyes flashed with red anger and she sprang to her feet, chains clattering in protest at the sudden movement.
"Man has problem with Rin? Rin talk best Rin can! Rin not... not good... human talk!" She added something low in a strange tongue. It sounded similar to Latin, but with more harsh consonants like those heard in German. Though the words were unclear, the tone was obvious that she obviously just cussed. "No talk at Rin... as if Rin.. is dirt! Rin not thing. Rin is Rin."
Her wings puffed up again in anger. She grit her teeth to help keep her temper in check, and mumbled "Professor, assistant...never talk at Rin... like that... disgrace..."
Cyrus paused dead in his tracks, immediately turning to the door. He could feel it, a charge in the air, the pop and crackle of magic. Dark magics, Destruction, Mysticism, Illusion...Before the woman even entered, his eyes were locked on the door with great interest. It seemed like an eternity before the female finally came inside, and the elven male could get a decent look at her. His deep blue eyes glanced over every inch, not in perversity, but in appraisal from one user of the magic arts to another.
Bland. Boring. Grey and bleak. All these things on the outside, but so much more, so very much more on the inside. He could feel it all, sense the aura of intrigue and power, and it drew out a coy smirk from his lips. Cyrus leaned against the counter, ears flickering for a moment as he watched her come inside with interest. She was on the hunt for something, no self-respecting magic-user does footwork in places like this without a reason. It was something interesting, maybe a train wreck waiting to happen, maybe a nice game he could watch. She seemed not to have noticed him yet, perhaps she was too focused on her prey, perhaps she was not adept in sensory magic.
Either way, this place just got a lot more interesting.