Cag grabbed the pocket knife and wiped it on his sleeve to remove the majority of the blood, then struggled to his feet and kicked the bullet away down a storm drain. He limped to Dev and extended his hand, offering him the blade in his open palm. He gave no look of the immense amounts of pain that had to be surging through his body at the moment, instead casting his eyes around the ally. He whispered softly shaking his head to the boy.
"No, my military career is not jeopardized. The swat team will in fact be reprimanded for attacking me, a senior officer and long standing member. It will be said that you where in my custody, and thus should not have been even approached. They do not know that I was not going to bring you in." He paused contemplating what the boy had said, running a finger along his arm slowly as he thought.
"Perhaps it is not the military who actually wants you, Dev. Is there somebody else, anybody, who would want you captured? Preferably in one piece and alive?" He looked into the Dev's eyes, expecting the truth from the young shape shifter, and his face spoke it. Not hard and callous, but firm right now showing the older shape shifter meant business still even after his display from earlier.
Post by Devereaux Rise on Sept 9, 2011 19:01:04 GMT -5
At the older shifter’s words, Devereaux’s half grin faltered. Instinct told him to create a plausible story but the stern gaze in Cag’s gold eyes looked as if they could detected the slightest hint of a lie. The boy flicked his gaze away, studying the crisscross pattern making up the bottom of his tattered shoe. “Heh, wow. You must be a really involved with the military then, hmm?” He stalled. The man’s serious disposition didn’t change.
“It was a long time ago. I was stupid and careless so I was caught by some group from the U.K. They locked me up in cages with the emblem of a crow stamped on everything. And that’s pretty much it.” Dev replied with a sigh, leaning back and glancing up towards the sky. The air was crisp and cold while the sky above was an elaborate mixture of azure shades and black. It was the silent hour before sunrise. Sighing, Dev sat up, pulled down his jacket and tugged at his shirt to reveal the barcode like marking on his shoulder.
“I don’t know the name of the group, but they tag those they catch with these.” He added reluctantly. Then, he quickly rearranged his clothes to hide the tattoo. “Does any of this ring a bell?” The younger shape shifter tilted his head to one side and fixed the dog collar back around his neck.
The male would nod as the boy spoke, and looked up the mark with interest. He sighed and and shook his head slowly. He remembered reading about a group in the U.K. who had been going around, gathering up supers and marking them and running experiments upon them. He had never heard about them losing one however. A good cover was obviously in place to quell any rumors of that.
"I have heard of something like that Dev. Though only in passing from my military training. It seemed they where collecting supers and experimenting upon them. From what I heard, you got of luckily with just that extra ink upon you and a mild pain. Others got extra limbs, eyes, and even complete heads implanted upon them. Some where even worse." He grimace, shaking his head and sighing.
Turning and walking towards the street again, his stride was still limpy, but not as bad as it had been. He sighed and shook his head, peeking out. Seeing no police cruisers or other swat teams, he stepped out and began to head down the street, moving with purpose. He was hungry now. Plain and simple. And he was going to get food. Steak to be exact. A big, juicy, bloody steak....
Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Sept 14, 2011 12:24:32 GMT -5
Two months. Two bloody months she had been looking for his shapeshifting Ass. Two months that brought her here. She had finally found him. Pale green eyes focused on Cag as he stepped out of the ally. Was he limping? Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. He must be getting old. Pushing off of the brick wall she leaned against, she made her way silently across the road and down the sidewalk towards him. She knew he wouldn't spot her, she knew that look in his eyes all to well. Hunger. His mind was now focused on one thing and one thing only. "Steak" The word dropped past her full lips as she approached him, the click of her knee high black heeled boots against the sidewalk would alert him of her presence. Well at least if that didn't, the sounded crack of a nine foot leather whip in his ears would have caught his attention. Her movement was quick, unseen unless someone was looking for it. The small flick of her left wrist, that sent a wave rolling through the whip, til it reached the end just outside of Cag's right ear, the snap resulting from the tip snapping onto itself. She would never hurt Cag, intentionally, she had merely done it to get his attention. She stood there, her long black tendrils pulled up away from her face with a clip, loose strands hanging down here and there. The white shirt dress she wore, snaked down her body like a fitted glove, ending several inches above her knees, only to give way to black leather pants. A black leather jacket covered her bare arms as the whip snapped back, wrapping itself comfortably around her torso, like a black snake poised for attack. She pouted slightly once she had his attention and stalked towards him, her walk like a tiger hunting its prey, graceful, but deadly. When she approached him she walked in front of him running her finger across his chest and tsking at him disapprovingly. "Is that a limp I see? Dear Caggy, not getting old are we?" She asked before her attention was drawn behind him. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the kid behind him. "Leaving them alive are we?" She looked at Cag before back to the boy. "I leave you to your own devices for twenty years, and what? You go soft on me?" She smiled devilishly and shook her head. "And here I thought I could depend on you to help me raise a little hell." She teased before hugging him with a laugh. "Dear friend it has been too long."
Post by Devereaux Rise on Sept 14, 2011 18:23:33 GMT -5
Devereaux listened to Cag, half focusing on his words. He remembered seeing the other creatures down in that old hell hole. was indeed lucky. The boy was about to speak when he heard the slightest sound of heels on concrete and the crack of a whip, the sudden noise making him jump. Then, a curved figure stepped into view.
Dev watched as the woman stalked up to Cag with a stride that seemed to whisper “predator.” The boy had to admit that she was attractive, scary, but attractive. He almost smirked as she teased the other shifter, feeling like he’d plunged into a James Bond movie. Mysterious new ally, a seductive but deadly woman, secret organizations… At the same time, the young shifter got the feeling that Cag wouldn’t be helping him out anymore. The woman turned slightly, glancing at Devereaux, a uninterested look in her eyes. Obviously, she saw him as a minor detail. She must have something to do with Cag. The boy thought. Deciding to hit the road before anymore surprises materialize, Dev got to his feet.
"Well, I assume that you've got you hands full now, so, it was nice meeting you, Cag. You too random-lady-with-whip. It's all been very weird and exciting, but I should probably get going before another S.W.A.T. team or something else appears out of nowhere. You two have fun ' raising hell.'" The younger shape shifter announced, secretly reluctant to go. He still had a lot to say and even more to ask about this world he stumbled into, but he felt as if he was getting in the way of something. . .
Being caught completely by surprise, as the soft swishing of something long moved towards him, Ca'guuror was already spinning away to the left when the whip cracked where his right ear had been. The spoke word, the clacking heels where all give aways. Kishin was already raised in mid spin, hacking through the air before coming to a jarring stop as his eyes befell upon the woman he though was attacking him. His solid gold eyes shot open, awe filling his gaze as the sword dropped to his side, and his lips moved softly.
"Zel?...is that really you?"
His jaw just about hit the floor as he looked her up and down, obviously goggling her. He quickly snapped his mouth shut and looked into her eyes. "What the hell where you thinking? I could have killed you!" He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.
"And where the hell have you been? Getting old my ass. Lets see you take down an entire SWAT team armed to their teeth. And the bastard only got a lucky shot off." He disengaged his arms from around her, as she spoke about the boy behind them.
"Easy Zelly. His name is Devereaux, and he is one of us. A shifter. The SWAT team seemed to want him for some, and I was not about to throw one of our own in to the meat grinder for nothing." As the boy moved as if he was going to wander off, Cag's wrist shot out, flinging the blade in his hand out and piercing through the shirt on the boy's side before digging into the wall behind him, effectively pinning him. Turning slowly, Cag frowned.
"Excuse me? Did I say you could leave? I still have questions for you young man. Now, as I am STILL very hungry after all that excessive working out, I still want my steak. You...." He pointed at the boy pinioned to the wall, "are coming with me and going to explain everything you know about these people. I don't like them, I don't like what they are doing. And as a military rogue under my own jurisdiction, I am deeming them a primary target."
Turning to look at Zel, he winked. "Wanna come along? We can "raise some hell" together for old time's sake after all." He chuckled. Walking to the wall, he jerked his sword from it's six inch hole it had created, and slipped it into his back sheath. Nodding at Dev, he motioned for Zel to come along as well. "I will pay, if that will help make your mind up...."
Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Sept 15, 2011 11:30:47 GMT -5
Her hands went to her hips as he oogled her. She grinned and shook her head. "Cag, my you haven't changed." She said with a laugh. "I remember a day when you could take out two full SWAT teams, armed to the tenth with weapons, with your eyes closed....oh wait...you had my help, I knew you needed me." She laughed as he spoke of the boy being one of them. She looked, intrigued. She moved around Cag looking the boy up and down. "One of us huh?" She didn't even flinch when Cag threw the blade, like flying swords were an everyday thing for her. She scowled though as he pinned the boy to the wall. She walked to the boy looking him up and down. She pointed to the sword looking back at Cag. "You missed." She said just as Cag started to scold the shifter. Zel's expression turned to bored as Cag released the man-boy from the pin. "Does he not know how to fight properly?" She inquired scanning Devereaux up and down, she let her eyes linger on him, before shaking her head slightly and looking to Cag. She walked past Cag and out of the alley. "I am gonna hold you to raising some hell, and lucky for man child here, its been a while since I've been in a good fight, I'll stick around." She looked back at them smiling sweetly. "But your steak will have to wait until you try some wings from the my favorite Bar. Follow me boys." She sing songed the last part before walking down the street. This was bound to be a bad idea. She opened the door to a hole in the wall place, but it was filled with people. The scent of food and beer filled the air and wafted out the door as she weaved through other patrons to a table in the back. She picked up an old drunkard, literally and chucked him into a different table with a loud clatter. The noise level in the bar didn't change like women throwing men around was a normal thing. She kicked her chair from the table spun it around and sat in it backwards facing the table. When a waitress appeared and decided to make eyes at Cag, Zel flung a fork at the woman, the fork sticking into the wooden tray she held onto. A deep growl rumbled in her chest, a warning before the now nervous waitress took everyone's order, including Zel's atomic Wings and Cag's giant bloody steak, and a pitcher of beer, plus what ever Devereaux ordered. The equation was simple: (Zel+Cag)+(Alcohol+Food)= Grade A Disaster
Post by Devereaux Rise on Sept 15, 2011 23:13:26 GMT -5
The sword that Dev had been admiring earlier suddenly shot out and pinned the boy to wall without warning. For a moment he was alarmed, but then his surprised dissipated into as Cag began scolding him like a child. The tone in the man’s voice sounded different now, no doubt having something to do with the new shape shifter’s being there. The woman, who apparently had been affectionately nick-named Zel, inspected Dev thoroughly. Ignoring her obvious taunt, her vertical stare put the younger shifter on edge, as again he didn’t like being seen as himself. When Cag finally released him, Dev put on a face of discontent. “Well. If it has to be stay or die then I guess I don’t have much of a choice.” Devereaux retorted as he examined the large hole carved into his shirt. As ‘Zel’ strode out of the alleyway, beckoning the others to follow her, Dev’s annoyance rose a bit more. “Man-child’ wasn’t the worst derogatory name he’d ever been called, but it definitely wasn’t the best either. Frowning and again tugging at the collar around his neck, the boy trailed a little ways behind.
Upon entering the bar, Dev’s unease seemed to ebb a little. It was nothing fancy, but was very full, smelling and feeling just like any other bar. The boy lingered by the door before stepping inside, quickly and automatically noting how many exits there were and which persona he would take should something go wrong. A Devereaux eased his way after Cag and his girlfriend, deciding that he was no longer sorry about the S.W.A.T. team incident.
Devereaux pulled his chair from the table, still stifling a chuckle as the female shape shifter heaved a man away from his table and into another just a second before. He hid his exhaustion and reclined far back into his chair, rocking from its front legs to back legs. Laughter sparked in Dev’s silver eyes as their waitress got silverware thrown at her. When the now nervous woman turned to Dev for his order, the ends of his mouth turned up in a playful smile. “She’s a bitch isn’t she?” He said with a laugh before ordering a glass of milk and a chocolate chip cookie. Normal food was easy to come by; junk on the other hand was a luxury all on its own. For a moment, the young shifter wondered how safe it was to be around a pair of soon-to-be-drunk super-humans that seemed to have popped out of a comic book. But then again, Dev decided he’s been through riskier adventures.
When their food -or dessert- arrived, Devereaux began to systematically break his cookie in half, one side to be eaten dry, the other to be drowned in the glass until the milk changed colour. A hint of a smile crossed his face. This was the way Michael, his brother, used to always eat cookies. Mic explained himself by saying “That way I’ll be able to know what this cookie tastes like with and without milk.” In a matter-of-fact tone, of course. Out sheer nostalgia, Dev flexed the color of his eyes to a slightly more blueish tone, mimicking that of one of his first and favorite stolen images.
Cag grimaced as she lead them into a bar. Damn it, not again. He set it firmly in his mind, no alcohol. He remembered the last time he had been in a bar with Zel, and when they both had drank. He also remembered a lot of broken furniture, flying fists, and a knife in his arm which he had laughed off. That was not something he was wanting to happen again. At least not right now. He shook his head as Zel literally threw a man out of the seat she wanted. Good old Zel, ever so polite when it came to what she wanted.
When his steak arrived, he picked up a knife and fork and began to eat with gusto. It was exactly as he liked it. Hot on the outside and marked, but just barely cold in the center. Delicious. About half way through it he slowed down finally and looked up at Dev. The boy had said something that had finally registered in his mind and he laughed. Setting his fork down, Cag reached out to tossel's Dev's hair.
"Don't be so hard on her bud. She is very free spirited, and has a been of a possessive streak to her." He smiled and winked, then his smiled faltered as he saw the hole his own blade had created. "Yea, sorry about that. I will buy you a new shirt, ok? However, it was for a good reason....." Cag pushed his last third of a steak to the side, and leaned across the table so both could hear him,but any eavesdroppers would have a hell of time doing it over the commotion around them.
"Alright Zel, I didn't say it back there. To many ears to hear. I had a hard time of the SWAT team because I am still learning. You see, I was stripped of most of my powers. All I got left is this." He reached his hand out, and shape shifted before them into a panther's paw again then back. "Just minor shifting. I gave it up to join a group that would help me, well lets say have a fighting chance against some people. But I am beginning to question their motives. We will see I guess." Turning to Dev more, he looked into the other man's eyes.
"Alright Dev. What can you tell me about this place? The place you where taken and locked up? We are going to bust in and raise some hell there now. I don't like what is going on there one bit. It makes me sick. With your talent at sneaking around, my fighting skills, and Zel's...well...um...Zel's Zelliness we can definitely kick some butt and make them regret ever opening that place up. What is better, I can make it even legal for us to do this. Lets just say I am currently employed by a man who would not want supernaturals to get out to the general public just yet. And definitely not by his own doing. After that, and several other minor goals and stuff, he leaves me up to my own devices to do as I see fit. So, does this sound good to you? Payback, vengeance for what they did to you?" As Cag spoke, he extended his hand towards Dev, elbow upon the table, hand extended and fingers together apart from his thumb, in an offer to shake the boys hand in an extremely manly style, much different from the boyish way Cag had been treating him. He stared into the boy's eyes, slightly changed from what they had been before, a grin upon his lips.
Post by Devereaux Rise on Sept 16, 2011 23:24:35 GMT -5
The younger shape shifter looked up from his cookie and waved Cag off. “Don’t worry about the shirt. I’ve had worse.” He shrugged. As their conversation continued, the man out stretched his hand toward Dev with a smile, coaxing the boy to talk. After swirling the milk around in his glass, he finally shook the man’s hand.
“First off, we haven’t been properly introduced, you and I.” Devereaux pointed out, gesturing to the woman at the table. “I’m Devereaux Rise, and if you don’t like men-children, I’d be happy to be someone else. As for you, I’m pretty sure ‘Zel’ is a nick name, amiright?” After the other shapeshifter replied, Devereaux decided that he could hesitantly start his description on the tight subject of his former captors.
“About the payback and vengeance on the people who held me within a windowless broom closet,” The boy continued, blinking the color from his eyes and brushing the cookie crumbs from his lap. “Their organization in split into different branches, now this was when I was eight, so cut me some slack. I don’t know how many branches there were but I assume that I was shipped off to the research facility, which is in Germany. The headquarters is somewhere in the UK…” Devereaux explained almost everything he knew about the people who abducted him. He covered the topics involving how lowly funded the Research Branch was, generally how much people where staffed there, his espionage missions, and who was most armed.
“Oh, and Cag, you mentioned something about jacked up experiments and such. Yeah, they had those too. It was like a science fiction movie. Honestly, I never saw any of these things while they were alive, but I think that was because they were kept in different places, maybe a Science or Experiment Branch. The staff there performed autopsies on the bodies, trying to figure out what worked and what didn’t.” The boy followed with this, describing some of the other humanoid creatures and such. At one point he got to the artificial angel experiment, where scientist tried to genetically create angels. That experiment failed greatly, resulting in emancipated humans with scraggly, dysfunctional wings.
However, despite every bit of information that Dev did surrender, there was one thing that he could not bring himself up to mention. Part of him didn’t want to attack anyone, not because he was afraid of going back, but because he was worried about someone. Someone he had tried to convince himself he’d never meet again. She liked to call herself V, after the Roman numeral tattooed to her shoulder. V had been one of the unlucky ones, an experiment. One that had failed. When her image surfaced in Devereaux’s mind, he forced himself to brush it away. He didn’t know if she was still alive or not, but he didn’t want to know. Even though he promised not to leave her behind, he had done so anyway. The life support in the Research Branch was the only thing keeping her alive, the only thing that could keep her alive. If ‘hell was raised’ there, then would Hell spare her life?
Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Sept 18, 2011 9:57:54 GMT -5
She raised a brow as Cag denied alcohol, before narrowing her eyes. She hummed innocently as they spoke listening to them as her hands fidgeted with something. Her fingers twisted and pulled with quick haste, as she worked at something. A twinkle in her eyes as the food was placed infront of them. She coughed, covering her mouth, before watching Cag. Alright, she was up to something. And before either of them could get a word out about it a straw was brought swiftly to her mouth, as she blew, launching the wad of napkin she had put in her mouth when she coughed at Cag, her aim precise as the loud wet splat echo'd when it hit Cag square on the forehead. She burst out laughing and chucked the straw at him, before grabbing a boneless wing and tossing it in her mouth, chewing with a smile on her face. She swallowed and took a large swig of her beer, before letting off a massive beach which rocked her back in her chair. "Why so serious?" She jokered leaning forward. She leaned back once more popping another wing in her mouth. "Revenge for Harry Potter. Sounds fun, you both however need to relax. There are no officers here..." she paused and pointed to a large bald man, who looked more like a biker then a cop. "Except for him, but he won't cause us any trouble." She said drinking more of her beer, finishing off the glass. "An unrelaxed fighter makes mistakes. Eat and relax, we shall start in the morn." She leaned back, before suddenly standing up and pushing her chair against the wall with her foot. She moved to the bar and ordered three shots, before bringing them back, the orange liquid sloshing about. She placed one before each before motioning. "Drink it, or I will pour it down your throat." She looked right at Cag, who damn well knew she would.
Post by Devereaux Rise on Sept 19, 2011 19:28:51 GMT -5
It took a moment for Dev to registered what had happened. Finally, it connected with him that the female had just launched a spit ball at Cag. On normal circumstance, the boy would have burst out laughing, but, being hampered down by memories his misadventures in the Research facility, Devereaux could hardly find the humor to chuckle. He barely looked up when she burped atrociously loud. Rolling his eyes, the young shape shifter took a stick of charcoal from his pocket and scratched something down onto his napkin. Ignoring her jokes, Dev rested his cheek in his palm and continued to scribble on his napkin.
When Zel stood and disappeared for a moment, the boy flicked his gaze toward Cag. “Do we really need to bring her? She’s more immature than I am. I think we could do with her ‘Zeliness.” The younger shape shifted sighed in the classic apathetic tone of a teenager.
Then Whip-woman returned, this time with a few shots. Dev glanced as his, dismissal in his eyes. He never really liked alcohol, and it wasn’t because he was trying to be a good boy or that he was underage. Partly, it was due to the taste and partly, it was due to the fact that alcohol didn’t agree with his shape shifting, especially when he tried to shift into someone specific, like Henry or April.
“Since Zel seems to be so set on you getting hammered, you can have my shot, Cag.” Devereaux said with mock politeness as he slid the small glass across the table with the back of his wrist.
Watching Zel eat, his eyes followed those lips of her slowly as they moved before shaking his head and laughing at her words. "Cops? You really think I am scared of them? I have power Zel, something that no amount of strength can buy." He was simply stating something, not bragging. Zelly would know that. She had seen him brag, though it wasn't usually bragging, but the truth. Anyways, he was relaxed. He just didn't want others around hearing what he had to say about his personal going ons.
As she walked of, he couldn't help himself. He looked, watching her hips move and grinned. He wasn't the only one who look though, almost every man in the bar did. Zelozelos was just beautiful, plain and simple. She was badass and beautiful as hell, and any man would want her. However, as she left and Dev spoke he sighed.
"Zelozelos is definitely something else Dev. She and I go way back. Lets just say her immature level is high as a way to blow of steam. When it comes to being their for you, loyal even more then a dog and willing to die for a friend, I would have nobody else. I would place my life in her hands long before anybody else on or even not from this planet."
As she returned, shots of liquor in her hands, he sighed and let his head flop against the table. He glanced up at Zel, his eyes lingering upon her lips again. Shaking his head, he sat up and threw one shot back and then the next in lest then two seconds. "There Zel. Are you happy?" He smiled, shaking his head. He was relaxed, even with out the drinks. He just remembered one time what had happened when he and Zel had gotten to drunk.....
Anyways, this was now. "Perhaps we should go to bed. Then we can get up even earlier to start on this little quest of ours. Where should we sleep?" The male didn't have much of a preference. He could collapse upon the floor here, and still get a good nights rest. But he highly doubted Dev or Zel could do that.
Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Sept 21, 2011 11:23:04 GMT -5
She glanced at Dev as he spoke and gave Cag his shot. Her look was that of pure annoyance, as she contemplated solving his and the SWAT teams problem and killing him right then and there. She heaved a sigh and shoved the thought away reluctantly. She looked at Cag as he downed both shots, indifference sliding over the annoyance before it was quickly replaced with a bright smile. As Cag spoke of a place to crash Zel spoke. "Well, we know pretty boy's hideout has been compromised, and you would sleep in the middle of the sidewalk if you had too, which I recall you have....So I guess that means my place." She spoke gesturing to Dev then to Cag. She grinned as she spoke of sleeping on the sidewalk, which she had been guilty of as well, that was the night she discovered trashcans...made horrible umbrellas, so she had literally climbed into Cag's jacket...While he was still wearing it. Not only did she stay dry, but warm as well. She moved away from the table once more tracking down their waitress, she paid for the food and drinks, knowing Cag would protest greatly about Zel paying it, if the waitress had brought the bill to the table. She walked back, before a cat call reached her ears, causing her to freeze in her steps. She narrowed her eyes, before spinning on her heels. She plastered a bright bubbly smile on her face moving towards the caller. She approached the caller, who could only be described as a local college student, out with his frat boys for a good time. She approached the table as possible scenarios ran through her mind. She could threaten him, beat him, torture him, or even just out right kill him. Instead she decided humiliation was the best route. She placed the palms of both her hands against the table leaning across it and speaking softly to the college boy. He looked over her shoulder towards Cag and Dev, his eyes widening it fright before he shook his head ferociously. She spoke once more,before standing up straight and walking back towards Cag, a grin tugging at her lips, before riotous laughter from the caller's groups filled the air. She stopped and looked at Cag. "If you say one thing about me paying I will be the crap out of you right here and now." She said to Cag, before smiling devilishly. She remembered most of their skirmishes, and how a few of them ended, her eyes twinkled a bit before she looked at Dev. She bit back a laugh, and turned waiting for them before leading the way. As she walked she was alert, but for the most part she kept up appearances. She acted buddy buddy with Dev, but something was tugging at the back of her mind. She hauled off and playfully punched Cag, laughing as she skipped ahead of them a bit turning to look at them, her gaze moved past them as she kept the smile on her face, before narrowing. She got that look, one look Cag would recognize instantly. She was on the hunt. Her eyes darted to Cag, before she laughed again and moved towards Dev, wrapping both hands in the front of his shirt, moving him physically to the wall and pressing him against it. She pressed her body against his, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Quit sulking. We are being followed, when I let you go, play along. I'm staying in an apartment at 232 Oak ave. About two blocks away. Don't be a hero, I want you to run there, don't stop for anything. 12B. You need to live if you want to get your revenge." Her hands slid down his chest and around as she slid the key into his pocket discreetly. "12 B. We'll meet you there." She said before pushing back a smile on her face like she had just whispered sweet nothing to her lover. She motioned with her head for him to run as her fingers snaked down around the handle of the whip, her arm lashing out and yanking the whip from its resting place, flowing through the air like a flying snake, before slicing through it the leather whistling as it flew past Cag, wrapping around the neck of a man who was attempting to sneak behind them. The muscles of her upper arm tightened as she yanked the whip, dragging the man out from behind Cag to the ground. She sprung into action. Soon another man appeared from an alley, followed by several more. Cursing for having miscalculated she jumped forward, unlocking the whip from its hold on the man's neck, and slamming into Cag full force, she knew he could handle it. It wasn't the first time they had fought together. She reached into his jacket where she knew a blade was hidden looking Cag in the eyes as she yanked it out, flicked her fingers, the blade flipping into her hand, so she held the tip, before she spun pulling the blade by her ear to fling it in the direction of the second man, her aim deadly as it hit him in the forehead. Her heels clicked as she launched herself into action, jumping forward, as her body rippled with a familiar feel to her.
Most shifters preferred shifting human looks. Zel preferred Animals. Her favorite. A black panther. It was what she shifted to now. Her clothing shredded, as her form was replaced. A deep territorial growl rumbled in her chest as the sleek black cat stalked through the night. She knew Cag could more then handle the Two that had appeared behind him, as she went to dispose of the last one lurking in the alley. She made quick work of him, his screams echo'ing into the deserted night air, before they died into a gurgle of blood as she clamped onto his throat and tore it out with one swift rip.
She appeared out of the alley, once Cag had finished, still in cat form. She stalked to him before pressing her body into the back of his legs to push him forward. She padded down the street, her sleek black fur gleaming under the street lights. As she approached the building, she rounded the corner of it and sat on her haunches, looking from the fire escape and back to Cag. Once he pulled it down, a cat leap got her up it, before climbing two more flights to the third floor. She pushed open an unlocked window before climbing in, and shifting, unshy of Cag and pushed the balcony window open for him to enter. The dark bedroom loomed before her as she turned and walked naked to her closet. Flinging it open she grabbed out a pair of faded blue jeans, sliding them on, before grabbing out a grey tank top putting it on as well. She ran her fingers through her now loose black locks, knocking the tangles out, her hair resting about her shoulders in messy layers. She stretched before moving past Cag, shutting the window, and closing the smaller window her panther form had come through. She paused, and looked at Cag like she was going to say something, before closing her mouth and grinning walking to her bedroom door and opening it, looking back over her shoulder to him. She knew he wouldn't have been in shock from the sight of her naked, he had seen her like that before. Her expression softened for a minute before she nodded and stepped out of her room, bouncing happily into her conjoined kitchen and livingroom, smiling brightly as she bounced on her toes looking for Dev. Nothing like a fight, however easy, and a good shift to get her excited.
Post by Devereaux Rise on Sept 21, 2011 22:38:37 GMT -5
It wasn’t long before Dev noticed something had shifted in the atmosphere. He was about to switch his mood from brooding adolescent to something more alert when he’d found him self pinned up against a wall for the second time. Only this time, it wasn’t a sword holding him there.
The boy’s teenage heart skipped a beat as Zel hissed into his ear, her body pressed against his own. While receiving his instructions, Dev mentally screamed curses at himself, checking his notes mostly on how much he hated Zel, how close she and Cag were, and finally, the fact that he loved his own personas and various guitars more than anything else. Not that he loved anything about the female shape shifter. That’s right. He hated her. Though he couldn’t stop the pounding in his head as she slid her hands down his chest and dropped a key into his pocket. For a moment, he thanked God that he could wear different personalities and emotions over his own as he would not give Zel the satisfaction of seeing him flounder.
Released from Zel, Devereuax decided to follow her instructions and began to sprint in the direction of Oak Avenue. He kept going for a little before slowing down to a light jog, then to a casual stride. The boy was sure he wasn’t being followed. Only now had he had time to feel jealous for not being let in what ever fight was coming up next. Scrapping his old shoes against the ground, he figured that he’d only get in the way. Stopping in the empty street under the yellow glow of a lone street lamp, Dev tugged his napkin folded from his pocket; the one he’d slipped from the table upon leaving. Unfolding the rough paper, he glanced at his small charcoal drawing. With a sigh, he shoved his hands into his jean pockets, the napkin with them, and continued to walk.
As he went, he remembered what the woman had said. “…if you want to get your revenge.”{/i] He shook his head, tempted to turn around and leave town. Maybe it wasn’t necessary to take vengeance on anything. Was it worth the risk of getting himself, or others, captured? Cag and Zel probably had better things to do. Preferably on their own. Fingering the key in his pocket, Dev came to the conclusion that it was at least worth seeing what the lady’s house looked like.
No one was home. Closing the door behind him, Dev walked in, flicking on the lights and looking around, sedating his curiosity for a little. When his mini-venture was complete, the young shape shifter thought about leaving the key behind and disappearing. The more he thought about it, the less he wanted revenge on anyone. What would happen to V? Running his fingers through his hair, Dev whisked the thought away. Giving up now would be a pitiful choice.
He dropped himself into a chair and decided he’d do a little shifting to pass the time. He switched from his brother, to a random, then back to himself for a little warm up. Removing his collar, he shifted into his favorite form, that of Henry Snatch. Pulling a flattened hat, one that looked like it belonged more in the early 1900’s, out from under his jacket, he popped the top out and placed on his head, tilting it a little to the right at a jaunty angle. It was always easier to do things as Henry. Had he’d gone out a played the guitar in this disguise before; the night’s chain of events would have been completely different. Then he straightened his posture, and waited patiently, as any gentleman would do.
