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a demon! 0.21428571428571 21.4% [ 3 ]
an angel! 0.071428571428571 7.1% [ 1 ]
a hunter! 0.14285714285714 14.3% [ 2 ]
a cop! 0.21428571428571 21.4% [ 3 ]
some random dude. 0.35714285714286 35.7% [ 5 ]
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                  It wasn't like Jackie to make his surprise obvious, after all. Even if he did find it rather strange that this young lady could talk two demons out of a fight - three demons, if you counted himself, and he supposed you would have to given that he was the one with a firearm. So he payed attention to her, to the things she said.

                  He might have suspected her story about the hospital was a lie, but... he could smell the antiseptic on her, ever-so-faint as it was.

                  "That sounds like an excellent idea, you know. Try it on?" He picked the string up once more, gesturing for her to turn around and sliding the bright red locks out of the way so he could drape it around her neck and hook the clasp closed.

                  "I do mean that honestly, you know. It's a nice piece, not the garish thing some... other girls like." He wrinkled his nose in distaste - then froze, looking up and out onto the street. He'd felt... a strange ripple in the air around him. A charge of sorts, distantly familiar. And somehow, it just didn't seem like good news. And of course, the damage to the windows meant his own protective wards were broken.

                  Wonderful.

                  But before he could put up any preemptive defense, another figure hopped over the broken glass - actually hopped, instead of using the perfectly intact door. He supposed it made some sense, given the fact that the window now posed very little opposition to entry, but... still.

                  "Do be careful with that. Can I help you?" Something... odd about this one.

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The sudden explosion of glass and debris caught Kayden entirely off guard. Any taunting and pleasant conversation was reduced to a yelp as the demon leapt for cover. He ducked behind one of the display cases, swearing violently under his breath.

The incident passed too quickly for him to be of any aid, nor did he have much stake in the end-condition of the shop. Kayden finally rose once the metaphorical dust had settled, brushing his jacket back into order. At this rate, the damn thing was going in the next dumpster he spotted. "Well that was so very enjoyable," he sneered. "Glad to see you attract such fine people to your establishment, Jack."

The demon eyed the nurse, sizing her up. She didn't seem to be very intimidating, though she had managed to wrangle the situation to calmness with relative ease. "Very fine people," he added. "What would your name be, madam?" The fear-demon reigned in his abilities, presenting himself as "just Kayden" for the moment.


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It was sweet, she supposed, for a Demon to drape such lovely gems around her neck. So she obliged easily when he gestured for her to turn and aided him in sweeping aside her hair. She had completely forgotten the fact that he was carrying, and that she was in the shop alone with him, even if Chicago was still moving and living just outside a shattered pane of glass. She could be naive like that sometimes.

When he froze, though, and looked to the damaged storefront, she did the same.

"I have only known Demons to freeze when something very bad is going to happen." She began, speaking quietly but not moving. "Invariably, that meant that bodies where about to go flying." Almost reluctantly, she reached behind her neck and undid the clasp, then turned back to him.

"If I don't get moving now, I'll never get home in time for my show." Her voice was conversational now, but her eye's held a look of fear. In fact, she doubted she could control her heart beat well enough for the world not to hear. "I'm sorry about the window, charge however much you want. I'll come back for the card tomorrow." She stepped back, gave a smile and called out a 'Goodnight' as she headed for the door.

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      Korbin hadn't exactly expected to be dealt with so quickly and in such a timely manner, this fellow didn't exactly adhere to the stuffy, pompous jeweler stereotype who had little to no time for anyone who didn't look they they carried less than a grand in cash. Eyeing the other two people inside the establishment he searched for any excuse, but when he opened his mouth, ...nothing.

      His pallet was dry, the faint aura exuding from both men and chills ran along Korbin's spine. s**t, he'd really put himself in a bind, being over-eager to exact some sort of street justice, damned the fact that there seemed to be a none to bright or perhaps exceedingly aware human other than himself in the company of two demons. Just as he'd counted two humans, it seemed one of them was headed for the door. Without thinking Korbin's hand shot out and he grabbed the woman, a total stranger by the wrist, his grip light but tight enough to constrict any movement to where if she squirmed, it would hurt. "Is this your handiwork?" he asked, gesturing to the glass still splayed about this way and that. He didn't want an answer, he was being felicitous, he was just trying his best to avoid the other gentle... that is demon's question of help.

      He had an answer for him of course but he couldn't bloody well beat the fellow to a pulp in the light of day now could he? He needed more evidence and he needed to test his acquaintance, for all he knew he'd stay in on one and the other would jump him. Always hard to tell with demons, some of them were loyal whilst others were cowards. Who could say about this duo?



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Her first thought, when she exited the door, was of relief. A cab could get her home in minutes and all would be well.

Then a stranger grabbed her wrist and her heart nearly stopped. Trying not to scream, she looked up at the stranger imploringly.

"I am innocent in all this, I'm just heading home." Her voice was calm, as always, but inside she was screaming. Something about this man felt...Wrong.

Like her brother had, just before he left. Was he a Hunter?

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                  With a flicker of red hair, Eva was heading out to the door... just where the other young man was standing, the one that had hopped through the broken window without so much as a word to announce his arrival. Jackie felt unusually tense -- he narrowed his eyes at the stranger, watching carefully.

                  It wasn't his appearance that put him on edge, no. Jackie didn't judge people for that sort of nonsense -- he wasn't human, after all, as much of a show as he put on about being concerned with his own suit and tie and starched collar. But there was something else about this man. That look in his eyes, like he was measuring things out... almost the way Jackie did himself. That was eerie.

                  The man reached for Eva's arm. Jackie stepped up, holding his hand out.

                  "No - excuse me. I've settled the matter with the lady. It was all a... misunderstanding, I think. Some bit of overzealous violence. I'd like to avoid any more of the same, as I'm sure you can understand." He wasn't looking at Eva anymore -- just at the stranger, the stranger with the calculative look on his face. He really didn't feel like any more complications this evening, but if it couldn't be avoided... he intended to come out on top.

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      Korbin glared at the other man, whose name he'd never bothered to ask for, he didn't want to associate with demons after all, why extend them the cordial hand of diplomacy if all he sought was their head on a spike? Korbin heard the hesitation in this man's voice and his words echoed the sentiment. "Rather blunt aren't we?" he asked, not alluding to what he might be referencing, he was pretty damn sure this guy knew what he was getting at but just in case he was daft as well as stupid, he figured he'd spell things out for him.

      "What makes you think I'm the trouble-maker sort?", Korbin glanced down at his tattoos and gauged the man's reaction, no - not that. The piercings, his attire, no, and no. Korbin shoved his left hand into his jean pocket, fitting it with his brass knuckles. Keeping it tucked away, he immersed his other hand in his right pocket so as not to draw too much attention. He slouched his posture to appear disinterested.

      He hadn't made the effort of coming here to be placid, he had passed the point of no return and he intended to give this guy a souvenir shiner for his impertinence. He muttered the following under his breath in Arabic, "And the trumpet shall be blown, so all those that are in the heavens and all those that are in the earth shall swoon, except Allah; then it shall be blown again, then they shall stand up awaiting." when he spoke the last words, a hot fiery wind swirled about the room and despite the shattered window and the cool air outside, it was as though the room in which they stood were an inferno.

      "Perhaps this is more to your liking?" Korbin remarked, this time addressing both men, and the woman for if she knew they were demons - she deserved to burn alive for being in their company knowingly. He hadn't conjured this hot arid piece of Hell for either man after all, he'd conjured it for her.

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It Burned. It took a few agonizing, pain drenched seconds for her to hear the sound of her own screams. The heat was so intense she was surprised she didn't die then and there. Her calm feelings, her gentle ways disappeared and she tried to escape, tried to run from the fire.

And found she couldn't move.

Dropping to her knees, she tried to focus on breathing, but that hurt even more.

"Eva!" The scream came from the shattered window, and she stared up in horror as Kaya beat against air as if a barrier where stopping him. Tears began to fall from her eye's as she prayed to any and all Gods who would listen.

Then her vision went black.

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                  The words were hardly foreign to Jackie. He looked up, alarmed -- what was this idiot doing? What was he even thinking?

                  "Stop." He hissed. But the stranger carried on (and it was excellent Arabic, some impertinent part of him couldn't help but remark -- all lilting, beautiful) and the air moved around them. Something stirring.

                  "Stop." Too late to run now. The air was dry, dry and hot and getting hotter faster than it should. It was a heat he hadn't felt in over a century... he certainly wasn't nostalgic about it, either. By the young man's side, Eva had fallen to the floor, and honestly, she was a goddamned nurse. He moved sharply, the metal of his revolver burning hot against his hand. Human skin reacted like it should -- he smelled burning, but he didn't let go. He leveled the barrel at the stranger's head.

                  "I said stop it! Did you flunk out of kindergarten, for ******** sake, that you can't deal with a situation in a civilized [********] manner?"

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      Korbin heard the woman faint, the thunk registered in the back of his mind but he'd exact a bit of divine justice at her expense later, he needed to fully concentrate on the prey that stood in his company. The air did it's work, even on Korbin, his throat felt as though it might disintegrate but he'd gone to great lengths in his training to endure pains more than this. He was confident, were he to be damned to Hell, he'd last a whole full two minutes before the inferno would flay him alive, turning his skin to sod, nothing but a mass of smoldering carbon. But now was not the time for a trip down memory lane regarding his training.

      It was hot enough that the barrel sizzled and worked as a makeshift brand, Korbin ignored the pain and chose to ignore this man's words, yet again. He glanced behind him out the corner of his eye, he was an onlooker, unable to penetrate the barrier he'd made, a small smirk of satisfaction played at his features, an audience - all the better. Turning back to the man addressing him he felt the brass around his knuckles beginning to liquefy. Crap! He balled up his fist and despite the gun pressed to his temple in one fluid motion he stepped back, pulled his fist back and watched as it came in contact with this man's jaw.

      Not waiting for a reaction and hoping the other was dazed enough not to notice, Korbin kicked his foot up, hoping to graze the other's hand enough for him to drop the gun so he might have a chance to dive for it. He was sure a broken or bruised jaw did nothing, he needed to bury a slug in between this guy's eyes and then after that he'd deal with the other one.

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                  Honestly? He wasn't sure wether he should be impressed or disappointed.

                  Firstly, it really was lovely Arabic. And a more than impressive spell. The young hunter had had the foresight to put up a barrier, too... none of that was the work of an amateur. This sort of thing took training, and strength -- he could see that the heat was affecting the man himself, and still he faced him even while the other human lay unconscious in the baking heat.

                  Impressive, yes. But ******** immature. It all had the stink of a ******** temper tantrum, and --

                  A flying fist hit him in the jaw, all too effective at knocking him another step backwards. He almost lost his balance, too, and that might have been exactly what spared him the stranger's next blow. Swaying backwards and struggling to keep his balance, he'd gotten just far enough away from the young man's flying kick... it might have been messy otherwise. Honestly!

                  As it was, he still had his gun, and a mean scowl on his face. He could have thrown himself at the stranger at this point, of course. He had the strength for that sort of thing. But he was not about to get pulled into a kicking-and-screaming, roll-around-on-the-floor fistfight. He was better than that, after all this time. He held up the gun again, and even as the barrel burned it's outline into the palm of his hand he started reciting his own line of Arabic.

                  It was something he'd barely managed to drag out of his memory -- he was almost surprised when it actually started to work, the heat gingerly rising away from them.

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      Korbin allowed himself a slight chuckle when he saw the man stagger backwards slightly, reeling a bit from his punch. However, when his kick missed his expression went dour and he couldn't help but chew the fleshly bit of his cheek inside his mouth. He bit down harder against the flesh inside his mouth when he took notice of the counter spell. Rather than show his hand, Korbin allowed him to finish uttering the spell. He had something in mind and as the air began to clear he made a conscious effort not to give away any inkling of his innermost thoughts.

      He took a hesitant breath, the air was still lukewarm but cooler none the less. Impressive, he hadn't thought any demon would have known how to counter his attacks, it made him wonder, and the more he wondered the more he began to formulate different scenarios in his head. Dependent on what happened next, he might not be welcome by any sort of creature, human or no.

      Now as his barrier was almost none existent, he looked down at his left hand, his brass knuckles had re-solidified, albeit they now had the odd indention of someone else's chin marring the index, middle and pointer finger's casings. He tried to flex his fingers but the contraption seemed graphed to his skin. Annoyed, he walked steadily over to the red-headed woman who had fainted some-odd moments ago.

      Dropping down to the floor, he knelt beside her, as he inched closer, it looked rather compromising, that was until he started to shake her like a rag-doll, hoping it would be enough to wake her. He needed to be the first one she spoke to, and he could only hope she still trusted humans more than the other lot. If not, he was prepared with a Plan B, as well as two other plans of action. But he preferred to try the easiest course of action first.

      He continued to shake her about, ignoring any thought of civility or chivalry, he spoken in a loud tone, "Wake up! Wake UP!"

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Everything felt sore, her skin was covered in sweat and she felt horrible.

But she was alive, the breathe was burning her lungs yes but she was breathing. She took a deep breath in as she woke, sat bolt upright and coughed, unsurprised by the blood that splattered across her hands. The first person she saw was the shop keeper, with his gun in his hand. She shrank away, instinctively, then turned to the man who had grabbed her and scuttled back from him.

"What the Hell are you?" She asked, disgust in her tone. "You remind me of Him! You're just like Julian." Her brother had despised her kindness to the Demons, this man acted the same way.

Humans where collateral, killing the Demons was all that mattered.

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                  As the barrier around his store snapped, cool air rushed in. Jackie gulped at it hungrily, staggering backwards to lean against one of the counters. He'd need to recover strength quickly if the boy wanted to keep up this silly fight -- who knows what else he might have up his sleeve? The silk pocket square that was typically nothing but decoration actually did him some use as he tugged it out to wipe the beading sweat off his forehead.

                  It was a human form, after all. It reacted as human bodies did.

                  That said, it was less vulnerable. Far less than Eva's prone form, still out cold on the floor.

                  Perhaps the boy had grown a conscience? Or maybe not, Jackie decided as he watched him shake her violently, yelling things as if she had merely decided to take a nap. It was laughable, really, and a striking contrast coming from the same man who had just cast an insanely powerful spell.

                  "You look stupid." He hissed, wincing as he put his gun in it's holster. He strode up to the boy and reached out (with his unburned hand) to grab him by the relatively short scruff of his hair, tugging him backwards, away from the waking woman.

                  "Honestly. You're embarrassing yourself. I'm embarrassed for you. What is that?" He pointed at the metal wound around the boy's hand -- that primitive weapon that had dealt all that damage to his jaw, which was going to be sore all night no doubt. He supposed he shouldn't be one to judge, what with his antique six-shooter... but at least his was a working firearm.

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Some new fourth party entered the scene, causing more than a little annoyance for Kayden. They rambled on and on in some foreign tongue - Arabic? Persian maybe? - before Hell decided to visit the Mortal Realm for a bit. The acrid heat and sensation that flames should have been licking his feet was a feeling that Kayden would have much rather forgotten.

Jack showed his hand a bit, breaking the mortal's spell with relative ease. That was all very nice of him, Kayden had to consider. The fear demon shuddered as though he was trying to shed off the still-burnt air. "Stupid or not, he could do well in the sauna business," Kayden sneered.

He cracked his knuckles, trying to tell how much of his form had been damaged by the event. Regardless of their non-friendship, if some punk-a** Hunter decided to rough up a powerful b*****d like Jackie, Kayden certainly wasn't going to let it all just simmer down without some contribution. His powers flared out behind him visibly, and a dark mantle of unease settled throughout the shop. "Why don't we stop with the biting and the scratching, hmm? I don't think my associate would like to have any more of his antique musketry to be damaged." He knew the gun in Jack's holster wasn't quite so old, but the status quo had to be upheld.

He barely glanced at the human girl. Kayden didn't know who this "Julian" was, nor did he really think she was paying attention to the pale-haired demon.


OOC :: *awkwardly tries to contribute to the scene*
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