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Post by pepsi on Mar 26, 2023 13:59:47 GMT
-- ABADDON #1 Club Avenue discoclub, Seoul. Alexander looked through the middle of the Samkhar Ring against the red-purple light in the room. Such a worthless piece of metal, but it was worth a pretty penny. Alexander found it on his last trip aboard a Charon Skiff; he was hired to help retrieve some "buried treasure" in Pandaemonium which turned out to contain quite a few interesting artifacts. He accepted a portion of the treasure as payment, with the hope to be able to sell some of the most valuable stuff to interested Devil Hunters. It's what the Velvet Underground was made for, he believed. The music from the dance floor reached all the way up to the private room he had rented for the occasion; after a few weeks of silence he had finally found a good buyer on the Underground, set up a meeting with them - or whoever they wished to send in their place - to discuss the price in an isolated environment. Perhaps a bit cliché, but a private room in one of his favourite nightclubs seemed like just the right call. Perfect control of the flux of people who could enter or leave at multiple stages before getting to the room was the best perk; plus, by then he was basically a regular and security knew him very well. Besides, he loved being dramatic: if there's one thing he absolutely wanted the world of Devil Hunting to know him for, was style. De-stressing was just as much part of his job as slaying demons. And so he decided to take a breath of fresh air, to ease the wait; he reached into his jacket's pocket and pulled out an e-cig. Nothing like some of that daily poison. Vape in his mouth, he walked through the back door, and found himself in a dimly lit alleyway in the backside of disco club. He took one good draw of his electronic cigarette, and breathed white smoke out into the chilly air of the night. -- NAME // ALEXANDER -- RANK // D -- TECHS USED // None.
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Post by skeletonscannotcry on Mar 26, 2023 17:22:50 GMT
The heavy beat of steady sound, piercing through a quiet night has always been unfamiliar for the farm boy. He's learned to grow accustomed to the stars shining bright, on a night so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Yet, the stars in the night sky are drowned out by the cities' lights, and the noise of silence is broken by the loud techno of the disco club. Anahis is still not accustomed to such, so when the relic locating device, sitting comfortably in his hand, pointed towards Club Avenue Disco Club, he knew it was going to get noisy.
Anahis was curious. He knew demons could shapeshift, but could they shapeshift so well into an indistinguishable humanoid form? He didn't know demons liked to party this much either. "Looks like it's gon' be a loud night." Anahis spoke to himself. Thankfully, as the red-haired man he spots exits into the alleyway, so did the relic compass pointing towards Alexander. "Oh thank whatever god is up there." So, Anahis followed silently behind, Harvest's hands gripped whilst it sits comfortably in a holster on his back.
Once he followed to where the "demon" rests, Anahis leapt down from a balcony he had previously, yet silently leapt up to, landing in front of the man. "Well, let's see here. Relic locator's pointin' towards you, sure don't look human..." Anahis waved away the smoke from the vape. "Sure as hell smoke like one. Wonder if you lot've got lungs. Anywho, got bills t'pay." Anahis began unholstering the scythe, which extended into a much larger one, of which he held in front of himself. He didn't see it fit to reason with a demon, unknowing of the more reasonable ones, much less that this one may not be a demon at all.
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Post by pepsi on Apr 5, 2023 19:17:26 GMT
-- ABADDON #1 "... sure don't look human... Sure as hell smoke like one." An unfamiliar voice put Alexander on high alert. He immediately looked up to see a man walk in his direction, with clearly hostile intentions given the oversized sickle on full display. He dragged another breath of his vape. Did this person know about his mixed heritage? How was that even possible? Was this person a Devil Hunter, coming to claim a bounty from the Velvet Underground? Alexander scoffed. "Hah," he voiced, "and who the hell are you supposed to be? If you're looking for a demon, you've come to the wrong place." The smoke blowing out of his mouth with every word almost obscured his entire face - but beyond the smoke curtain, one could see a faint glow of red light in place of Alexander's right eye. "But if you're looking for trouble, you're going to find it."A thought ran through his head. It was so obvious, and like an idiot he exposed himself at the worst possible moment. What if the buyer had decided to send a hitman to collect the Samkhar Ring? He should've just stayed inside. He immediately started to look for an exit to the alleyway, but by and large, the fastest route was simply to enter the same door he exited. Ever since he last traded places with "the Host", he'd lost many of his powers, chained away under unescapable psychological locks. But even at his current power level, he was confident in his ability to fend off an assassination attempt. He simply needed to stay concentrated, and avoid exhausting all of his energy in one go. -- NAME // ALEXANDER -- RANK // D -- TECHS USED // None.
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