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Natania silently looked around, noting each different species of which she only heard about but never really observed. She spent most of her time with the human race after all. Some were sitting quietly to themselves, a few were conversing with each other privately, or not caring if the tavern had heard. Natania swore she saw a figure that looked human moved through something before it disappeared. She disregarded this thought as she tried to identify everyone's race. Everyone here mostly look almost human like me. she thought. But is there any of my kind, I wonder.

OOC: No, you're fine, but remember if you want to join in you have to include yourself ninja

(Hahaha. Yes, I know. I just didn't want to like.. suddenly intrude while everyone was doing their own little thing, you know? But if my roleplaying becomes bad, please be harsh on me.)

"People cry, shout, and complain about all the things they are, and everything they create. They strive for money and status and then collapse on a soulless existence."
He retrieved a cigarette from the pack in his coat pocket, twirling it between his fingers before tapping it against his parted lips.
"My name is Incinerator. I identify with these factories cooking and burning raw materials into something else. That's what people are. Raw materials, to be made into something else. The more you act from your neurosis and fear, the farther you fall. The fall can be fun. It's hitting bottom that really hurts. But people don't like to learn. They fight evolution, so I like to push."
He retrieved a lighter, cigarette perched at the corner of his mouth as its end flared to life. "I like cigarettes. A little piece of poison you put in your mouth and suck on. It's like having foreplay with death."
He flashed a charming smile.

Azreal chuckled. "Your right, most people are raw materials." The Achanti's eyes flared suddenly before he tilted his head. "And i need raw materials." Azreal closed his eyes chuckling faintly before he shook his head hearing the man comparing cigarettes to a foreplay with death. "If that is foreplay with death friend." He slowly reopened his eyes and looking into incinerators eyes. "You have a lame sex life." He laughed softly as he held eye contact with the man. "I will consider your proposition, though i will have to warn you, if i do open my borders to the humans i will need to issue a warning, Humans are food to us, well to some of us just about anything iks food but you get my point, life in the caverns will not be easy, well it will be hell."

Natania's eyes perked up. She looked across the tavern noting the two men, one with long, black hair and the other who looked like some form of demonic monster, having a conversation about- Humans and demons... Is he suggesting they co-exist with each other? she wondered. In the many years she first became a fallen angel, the humans she had come across had trembled in fear because of her aura. Natania had eventually trained it so that her human form had not revealed too much of this aura, but wary humans were still cautious of her. Only ignorant children enjoyed her puppeteering without fear.

The bottom of her boots made slight tapping sounds as she neared them. Standing in front of them, she slightly leaned toward the right in her resting posture, allowing the case in her hand to dangle loosely in her grip. "You mentioned something about humans and demons co-existing. What of that?" Natania got straight to the point.

"I've an island with rather hospitable lodgings for humans and demons both. Be a pity to waste the space."
He turned his head with a grin. Her deceptively youthful appearance was surprising, though not enough to fool him. Lovely dark eyes shone with depth and wisdom unbecoming in a teenage girl.
"As to your variety, you're either a dainty demoness or a very naughty girl."
His gaze lowered, hand raised, as he lightly fingered the charm hanging from her neck.
"Does this speak to your religion, doll, or perhaps something stronger?"
His voice was soft, hand retreating to sit idly in his coat pocket as his gaze raised to meet hers.
He no longer questioned that his condition was a singular incident, the result of an accident, happy or otherwise, but she led him to question whether they were perhaps similar in nature. Stranger things had occurred within the Abysmal Haven, surely.
If the demonic lord were to take offense at Incinerator's otherwise captured attention, perhaps his behavior would be excused by an earlier crack at a poor sex life, or at least leave little question as to his orientation.