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Post: 83812859_31 created on Sun, 30 Dec 2012 19:54:48 +0000
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Chaz Ling, Freelance Entertainer and Hunter Extraordinaire!

Location: Office building
Company: Nobody

Now that he was inside, Chaz wasn't entire sure how he was going to go about with his plan. He couldn't simply find the demon and beat it into submission in the middle of a public place in broad daylight. No, he had to be more crafty..His reckless actions did come in handy at times, but they often got him into situations that required his wits to get out of.
For now, though, at least he was in, that part was over. Finding the demon was step two, the later steps would have to be considered after step two. Afterall, Chaz was very much not the planning type, he worked best just going with the flow and staying on his toes at all times. It wasn't the most efficient way of approaching things, but it worked for Chaz, since he knew it's not good to plan too much because plans always change.

As he continued to track the demon, Chaz felt the similar burn in his nostrils and a wave of heat lick the left side of his face. Upon opening his eyes, Chaz was slightly dizzy, but he saw faint heat waves leading him down the air duct. His spiritual sense of evil was helpful, but some of the physical effects of it was slightly annoying at times, like the dizziness that lasted a minute or two. Crawling slowly and quietly down the duct, Chaz followed the trail of heat that eventually brought him to an exit from the tunnel, leading into an office. Inside sat a lone man, dressed in common office-style clothing, which was very boring, he was sitting at his computer and gazing into the screen. So, the demon was a office worker by day. Not surprising.
Step two was now complete and it was time to move on to step three, which was..Lure him out? Beat him senseless?..Chaz wasn't exactly sure what step three was, but at least he had some time to think as it looked like the demon wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

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Post: 83812859_32 created on Sun, 30 Dec 2012 20:03:56 +0000
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“See? I do have it—“

"The exorcism, recite it."

“Uh—Okay—“

"And don't give me that English vernacular crap, it doesn't work!"

“Priinceps gloriosissime cælestis militiæ, sancte Michaël Archangele, defende nos in prælio et colluctatione,” Ageni breathed, adjusting her grip on the bottle, hoping her father would notice it as she spoke, “..quæ nobis adversus principes et potestates, adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum, contra spiritualia nequitiæ, in cælestibusus. Veni in auxilium hominum, quos Deus creavit inexterminabiles, et ad imaginem similitudinis suæ fecit, et a tyrannide diaboli emit pretio magno.”

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Post: 83812859_33 created on Sun, 30 Dec 2012 22:24:06 +0000
Posted: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 22:24:06 +0000

✾Ѻrion✾
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He nodded with each of her words, stopping at the storage room door until she completed it. He recited it under his breath along with her, making sure she got every single word and pronunciations correctly.

“..quæ nobis adversus principes
“..quæ nobis adversus principes

et potestates,
et potestates,

adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum
adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum

contra spiritualia nequitiæ, in cælestibusus.
contra spiritualia nequitiæ, in cælestibusus."

It continued on until the end and when she finally completed it, he nodded his approval. "Very good," he praised, "Just stop rambling it off like a robot. Speak it or it has less power. Now." He took the bottle from her arms, looking it over suspiciously. "Do you have a small vial to keep this in? Water bottle isn't always the handiest to carry around." He handed it back to her and unlocked the storage door. Inside was the only room Orion ever bothered to keep organized himself. Within was where they kept both religious and powerful relics as well as cursed objects and weapons. Off of one shelf, he grabbed a box, checked the label and then opened it. Within was a small leather pouch which he handed to Ageni. "It's a rosary made from the bones of Saint Claire. Keep it on you at all times. If you lose it, I'm putting you on office duty for the rest of your career. Say a decade in Latin before you dip it in water and you can bless it yourself should the need arise."

Finally, he took a deep breath, becoming increasingly more worried the more it seemed his daughter was about to leave. In an unusual bout of affection he rest a hand on her head, stroking the white hair once through and he kissed her on the forehead. "Be careful, alright?"

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Post: 83812859_34 created on Mon, 31 Dec 2012 05:43:44 +0000
Posted: Mon, 31 Dec 2012 05:43:44 +0000

James Malloy

The Gentle Giant

James Malloy stood over a beat up pick up truck painted three separate colors. The hood was propped up and the colossal man was elbow deep in it. Grease and miscellaneous filth was smeared all over his apron, arms, face, and shirt. By some bizarre occurrence his neck remained clean. It was no surprise that while many other hunters were sitting around complaining about the local watering hole being closed, training, or a select few doing some work, that the big guy was covered in filth and it wasn't even lunch time yet. James wasn't a big talker, or drinker at least not anymore, so he spent almost all of his time working. Normally he kept the trucks and vans used by the other hunters in working order. Occasionally he fixed anything else that might be broken if he had a free minute. However it was rare that he had any free time as most of the vehicles were in poor condition at best. The one he was working on was the worst of the lot. It had been dubbed Frankentruck by one of the younger hunters because everything in it had been cannibalized from somewhere else. Some of the parts that kept this junk heap moving weren't even made for trucks. The most recent problem was that there was a fuel leak, from the engine. That did not make James a happy man.

As he struggled with getting his wrench into position, a task that someone with much smaller hands would have better luck with, a group of hunters wandered into his little shop. It was rare that he got visitors since his shop was almost hidden in the scrap yard that the Lupos called home. It was a rare enough occurrence that he paused his work long enough to see who it was that had walked in. Six hunters walked up to him, but stayed out of arms reach of the giant their gaze constantly shifting between him and the shotgun he had leaning against the truck beside him. They did not seem to be comfortable being near him, understandable since James did not make an attempt to make himself seem approachable. However he was far from the angry brute that he seemed to be at first glance he was actually a gentle giant. Returning to his work he asked pleasantly. "Is there something I can help you with?" After a long pause one of the hunters decided to answer the question. "We're here to check on the trucks." Pausing his work again James answered them using the crescent wrench in his hand to point. "Right then. The blue ford works for now, but the alternator needs to be replaced soon. The red ford needs new brakes. The green chevy needs fuel. The white van works, just a bit of body damage. The black van needs new upholstery. And Frankentruck isn't going anywhere anytime soon." The report delivered he got right back to work. "Uh...thanks we'll just see ourselves out." The small group seemed all too happy to make a hasty retreat. As they left the wrench slipped and once again he busted his knuckles on the sharp metal insides of his least favorite truck. Swearing under his breath he pulled his hand out and shook it a couple times. Droplets of blood flew everywhere turning the shop into a bio hazard. The fuel leak would have to wait until he could find a clean enough rag to tie around his knuckles to soak up the blood. He didn't mind that he was bleeding, it happened, but blood made the wrenches slick.

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Post: 83812859_35 created on Mon, 31 Dec 2012 06:28:02 +0000
Posted: Mon, 31 Dec 2012 06:28:02 +0000

Loretta Amber

“Listening for voices,
but it's the choices that make us who we are”

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It had been a while since she heard His voice, and whenever that happened, Loretta started to get fidgety. Not the twiddle-thumbs-aimlessly sort – she started to feel like she needed to take action and find someone to set straight, or scare just a little. She ran a hand through her platinum blond hair and twirled the end of the strands as her eyes remained steadfastly fixed on the scene across the street in front of her. Loretta had been watching this group of teenagers for a while now, and now she was certain that they were getting too many good things on their shoplifting sprees, too many to go unnoticed.

As the waiter walked by her, Loretta gently raised a hand to brush the waiter’s arm as she politely called out, “Excuse me?”

The waiter stopped and smiled to her, “More water, ma’am?” Loretta shook her head and handed him the receipt for her brunch, “No thank you sir. Here, you can keep the change.” The waiter politely took the check, thinking it to be a ten-dollar bill and nodded, “Have a nice day, miss.”

The 19-year-old politely nodded her head and smiled again to him before getting ready to leave. Her mind wandered as she thought about the last time she heard His voice. It must’ve been a couple of weeks since his last instructions to migrate to this town. She had been wandering about for days on end, trying to see his will and figure out why she was called there, and had achieved nothing productive. Those rowdy teenagers though, stealing whatever goodies they wanted from that busy grandfather’s shop…

Leaving the café’s terrace area, the angel made her way to the grocery market, taking off her thin jean jacket as she crossed the street. It would be awfully unfortunate if she bumped into those rowdy teenagers, because she had a feeling that they just might begin to develop a curious case of hives.

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Post: 83812859_36 created on Mon, 31 Dec 2012 09:49:48 +0000
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Ageni
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"Just stop rambling it off like a robot. Speak it or it has less power. Now."

"Be careful, alright?"

“I will,”

“I’ll make you proud, Dad.”

“If I come back and find that office messy again, be prepared for a fate worse than that demon's!”

“You’re coming with me for a hunt, aren’t you?”

“Come on, then, we’re gonna grab a van and the sooner we leave, the sooner we get back to keep Dad out of trouble.”

“Hi, James,”

“Uh,”

“Could I have the keys to the white van, please? I have an assignment.

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Posted: Tue, 01 Jan 2013 06:21:55 +0000

James Malloy

The Gentle Giant

Upon hearing his name the large man stopped what he was doing to see who it was that had come to his small corner of the scrapyard. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He was a bit surprised to see a young woman standing in his shop. James stared at her not quite sure if he knew who she was or not.. It took him a minute to recognize her as the boss' daughter. "Hello...Miss Ageni" He greeted her in a pleasant manner pausing a moment to remember her name. She got right down to business requesting the keys for a van claiming that she had an assignment. If it had been any other hunter that had come in here asking for the keys he would have told them to bring proof that they had work to do. It would be a cold day in hell before James just handed over the keys to the vehicles he worked on day and night to some kid just because they asked. He wasn't going to be an accessory to some crazy joy ride that ended with his van in a ditch. However Ageni was a good kid, from what he could tell. As the boss' kid he trusted her more that he would any other hunter her age. Only because if she wrecked the company car she'd have to answer to her father.

He took the bandage offered to him and wrapped it around his knuckles. "Thank you." A clean bandage was a much better alternative to the disgusting rag that he was going to use. Turning around her riffled through the bright red tool cabinet behind him for the key he was looking for. It took a couple minutes but he eventually found them. Tossing her the keys he asked. "So what kind of job does Mister Orion have for you? Is there a dryad that lost her tree?" Ageni was a good hunter for how young she was. Trained by one of the best hunters James had ever met. Still he didn't think her father would send her off to do something dangerous by herself, at least he assumed she was all by her self since no one had come with her. Perhaps he was just getting soft in his old age, but the world was a dangerous place. With all the vampires, ghouls, demons, wolf men and crack heads out there the thought that she was going to be going out there alone didn't sit well with him. If something went wrong, which in this business it always did, well it wouldn't end well. If it was a more experienced hunter he wouldn't worry as much, but...well he didn't want to lose a good hunter.

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Satya had taken one look at the building, the height at which the window was at and its proximity to the surrounding buildings. He had then thought, ‘well, ******** it,’ and duly circled around to the other side, where there were less people and the tall block of an office building was closest to the grey-brick residential apartments flanking it. After that, it was simply a question of bodily control; Satya jumped on a dumpster, springboarding onto the wall of the office building, fingers scrambling for purchase in the slightly rough exterior. He knew it wasn’t rugged enough to support him over a long time so he scampered up, flipping over to the apartment building when he could, as it was made of brick and thus much easier to scale on the exterior. There were no proper handholds, only brick, but he used the slightly-jutting windowsills for all they were worth and had scaled the top of the building within less than a minute. On the roof, he stopped to glance across at the office building; the alleyway that separated the offices from the dreary apartment block wasn’t very wide, but it was wide enough that he’d lost a good deal of heigh flipping from the too-smooth exterior of the offices to the outside of the apartment complex. Still, he’d have no problem clearing it with a leap; he’d jumped worse gaps. He practised whenever he had the time -- with his busy life, versatile hobbies, if any at all, were a must. No long exursions for when he could be called in to work on short notice.

Before that though, Satya crouched close to the edge, brushing some of his fringe out of grey-blue eyes. Absently he noted his hair needed a trim; it was getting annoying. Satya peered across at the offices, spotting an empty window on the third floor, how lucky of him. Hopefully, it would stay empty for long enough that Satya could enter.

Satya jumped, clearing the gap neatly and with less problems than he’d anticipated; in one smooth motion, he was off of the office building’s roof, however, and sliding down the side of the building, catching himself on ledges where he could. It must have looked spectacluarly odd for anyone seeing him from inside the building, so this was perhaps not the greatest idea, but it beat his other options -- open enquiry about the broken window, an impressive combination of broken glass and bullshit, or just ignoring this outright. But that last option didn’t sit well with him. Satya was normally a very controlled, logical person, but something about this gave him an odd feeling, like that time in France, with the hospital and that… thing. It was just a feeling, gut instinct, probably nothing, but he couldn’t just ignore this. Last time, a hospital’s worth of innocent people had died -- Satya had been among the only survivors (there were five). This whole situation didn’t sit right with him and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. That was scary in itself, but, if this did turn out to be nothing, he probably was safe. The worst they could do was deport him, right? He wasn’t very familiar with American laws.

The window had stayed empty, which he was thankful for; he dropped down from the window above and landed on the narrow ledge in a crouch. He was glad he was thinly built; it was a tight squeeze for someone of his size, which was on the smaller end of averge for a man if he was kidding himself and really just sort of petite if he wasn’t, but for someone more sterotypically masculine -- the hulking two-and-something metres tall brute with massive ‘roid-rage’ musculature, it would have been impossible. Satya was built like a swimmer, or maybe a gymnast: small, light and almost all body mass was strong but subtle musculature.

As luck would have it, the window was unlocked and slid open easily. This, in turn, made Satya very uneasy; he’d expected this to be much, much harder. As it was, his first breaking and entering was going remarkably well. Too well, really, and that put him on edge.

The young doctor eased into the room -- an empty office, cabinets filled with nothing but dust and signs of disuse -- carefully shutting the window behind him again. He expected some kind of alarm to blare out at any moment, you are caught, now we shoot -- (weren’t the gun laws ridiculously lax in America? He remembered seeing more than one news bulletin about it) -- but it never did. He took a second to calm himself, wipe his sweaty palms on the grungy old jeans he wore, and walked over to the door, pressing his ear against the wood to listen for people -- there wasn’t a keyhole.

There didn’t seem to be anyone out there -- no footsteps, no sounds of fingers on keyboards, no casual chatter. Hesistantly, Satya turned the doorknob, the knob feeling strange and foreign and cumbersome to his almost-numb hand, easing the door slightly open and peeking out. The office opened out into a narrow hallway lined with doors in a similar style to this one. Satya sighed quietly, not quite sure what he’d been expecting but relieved all the same. He was nervous. No, more than that; the responses he could feel his body giving were more like terrified but he had no idea why. This wasn’t like him. But something about this whole thing… If those offices were empty, if this entire building was empty, then…

This was too much like what happened before. He moved across the world to get away from that.

But he could at least recognise that this was a train of thought he shouldn’t be following. Satya breathed deeply, calmed himself, and carried on.

It was undeniably eerie, to walk through a completely empty building the size of this one. There were no bodies, which Satya counted as a good thing; in his experience, if there were corpses around, something had gone terribly wrong, but then again, he was a surgeon and so maybe a bit biased on that account. His heart slammed like a fist against the inside of his ribcage, a sick, panicky sensation in his gut, and he felt like he wanted to run. But that was easily ignored; he’d been nervous, even afraid before and he’d gotten through that fine as long as he stayed calm. So he did, treading softly and keeping vigilant, even though the entire thing seemed so surreal. Like it wasn’t really happening. There was just something increadibly odd about the whole thing, every instinct in his body screaming that this wasn’t natural. From the outside, this looked like a normal office building. You’d never guess there weren’t anyone inside -- so why the security guards outside? Strange.

Satya had taken to listening in through the doors, listening for sounds of other people, and, failing that, had begun to open the doors. He felt a bit silly at having been so nervous now, since nothing was happening, although he still had the feeling that things were–– off. Wrong. His feelings were proven right when he came across one locked door in the corridor. Printing, it said in neat little letters on the side. Probably just a printer, copier, the usual. Big, well-stocked office building was bound to have one. But that smell from underneath wasn’t of ink, Satya knew. Sulphur was the dominant scent, but underneath that, there was the smell of rotting flesh. Someone was dead in there, probably for a while, or dying, but the smell was too strong to come from simply a necrotised arm or leg. So. Dead person in the printer room. Satya did the reasonable thing and reeled back, not so much in disgust as in shock. Then he kept going.

There was only one door open on the entire floor, and it was in there Satya saw him. He wasn’t a tall man, nor an especially well-built one. He did not cut an imposing figure at all. Actually, he was the average office-working type: middle-aged, beginning to go bald, bit of a belly. Mid-forties. It was very far from what Satya had expected. The younger male hesitated before entering, but did. The man did not look away from his computer screen.

"The entire floor is empty," Satya said.

The man did not look up. ‘Is it now?"

"There is a corpse in the ‘printing’ room," the young doctor added.

"How interesting." The man looked up from his computer screen. Waves of sulphur wafted off him and he smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile and it put Satya’s hair on end, something very not-right about the man. Satya began taking inventory of what he had and could use should this man prove dangerous. Satya was younger, probably stronger and definitely faster–– a good tap to the temple should floor him. Alternatively, punch him in the ear, use the resulting off-balance to get him to the ground. Knock him out and run. Satya was very good at running.

All these plans were scrapped once the man’s eyes turned black, though.

Satya stumbled back once, then found himself slammed against the wall, the man still clean on the other side of the room. "How do you feel about increasing the body count, boy?"

"Not… really what I have been planning to do for today," the younger male replied. Whatever force slammed him back was constricting his chest.

"Well, what a shame," the man said, and the force increased tenfold.

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Ageni
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"So what kind of job does Mister Orion have for you? Is there a dryad that lost her tree?"

“Uh, not exactly.”

“I’m going after a demon today.”

“Little bit nervous, but if Dad has faith in me then I think I can do it.”

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James Malloy

The Gentle Giant

Turning back to the frankentruck with wrench in hand James was about to get back to work until Ageni mentioned that she was being sent off to deal with a demon. Upon hearing the word demon he immediately stopped what he was doing. Out of all the nasty creatures out there the only things he hated as much as Adlets were demons. A slight frown formed at the edge of his lips. Demons had a way of getting inside someone's head. Twisting a man's thoughts until he was nothing more that a puppet of flesh that the demon controlled. You can't make a deal with one without it coming back to haunt you. Even worse they were hard to kill, if you could call it that. Buckshot to the face only made them angry, or jump out of whoever they had possessed. There was just something about shooting his friends to get to the demon inside them that rubbed James the wrong way. He glanced at Ageni worried about what might happen to her. Now it wasn't his place to say how a man should raise his child. He assumed that Orion was doing what he thought would be best for the girl. However James had twelve years of experience killing things that went bump in the night and he wouldn't take on a demon by himself. Vampires, ghosts, warethings, and angry livestock he would face alone, not demons. Yet the boss wanted her to go rid the world of a demon all by her lonesome. "Wait a moment." He told her before walking off behind a pile of scrap.

The pile of rusty metal and gutted everything was still there to provide some privacy. Since James had nothing more than the clothes on his back and his dangerous weapons he didn't have the money to rent an apartment, so he slept in his shop on a cot he fixed up. He also kept all of his worldly possessions near the cot in a mini-fridge he had managed to convert into a makeshift safe. Pulling it open he grabbed a strange idol carved out of bone. Returning to the young hunter with strange idol in hand he offered it to her. "Your father probably already gave you something to keep you safe from the demon, but..." He didn't want to admit that he was worried for her safety. "I got it from a witch doctor in Gabon. It'll protect you from evil spirits." His eyes shifted to the bottom of his tool cabinet where he he had the space to keep his work bag. A backpack filled with ammo, a first aid kit, a can of salt and a few tools just in case. "I don't suppose you'd want some help dealing with this demon?"

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Ageni
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Your father probably already gave you something to keep you safe from the demon, but..."

“Thank you so much! I’ll promise I’ll give it back!”

"I don't suppose you'd want some help dealing with this demon?"

“Father said it would be a lot more discreet if it was just me on the job. Thank you. Really thank you so much.”

“Hope you have a nice couple of days- Take a break, okay? I think the Mrs Tucker was making lunch for everyone at the house.”

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Post: 83812859_42 created on Fri, 04 Jan 2013 21:01:37 +0000
Posted: Fri, 04 Jan 2013 21:01:37 +0000

Chaz Ling, Freelance Entertainer and Hunter Extraordinaire!

Location: Office building
Company: Satya and the demon

The appearance of a voice surprised Chaz, causing him to look around the room from the small grate he was peeking through in hopes of finding its source, but he didn't have enough room to see the whole room. All he could do was listen in, the new voice mentioning the floor being empty. Interesting..Did he work for the demon? Fighting two would be fun, indeed. This demon peon couldn't be much of a threat, anyway. The demon simply questioned the others' statement, to which the new guy proceeded to mention there being a corpse in the printing room. Now this was bad, the demon had already started taking lives in here? Or was it the peon who did it? Either way, they were both going to pay!..That is, until the demon's demeanor began to sour more upon the new guy. He seemed to be acting as if ready to attack the man. Curiosity got the better of Chaz, as he sat and watched more, keeping his eyes on the demon.
As the demon revealed more of what he was, his eyes turning black, Chaz heard a loud thump against a wall as the demon and new guy exchanged some words. Was this person an innocent and not a demon peon? Chaz couldn't let this filth prey on an innocent.

Plucking another hair from his head and allowing it to turn into a coconut, Chaz wondered how he could possibly still have room in his mind for humor in times like these, choosing to use a coconut instead of a generic clay ball. Swiftly, he grabbed onto his quarterstaff and kicked the grate open, sending himself flying out of the air duct and into the room with a loud monkey screech coming from his mouth. Soon as he entered the room from the grate, Chaz tossed the clay coconut at the demon, landing it square in his chest and causing it to burst into a cloud of dust. Using the very brief distraction, Chaz followed up with a wide arcing swipe of his staff, smashing the demon in the chest and knocking him to the ground.
With the demon down for a second, Chaz looked around and saw the human laying on the ground, appearing to be in a little pain.

"Human, you should run! I'm about to make a big mess in here", giving the human a humorous smirk.

Just then, Chaz felt the familiar tingle on the back of his neck. The demon was trying to use his little dark tricks on him, it was cute.

"And you..You're not very smart, are you?", saying with the beginning of a chuckle in his voice, which turned into a full on mocking laugh as he petted the sash of prayer beads across his chest.
"Looks like you're just gonna have to fight me like a big boy..Think you can hang, little guy?", keeping his mocking tone, Chaz always had fun taunting demons since they were some of the most easily-angered of the monsters.

"Not a problem", the demon growled with anger before quickly flipping the large desk over and flinging it toward Chaz and the human. Chaz reacted on instinct, going into a protective mode and positioning himself in front of the human and allowing the desk to hit him as he guarded with his arms, breaking the wooden desk into a few pieces that scattered about. This was why Chaz didn't like protecting humans, they were a liability, but he was still a protector at heart. Despite how humans have treated him.

"You oka--", Chaz's words were cut short as he was trying to check on the human by his tail suddenly being yanked and he was spun in a half-circle before flung through a thin office wall.

Rolling to his feet, Chaz stood defensively, staring at the demon who now had a smirk of his own. Damn his tail! That wasn't the first time it got him into trouble. Well, no time to worry about it now, this demon needed to be destroyed!

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Loretta Amber

“Listening for voices,
but it's the choices that make us who we are”

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A few of the teenagers had split from the group and crossed the street as well. Lucky for her, she had already taken her jacket off and brushed against the delinquents in the busy intersection. Even though she couldn’t touch one’s skin, her brush was enough to put slight pressure against him. The slight tingle that alerted their human bodies of foreign chemical invasion was not felt by any of the teens, thanks to Loretta’s ability to mask their perception of it. Her silvery light blue eyes stared at the glass of the grocery store that ever-so-slightly reflected the images of the teens crossing safely to the other street corner.

Just as they got to the sidewalk there, they all stopped walking and looked around, distinctly hearing a musically sweet, yet disturbingly chilling voice warning them, “If you keep stealing, you’ll end up worse than this.” Seeing that no one was close enough to speak so clearly to each of them, they were mortified. They started chattering amongst themselves, blaming each other for pulling a prank, but by then, a few of them had started itching.

Loretta redirected her attention to the grocery store just in time to notice that the rest of the teenagers had already left. “Ah, well if the others don’t convince them, I’ll have them next,” she thought to herself. Shaking her head, she sighed, slightly bothered by her words – it was these kinds of words that separated her from her fellow angels. She just seemed to be too cruel sometimes, a trait that was hardly ever used to describe angelic beings. Of course cruel couldn’t quite be the exact term either, because she did not necessarily enjoy seeing pain and suffering. She just seemed to find immense satisfaction in justice being restored and served.

The most satisfying assignments she got, though, were ones that dealt with less normal beings. On the rare occasions He sent her after a supernatural being, she found that they were a little more challenging. Not only were the poisons required to subdue or kill them more draining on her body to make, but some demons had vision or charms that would recognize her angelic presence. It was exponentially more difficult for her to alter their perception of her after they already recognized her to be a celestial threat, and though it could be done, Loretta would find herself unable to do anything else but focus on manipulating their perception. Times like those definitely made her wish God had them work in teams.

On her last encounter though, she had met a hunter that had been after the same monster. Though He had mentioned that she would need to conceal her identity before another as she performed her assigned task, He failed to add that that same person would help her execute her target. As the memory played through her head, she chuckled to herself, turning the corner into an alleyway. To her immediate right slept a homeless woman, cuddled beneath layers of dirty blankets. Stopping, Loretta knelt down and draped her jacket over the woman, smoothing it out with slight pressure to establish a connection with her. Just then, the woman stirred slightly, opening her eyes. Though the light-haired angel kneeled in front of her and had a hand on her shoulder, the homeless woman saw and felt no sign of her, except for the jacket that was now draped across her. Her eyes shut again, and Loretta smiled. The jacket was not much, but that was all she had to offer.

Standing back up, she continued down the alleyway, unconsciously following the slightest hint of sulfur in the air.

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ЧЕСТНЫХ ПСИХОВ МОЖНО НЕ ЛЕЧИТЬ.

╰ AND THE RAIN ↻ WON'T WASH AWAY » won'twashawaytheashes.;

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╰ AND THE RAIN ↻ WON'T WASH AWAY » won'twashawaytheashes.;

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Out of all the things that could have happened, this was what happened: a simian creature, at first mistaken for a teenager due to the hoodie and jeans but huge, bursting through the grate covering the ventilation shaft while screeching, hurling a… clay coconut?… at the black-eyed thing’s head.

Satya wasn’t expecting this.

Actually, it was probably the furthest down on his list of things he expected to happen to him -- which, to be fair, wasn’t a very long or very positive list. Still, it was preferable to what he had expected -- death or, worst case scenario, torture. It still shocked him though. (Although, really, wouldn’t that shock just about anyone?)

Whatever happened in that cloud of smoke, the simian creature appeared to win, sending the sulphuric man crashing to the ground. Without the black-eyed man’s strange powers keeping him pinned to the wall, Satya promptly went down like a sack of batteries. Not his proudest moment, that. To his credit, he scrambled back to his feet almost as soon as he hit the ground, regaining balance within an instant. "I–– yes, but––" Satya stumbled over his words. "Behind you, he is––"

Satya’s warning was useless, as the monkey-like creature turned and mocked the man, patting what looked like prayer beads or Catholic rosary beads around the simian’s neck. The man snarled -- whatever he was, it was a species highly responsive to praryer or at least religion, it would seem. The doctor was beginning to regret not going to church quite as often as appropriate right now.

The black-eyed man, in response to the monkey-man’s taunts, flipped the desk and all its contents on Satya and his strange saviour. The monkey-like man intercepted the blow, seemingly not fazed by it at all. Satya felt at once guilty for getting in the way and grateful for the simian’s presence. "Thank you––" he began, but he was cut off by their attacker sending the moneky-man flying, having apparently gripped his tail and thrown him like a sack of bricks. It was… impressive, but not a good thing. The black-haired doctor, was quick to jump out of the other man’s reach. Thankfully, he seemed preoccupied with gloating and didn’t notice Satya’s actions.

Spotting a little silvery letter-opener in the rubble. Satya darted down and picked it up, running his finger over the blade -- too quickly, it nicked the skin and drew blood. But that was good. It was sharp enough to be of use, then. The letter opener was shaped like a sharp butterknife, with a blade better suited for slicing than stabbing; he could go for the throat, sever the cartoid arteries… It would be a slow death, bleeding out, but it would weaken the man over time and wasn’t immediately fatal; the police could be contacted and the black-eyed thing would be handled by… well, law enforcement. Human law enforcement. Problem was, that sulphur-smelling man wasn’t human and didn’t seem like it could be reasoned with. Also, severing each artery individually would be a pain and he doubted the blade was large enough for that. Neither was the blade large enough to target the tendons, even though that would be the optimal way to deal with that thing without outright taking its life–– Satya didn’t know if the Hippocratic oath applied to nonhumans attempting to kill you, and while he doubted it did, Satya wasn’t sure he could handle killing. He might be capable, in the short run, to take a life and he was no stranger to death, since he worked in a hospital and he’d learnt early on that not everyone could be saved (but it was still his job to try, or at least keep them comfortable until the end), but from everything he’d heard, it took a cold mind to be able to handle killing someone. Physicaly, he was capable; if cornered, he might be; after, he’d have to deal with the fact that he went against everything he’d sworn to do as a doctor and the inevitable emotional fallout that would create.

Or maybe he’d just… deal with it. He’d dealt with everything else in his life.

The man made his move and Satya darted forwards, utilising his natural agility to navigate the rubble in the room, the hand with the letter opener holding it more like a knife than a scalpel. The man turned and grabbed his hand, twisting it away with a sneer; Satya dug his feet in and used his free hand to box the man in the ear. The man reeled back, stumbling a bit, sending whiffs of sulphur Satya’s way that almost made the doctor gag. Nevertheless, he pressed on, switchinghands so that the little blade was now in his dominant hand as he leapt onto the man. Despite Satya’s youth and fitness, the man seemed to possess a superior, supernatural strength, so the black-haired young man was again thrown off like a ragdoll -- but behind the man now. Satya, having stayed on his feet despite the throw, darted forwards once again, this time finally burying the letter-opener in its intended target.

A clean stab, right through the junction where neck met head. Right through the brainstem, probably the medulla oblongata. The man went down, face-first to the ground. Satya stumbled back a bit, towards the monkey-like creature that had saved him, but not consciously, still high on adrenaline and slightly disturbed at the fact that he had very probably definitely just killed a man.  It didn’t disturb him for long though, as the man was slowly pulling himself to his feet, turning to face the doctor as he pulled the little knife out of the back of his head with very little regard for it. "Did you really think that would kill me? How naïve of you," the man snarled.

"What–– what are you?" Satya said, voice shaking somewhat.

"Angry," the man replied and then all hell broke loose again.

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