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He ignored her. Well, she had seen that too. Or... Jezebel stopped thinking about it. "Vague," she said airily. "Vague... Vague. You'll be alive. Vague." She traced patterns on Lamia's scales. "Can't tell you. It's different."

She followed Shateiel's gaze. "Mine power hast overflowed its chalice," Lamia said smugly. "Yon child thought too highly of her talents." Even if her contract could never be completed with Jezebel in this state, the fact that she could overpower someone into insanity made her quiet proud of herself. "Tis a small price, to remain'st here among mortals."

Mandy watched the new boy, trying to read him but really to no avail. Both of them were just odd little souls. She turned away and hummed quietly to herself, watching the sun glisten off Lamia's scales. "I think it's pretty interesting. I thought all that stuff was just a bunch of mumbo jumbo..." She picked the last words carefully, hoping the slight insult would lead to a broader discussion on this whole summoning thing. She wanted to knooow!!

She was also kind of curious as to why it seemed Lamia was talking to herself, but when she strained in on their conversation-- eavesdropping was such a vulgar word-- she could hear a low whispering that came from no mouth. And he said this wasn't very interesting?

It was not often that Jiran found himself giving into the simple pleasures in life. Alcohol, women, and the gentle caress of sand between the toes. Today, he had allowed himself a small amount of leave from the confines of his study, to walk among real people on the wonderfully salty shore of Gambino Beach. He blocked out all negative. The fact that there were any other people there was possibly the largest (and most difficult to ignore) negative, as Jiran hated mankind much more than any other thing in the world. Stupid, useless, loud, panicky beasts-

-Hold on.

For a moment, Jiran decided to ignore his own eyes. Something he'd become frighteningly good at, over the years. But, upon a disobedient second glance, he knew that what he'd seen was not hallucination. There were demons. Bold as day, right across the beach, chatting with a few humans.

His breath caught in his rough throat, and his mustache seemed to twitch as he fought his own desire to have a closer inspection. Cursing it, his desire won, and he slowly, quietly began to make his way towards the group. Drawing closer, he saw that the demons greatly resembled that of things he had seen, while studying, and his excitement grew.

"Could it be...possible?" He breathed near-silently to himself. "To really bring them...to this world...?"

Admittedly, he had never been a particularly social man.

"I.... guess..." Mandy's words trailed off as she watched the kidlets manhandle each other. Was she ever that awkward or weird as a teenager? She hoped not.

"I dunno, it's just... not everyday I get a chance to meet demons let alone two. I think anyone would be curious as to where you got them..." Trying not to give anything away, she began smoothing out her pirate beach towel. Was she looking too nosy? Should it even matter? Anyone would want to know, even if they didn't have an ulterior motive. Gah, brats!

Her last thought left a sour taste in her mouth and she looked away from the boy and found... Jesus, another person? Was it a national holiday she was not aware of? He didn't have any companion, or at least none she could see which meant nothing. For all Mandy knew, the guy could have a jumping flea demon able to strip the flesh of mortals in seconds! Or he was walking into a lion's den unknowingly. She wanted to wave her arms and tell him to run free from the weird, but... whatever. Maybe there would be a demon/human smackdown.

Jiran stopped dead in his place, staring in morbid fascination at Lamia. He didn't stop from fear, though he eyed her long nails for a moment. He stopped from the utmost respect...near adoration. A real demon, to him, was like seeing Jesus Christ in the flesh...even if it wasn't Lilith, or a Succubus. "You speak so elegantly," He breathed, his usually beady eyes bulging under his thick eyebrows. He tried to place the name of the demon, but it escaped him. He knew he had seen something similar not long ago.

You speak so elegantly? Wow, this group of misfits just go better and better. If only she had a camcorder she could laugh at this at a later time. Until then she sat quietly so as not to enrage skin-splicing demons.

"Well thanks..." Mandy couldn't hold in the sarcasm. Did no one understand a simple question? Did everything have to be in riddles? Her other life was wrought with quizzes, this one didn't need to start following that trend. She lied down on her towel, the soft sand molding around her little body. At least Jess had given her a location, that was better than she could say about.... uhmmm... "What's your name?" Leaning to her side, she looked up at the boy with the angel... thing. She'd get to the newest weirdo when he gave her some useful advice.

Jiran shuffled a little, feeling uneasy with so many people turning to take him into the conversation. "I...I noticed you, and this," He gestured to Shateiel absently, "From the other side of the beach. I..." He paused a moment, trying to decide how to word this without arousing suspicion. "I have been studying summoning for quite some time. It was long considered impossible among...certain people." He hoped dearly the second, unrecognizable demon was not an intention-reading one. "I am Jiran Lufaarzitat." He eventually managed, bowing, but not breaking eye-contact with Lamia's face. The humans were practically invisible, in his eyes.

Standing in one place for so long, the hot sand began to burn Jiran's bare feet, and he shifted a little to the side. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his dark-skinned face on it. Not venturing outside often left him ill-suited to drastic environmental differences, like excessive exposure to heat or cold.