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Post by Arioch on Mar 24, 2010 15:54:39 GMT -5
The sounds of battle raged, fire and brimstone hurling through the air. Arioch growled, slashing his blade through the air, hurling a powerful spell behind it, blasting away another demon. His eyes glowed with hellfire, youthful features set in a grim scowl,fighting determinedly as his blade wove in and out of the air around him, forcing blades away, punching holes in many a defense and blasting many more demons away.
Slowly, in another world, the sun set, and twilight crept across the city of New York. Fire and lightning flashed, and Arioch appeared in the back alley, drawing deep and ragged breaths. He sighs as his wounds close up, drawing himself upright, eyes intent on the area around him. He knew the place, and made quickly for the bar around the block.
He was dressed in his usual dark clothing, long coat over it, and chains wound around his legs. On his left wrist was a massive silver gauntlet his blade extended from, and a silver bracelet on his right wrist. He grins at the barkeep, motioning for a drink as he collapsed into a seat, yawning.
"Make it hard and make it tall buddy, I've had a long day at work!" he calls out with a grin, a book sliding out of his pocket and popping open above the table. He smiles to himself, focused intently on the book, thoroughly enjoying the read. It was a book on classic poetry, though it wasn't nearly that old compared to him. He lost himself in the book, alone in his dark corner, awaiting what the night held for him.
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Post by purplesocks on Mar 24, 2010 22:49:00 GMT -5
What a silly thing to be doing on a night when she could be productive, or working, but according to her chief she needed to take a break every once in a while. Brooklyn Raziel Corin Kaelin on break? Seriously? It was not something that applied very easily to her, but here she was at a bar waiting for a date that she was not sure she really wanted to meet. Yet here she was at this bar in a pair of skinny jeans, black boots and a tank top with a gray cardigan with a lace triangle on the back. Her dark hair lay straight around her face curving towards her lovely features.
"I need to take myself less seriously" she spoke out loud to herself not really thinking of how insane it made her look. She sipped on the drink that was sitting in front of her, twirling the small straw through the ice. It was a hot pink and contrasted heavily with the whiskey in her glass. Looking to her right she saw possibly the shadiest looking man ever. Normally you would suppose he would be checking out the girls walking the restaurant/bar but instead his head was buried in a book. Maybe it was the slight warmth of the alcohol or the entirely bizarre look of the situation, but she let out a small laugh.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2010 12:59:00 GMT -5
A small chuckle, the feeling of being watched, and the demons head snapped up, yellow eyes glowing fiercely as his gaze burned into her, analyzing everything about her appearance, before he blinked, eyes shifting to a cool blue colour as he looked away. The last thing he needed was to attract more attention to himself.
He sighs, pushing his senses outwards from the establishment. Violence and chaos ran rampant in the streets, immortals flocked through the night, and inside here, he identified several non humans, each just waiting for that push to fight. A couple demons even prowled the street, two sought Arioch himself, the others mere prey and sport. He groans, passing a hand over his face as he rose.
He sighs, slipping the book into his pocket, adjusting his eye patch to cover his right eye, moving to stand by the bar. "Vodka double on the rocks." he orders, voice deep and melodious, yet soft and mysterious. He was tall with a lean and athletic build, and a tan covering him. He takes his drink swiftly, pumping up the alchohol level with a spell, stepping out to a covered patio, taking in the night, staring at the moon high overhead, raven black hair swaying in the wind.
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Post by purplesocks on Mar 25, 2010 13:59:11 GMT -5
Brook's eyes followed his form as he got up and ordered a stiff drink. His appearance was definitely out of the normal, but then again she was in New York City and in her line of work the abnormal seemed to follow her everywhere. She chugged down the last of her drink pushing the empty glass towards the bar tender. She wasn't much of a drinker. Though she liked the taste of some beers and other stronger alcohols she was generally a light weight. Strange considering all the working out she did and how healthy she kept her body.
"What do you have on tap?" she asked the bar tender who had walked over to her direction. She vaguely listened to what he had to say while her attention stayed mainly focused on the strange man who had went over to the balcony. "I'll just take the micro brew" she spoke out loud as the bar tender scurried off to grab her a glass. She stood up pulling a couple bucks from her pocket and placing it on the table as he brought her a pint glass. "Thanks man" she spoke softly grabbing her glass and walking out onto the patio and leaning against the wall. She observed him from behind, knowing no doubt he knew of her presence, but she wasn't ready to make the first move, she was more curious than anything and decided to just observe.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2010 16:26:21 GMT -5
He sighs. She'd followed him, why? An agent of another source? A hunter wanting to test their mettle? Or perhaps a seductress eyeing him as a prize? He groans mentally, none of the options seemed particularly pleasant to him as he downed his glass, another spell quickly refilling it.
"If you've come seeking conquest by force or guile, you'd best scurry on. I've not the inclination to deal with it tonight, I've had another long day." he groans out eventually, voice sounding tired and exasperated. Why did the crazy things always happen to him? He sighs, shaking his head as he turned to face her, his youthful features usually unsettling when coupled with his voice.
"Or are you after something else?" he asks, seeing neither of his former suspicions in her eyes, rather a quaint curiousity. Interesting indeed. Most felt a sense of unease around demons, yet she didn't seem affected. Drunk? Desensitized? Or just deranged? He frowns, watching her, his eyes blinking slowly. "But of course, how rude of me. I am Eru." he says, extending a hand. He didn't know her well enough to give her the name to summon him, not yet.
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Post by purplesocks on Mar 25, 2010 17:27:59 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow at him taking a sip of her beer as she stared at his hand. "Slightly presumptuous to assume that if a person steps out onto a balcony that they are following you or that they want something from you. Makes me wonder what you're actually running from that you have to be so much on guard" she spoke smoothly taking another sip of her beer. She slid her hand into her pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
Placing one in her mouth she began to dig through her pockets for a lighter. "And scurry? I believe you need to update your linguistic skills" she didn't know what prompted the sassy tone to her voice but she felt quite angered with the idea that her would presume that her interest with him was central to her night. At least that's what she thought of his words. She'd met many men with an ego the size of New York and every time she felt more inclined to hit them then to actually speak to him. Maybe it was the small book that she was curious about that kept her standing where she was. Muffled slightly by the cig she spoke: "What was the book about?"
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2010 18:29:28 GMT -5
He cuckles, holding out his hand, snapping to make a flame appear to light her cig, before drawing one out of his pocket himself, inhaling deeply as it lit. "In this day and age, in this city especially, one must always be on their guard." he retorts, smiling despite himself. She was no simpleton, and he greatly admired that. Few were left with intellect.
"As for my vocabulary madame, I am simply an archaic man, preffering the older and more refined words to these vulgar idioms children of the media use. Is it so wrong?" he asks with a chuckle, turning back to face the moon. "And my book was of poetry. I am no slouch myself in the intellectual arena. I prefer reading to a crowd any night."he says with a drag on his cigarrette. "So, if not for your curiousity to my appearance, as your actions suggest, then why step out?" he asks, turning back to her with a smile.
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Post by purplesocks on Mar 25, 2010 18:57:47 GMT -5
Brookheld up the cigarette with a smirk. "Smoking ban" she said simply. "And what poets entertain a man of archaic speech? I would assume the older variety. Blake? Wordsworth? Or are you a fan of American poets Mr. Eru?" she asked simply walking over to the railing of the balcony.
"So if you're always on your guard" she took a drag of her cigarette pausing to gaze at him. "Then when do you relax? You can't live your life completely on your guard. When do you have time to enjoy yourself?" she asked. She was a hypocrite in this statement considering she never relaxed and here she was trying to awkwardly do it.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2010 21:44:07 GMT -5
He smiles. "A man in my position can't ever truly relax. Not that I'm much of a man..." he ends in a murmur, taking another drag. "Dropping ones guard in my world can mean your death. Thus, always prepared and always ready." he says softly, shaking his head. He hated his world, preffering the world of humans. Fighting every day for over ten thousand years for his very own life, and the life of others really took it's toll on a demon like him. Not that there were many, if others even existed.
"As for what type of poets that interest me, I love all poetry, all literature really. I just enjoy reading, learning and so on. I am one of eclectic tastes." he ends with a chuckle, trying to lighten his mood. He could never truly relax, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. "I am a fan of classic philosophy as well. Again, I'll read anything, I read for readings sake. I may never relax, but I do enjoy myself." he says as he smiles at her.
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Post by purplesocks on Mar 25, 2010 22:40:24 GMT -5
"A man of your position?" she raised the question staring at him with a quizzical look. "What's a man of your position do exactly?" she continued getting up closer to his face. "Besides philosophize and read poetry in a bar while downing.." she cut herself off looking at the glass in his hand. "Vodka?" she spoke more rhetorically than as an actual question. "Huh, pegged you for a rum man" she looked at him.
He was an interesting looking man to say the least. She couldn't help but be curious about him. He was obvious trouble, she'd met enough men in this world to know which ones were bad and which were good, but he had a tired look about him. Like all he wanted was someone to look at him like he wasn't what he was. Brook laid her head on her hands on the rail setting her beer next to her. "I'm sorry that you have to drown your sorrows" she spoke bluntly. "But I get it so cheers" she held up her beer, "to the odd and unavoidable reasons why we drown our sorrows."
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2010 23:34:21 GMT -5
He shrugs. "I do whatever I'm contracted for." he says with a sigh. "Humans, always so filled with greed and avarice. They only want money, power or fame. It gets quite old running the same old errands." he grumbles, taking another drag on his smoke. He scowls, "I hate the people who summon me. I'm never brought for mere conversation or companionment."
He finishes his smoke, downs his drunk and crushes the glass in his fist. Blood seeped out as his hand regenerated, and he stares at it blankly. "In this life, I've yet to meet anyone different." he murmurs. "I'm not human, so I'm worthless to you people. Just a tool to be summoned, used, tortured, and cast aside." he says quietly. He hated his life, but still tried to live to help people. It always ended in pain and sadness, yet he still tried. If he could better one persons life before his death, he'd count it worth it.
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Post by purplesocks on Mar 26, 2010 10:52:44 GMT -5
Brook's eyes widened slightly as she gazed at his hand. Out of instinct she grabbed it. Maybe it was the alcohol or her inherent nature to help others but she felt concerned for the hopelessness in his eyes. "Jesus don't do that. You scared me" she spoke as she watched the wound heal. She curled his hand in. "Don't be so quick to judge humans" she began turning her gaze to look at the city.
"Humans have the capability to choose how they will live their lives" she began almost whimsically. "Demons and angels are bound by what they are" she continued chancing a look up at him. "Don't judge all humans to be the same because you have yet to meet one that chooses a fate that isn't bound to yours. Greedy and selfish, yes we are, but loving and caring as well, the people you surround yourself with choose to be the way they are, there are plenty others that have chosen differently" she finished thinking lovingly of her adoptive mother and father and all the people that cared for her when she was young and with no one in the world.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 26, 2010 12:43:26 GMT -5
He laughs, "The people I surround myself with? You forget, as a monster bound to the will of others for over ten millenia I have no choice. When summoned, I must answer. Fighting for my life by day, running by night. Each day is the same eternally looped till the summons is made, where mmonotony is broken by dry rhetoric and predictable commands." he responds cynically.
"Though I am demonic in nature, does it make me any less of a person? Say a vampire, lycan, necromancer or angel then. Does what we our define who we are?" he muses, more to himself than anything. He expected no answer from her, nor did he need one. He'd accepted his solitary life, choosing instead to lead life alone, where none could persecute or hurt him.
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Post by purplesocks on Mar 27, 2010 19:01:02 GMT -5
"If you believe you are then you are. That's how it is. You are what you want to be. No one can tell you or make you something your not. I'm sure there is a way you could break contracts. If there is anything that I've learned in my life is that there are loopholes to everything. Hell look at the government." She smiled at his cynicism. It's what she did. Smile in the face of sadness. That is how she survived. She looked down to the street puzzling over something and just below her breath she finally spoke.
"Happiness is only real when shared." When she said this she knew he could hear it and she knew he would look at it in a pessimistic way. "Someone can tell you something a million and a half times. Over and over they can encourage you to get to the next day and we need that in this world" she paused looking up at him. "One day you'll wake up and it's like a curtain was lifted from your eyes and everything just makes sense. All the things people told you finally seem applicable and the truth. My mom use to say that everyone has their own bucket of shit and you have to fill that bucket with more and more shit until finally it tips over because then your bucket is empty and its pure. Its really you and that's when the good happens. Maybe you just have a vat of shit?"
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Post by Arioch on Mar 27, 2010 21:01:08 GMT -5
"Thank you for that beautifully optimistic speech and analogy." he remarks dryly, before shaking his head. "As far as contracts go, I honor mine, regardless. I'm unlike most of my kind. I seek knowledge, friendship, and more than a little fun on the way." he states with a chuckle.
"I may be a demon, doesn't mean I'm a bad person." he says with a smile, before blinking twice and frowning. "Does get me a lot of persecution though, considering I'm not violent like the rest of my kind. I hate fighting. Stupid and pointless I think." he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "So what about you? I've droned on enough of myself, unusual in and of itself. Why don't you give me some insight into yourself." he queries, smiling brightly at her.
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