A City of Sin (open)

He sat there in the corner of the bar, taking a drink of vodka, as Nevermore sat silently on his shoulder. It was a slow night by any means of the word. He had spent all of his money from his last job on all sorts of gambling, women, and alcohol. "That's the problem with Life in the city of sin," He mumbled to himself "easy to make money, but easy to lose it too." Nevermore gave a almost silent caw in agreement to his owners seemingly wise words. He abruptly stood up, and walk towards the jukebox. He browsed through the selection until he finally found one that caught his eye. He deposited a quarter into the machine. It sparked to life as it began to almost spit out Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire". Something about this song always reminded him of himself. He couldn't quite place it, so it was usually nothing more than more passing thought. He lit himself a cigarette and leaned up against the wall next to the jukebox with his drink in hand.
One of the greatest things about a country bar like this is that the patrons of said bar were not that bright. He could spark a feud between two people using his powers of illusion. This feud usually lead to a bar fight, which was always entertaining , especially between women. Lots of blood in those kinds of fights, though they hard to incite. So instead he decided on a young couple. When the man left his girl to go to the bathroom did he make his move. As the man returned Vagus made it so the young man saw another man making out with his significant other before walking back to his chair. of coarse the man never kissed the others man girl, nor did he even get up, but it started a fight right away Vagus paid for his drink and watched silently in the shadows of the bar as the two men beat each other to a pulp. Even Nevermore seemed to grin at the sight.

[Rae-Star Berii]

A fight broke out and Rae was swept up into it. It wasn’t something she intentionally went looking for, she never looked for trouble but it always seemed to find her. As the fight broke out and as the larger of the two men swung for the other, Rae’s table was knocked over. Drinks went flying, shouts went up and Rae stood from her seat, stepping back calming and watching as the two men went flailing towards the floor.

Humans; she rolled her eyes with the thought. Fighting amongst each other when there were bigger fish to fry in the universe and bigger dangerous than a man who stole your girlfriend. Rae was human of course, she was a hunter, but more recently she had started to consider herself better than the average human. It wasn’t that she was becoming elitist, but she saw the people around her- like the fifth swilling drunks of this bar- and she realised that she was not like them, that they were in deed a different species.

Rae put the toe of her heeled biker boot on the chest of the man who lay on the floor- her hand flashing out and catching the second man by his wrist as he swung a broken bottle towards the other. “Enough.” She said, her voice calm, her accent British. She squeezed the mans wrist; finding a pressure point there and didn’t flinch as the broken bottle dropped to the ground and smashed on the floor.

Both men ogled at the beautifully dangerous woman. Then he laughed at her- Rae smiled, darkly and in a move that only a five-foot, lithe girl could accomplish on a burly drunk man, she danced under his elbow; still holding his wrist and snapped it up against his shoulder blade; the swift of her movement took the larger man to the ground- atop his rival. From his mouth came a squeal of pain, from his partner there came a grunt of disbelief and from the mans wrist came a satisfying snap. “Now. Do you need me to walk you out or do you think you can manage that all by yourself?” She asked, a vision of calm and control.

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Watching a bar fight play out is always interesting, but none so interesting as this. This was something just a bit more the the usual "two men fighting for a girl that was never really up for grabs anyway" kinda fight. Half way into the fight, the two men bumped into a girl who taught them what for and snapped one of their writs and sent him tumbling into the other man. Vagus had never seen a girl like her before. He half contemplated approaching her and asking for her name and number, but she seemed like the kinda girl to put her reproductive hopes in mitosis. Though the vodka spoke to Vagus and made him do something incredibly stupid. He stepped out of the shadows and pulled down his hood reveling his somewhat untidy, ear length, white hair, red eyes, and pale skin. Nevermore chirped quietly in his ear to advise against such things, but would vagus back down from any girl once he took off his hood? Sometimes, but now was not one of those times. He approached slowly and calmly before taking a deep breath "Nice job. I must say you know what your doing when it comes to a bar fight. I don't think I've ever seen moves like that"

[dudedude2211]

A boy who appeared about the age of fourteen leaned against the front of a bar in this city that humans call Los Vegas. He called it gambling and alchohol, although he participated in neither. The last thing the world needs is a drunk daemon, and he was low on US dollars. So instead, he stayed outside of bars, just waiting for a human to do something to him so he could beat the fuck out of them without anyone caring.

Suddenly, he heard commotion from inside the bar, and decided to go see what had caused it. If need be, he could easily kill the human who had done it, but it could be fun to watch. After all, one human's death is another daemon's pleasure. Specifically his pleasure.

He hates humans, and humans hate him. Even with the blue contacts to cover his blackish-red eyes, most humans can still tell there's something off about him. And then they try to do something about it. That just means one less human to bother him. He walked inside, seeing a pink haired girl disable two men just as he walks in. He then notices the pale-skinned red-eyed male with a hood up reveal his face and head.

Getting no positive response from the pink haired girl, he decided to leave the bar with what little dignity he had left. He turned and walked out the door noticing a boy much too young to be at this place. "Hey kid, get out of here. This is a place of sadness and fear. Nothing here for you, not at your age" Vagus tossed him a hundred dollars in 5s and continued to his bike. He hoped on and realized he was broke because he was too nice to children. Though he didn't want them to end up himself. He sped away at just over the speed limit of 75 MPH. Nevermore sat on his shoulder, almost glued to the spot as he zoomed to his hotel across town

As he reached the hotel, Vagus opened the door and almost collapsed on the floor, but didn't because he was once again plagued by the thoughts of a childhood gone wrong. These moments would last for at least through the night and he wouldn't be able to sleep at all as every moment of his youth flashed before his eyes. He decided to take a walk and ended up in a park smoking a cigarette under the single street light. Nevermore watching out him in a nearby tree.

[dudedude2211]

'What...the...fuck...just...happened' the young daemon thought to himself. He picked up the money, and wondered what he would need it for. He can fend for himself, and didn't need help or food from any humans. He decided he would keep it in case he needed it, but he most likely wouldn't. He walked out, still wondering what exactly the fuck had happened, and was about to fly away, when he remembered that there were humans nearby. That made him stop. Humans catching him flying would attract hunters like flys to a corpse, which he definitely didn't need or want happening, or he could end up being that corpse. Not a pleasant thought, but not one that scared him.
He decided to walk away and use that money to stay at a hotel, and went to the cheapest nearby hotel he could find. The lack of comfort wouldn't bother him, as he had slept in worse places.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Days have gone by, Weeks even, since Adam had taken a break from driving. While he may have had stops and 'Vocational Vacations' as he puts it, He was tired. His black truck seemed to almost whine in pain as it pulls up to a cheap looking hotel. He had 'Acquired' the truck up in Montana when he liberated a poor soul from their immortal curse. Through detours, mountains, and deserts this stallion of metal traversed but it was long over due for some R'n'R of it's own.

Adam steps out of the truck with a slight jingle from the silver chain attaching his belt to his wallet. Patting himself down as he pushes on his back just above his ass, almost thrusting the air in front of him to crack his back. After his normal ritual of checking to make sure he had everything on him he needed, Adam locked the truck and started to walk in the hotel with a watchful eye of his surroundings.

Strolling in like he owns the place, Adam starts to act differently than the parking lot. Throwing his arms up he shouts 'HEY!!! Gu-guess whaa? I Won!" Ending the phrase with a cough he pulls out roughly two hundred and thirty three dollars... two hundred and thirty three jean pocket warm, sweaty, and crumpled up dollars. He hands them to the clerk who seems to give him the stink eye. "Can..can I sleep...ugh.. sleep here with thisss?" He trails off as he grabs a handful of the counter mints, punishing his mouth in the process. The clerk nods as he slides him a key and saying the room number aloud. Adam looks around at the few other people in the loby "Ouh.. I-h washun't here... Bihg winnah" he mumbles with the mouth full of partially chewed mints. Placing another fifty bucks on the counter he grabs the room key and stumbles to the elevator.

On his way to his room he stumbles up and looks for cameras in hallways and elevators. Noting a few in the hallways he stumbles into his room. Closing the door seems to shift his personality. He stands up straight as he quietly starts to search his room for cameras or the like. Once he feels safe he spits out all the mints into the sink and tries to make peace with his mouth by drinking one from the sink. He seems well versed in acting the blatant drunk. He locks the door but doesn't bolt it as he goes to lay down, Keeping his cloths on. He seems asleep but the sudden shift may seem like this individual is a light sleeper.

(Unless bothered, a loud wail of an alarm will go off every 2 hours and he will proceed to do something. First he would take a shower. But he seems to act in 2 hour intervals, Added this in case I left no room for interaction or what not)

After about an hour of self pity and a self motivational prep talk, Vagus had returned to the hotel. Upon entry of the hotel he noticed a man who was drunk to the fullest extent of the word. "Perfect" he thought to himself while approachingthe desk to get his mail. Vagus gave Nevermore a glace that let the raven it was go time. Sadly he was rarly hired for his theving skills and had to commit petty thievery to keep his skills sharp. Nevermore, had been given the signal, followed the man, silently hopping, back to his room before using the damaged ducts to find a way back to Vagus. After locating the man's room he listened for any signs of activity. After a minute or two of listening, he was satisfied with the inactivity of the man. He "knocked" on the door and peeked in just a little, just to the point he could see the man. He focused on him and created an illusion. He picked up a trick awhile back where he found he could trick someone into seeing and empty room, when in reality he could be standing two feet from them. It was easy to duplicate the room seeing as how they were all the same and he DID live here. After creating the illusion, Vagus slipped in and searched for anything of value. Never taking his eyes off the man

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

The room lay empty aside from the man, a key card on the counter and a sink full of partially chewed breath mints. The man appears to still be sleeping as a faint sparkle of silver can be seen on the 'drunk'. There appeared to also be a silver chain on his waist leading to his back pocket. Every once and a while a grunt would be heard as he shifted around. The leather jacket on the other hand seemed to fall in a way where something was held inside. Something of size and weight. Any noises be it loud or small seemed to just cause him to shift and slightly mumble. He appeared to be sound asleep in a drunken state.

A flashing light on the clock would most likely let the intruder know that an alarm was set to go off in about an hour and thirty five minutes.

[dudedude2211]

Not really sleeping, but just laying there, waiting for somebody to come in, the daemon stared at the unlocked door. If anyone did come in, they would see an empty room, and he would slip behind them and pull out one of his knives. He would put it to the intruders throat, and ask what they were doing in his hotel room. It would appear as if he was just arriving because of Illusion, but in reality he would have been there the whole time, just waiting for a thief, hunter, or anything otherwise to intrude on him.
This was how most of his nights stayed at this hotel were spent. Just sitting, and waiting. The only time he actually slept was either when there were people that he trusted watching him, which never happened because he trusted nobody, and when he was in a place inaccessible by most humans. [needs 5 more]

You could call Vagus many things, though one of the most accurate when he is in the middle of a heist, is attentive. As soon as the man rolled over he could hear the jingle of chain, and the shifting of the heavy object in his coat pocket. This sparked a relative interest in what was on his person instead of the apparently empty room. He crept over to the man and did his routine disconnection. He disconnected the phone from the wall so as not to ring while he searched the man and wake him up. He had to be very careful when taking out the wallet attached to the man as to make sure he did not tug and make noise.

It was with the greatest care that Vagus started to remove the object from the man's jacket pocket. Right before he made his move an alarm went off and he froze and diverted all his focus into one pursuit. Keeping the illusion going until he could leave the room.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam woke up with surprising speed as he shut off the alarm and quickly activated the next. he set it for two hours starting right that second. While vagus stayed in the room, he would notice how fluid and precise the man's movements were as he walked over to the door and slid the bolt lock onto it. Adam seemed to move with purpose and speed, something a drunk man does not have.

Adam starts to stretch as he opens up his jacket to pull out a little leather-bound ledger and start reading it. "Hmmm... I would of thought that display would at least attract some petty crook by now... " he laughs to himself as he starts to pat himself down for his pen. "I might get followed tomorrow though..." upon finding his pen he keeps a pace by the door, scribbling something in his book before returning it to his jacket.

If the man looked he could see some intricate thread work within the jacket as well as something very VERY shiny. He proceeds to walk toward the little chair in the corner of the room as he pulls the end table next to it. From behind him he pulls out a pretty fancy desert eagle and points it in the direction of Vagus, looking down the sight. Aiming carefully before he twirls it back and starts to take it apart. Adam seems to be looking around the room periodically as he cleans his gun.

Then he notices the phone is unplugged and his cleaning hastens while his eyes start to pan the room. His breath starts to slow down and become deeper.

[dudedude2211]

Hearing an alarm from a nearby room, the young daemon next door, who was still awake, pulled out one of his knives, the black one, and went to investigate. He, too, had picked up on the empty room trick using illusion, and pushed Adam's already partially opened door open just enough for him to get through. He made sure to maintain direct eye contact with Adam and Vagus the whole time, seeing that Vagus was also in the room, because the elemental wasn't looking at him. He pulled out his black dagger, not bothering to bring his white one or his red orange and yellow sword that appeared to be made of solid fire, and reflected more light then other metal objects.
Looking at both of them, he snuck up behind Vagus and said something.
"Funny seeing you here." he said as he raised his dagger.

Nevermore is the best companion you could ask for, even on one of his bad days. Nevermore saw the glint of the dagger and knew that he had to move into action. He dove at the daemon with talons barred hoping to claw out an eye. Though he missed, he still did that job well enough to save Vagus's life. Nevermore hit just above the eyebrow and caused the boy to break eye contact. He also made alot of noise as to attract the attention of the man.

"Shit" was all Vagus could think when he heard the voice behind him. He knew that it was not the man but something totally different. That's when Nevermore attacked the thing behind him. Vagus thought quick as he pulled knife up to the boy's throat and trained an SMG on the man. This whole time starring at the man as not to give himself away, but to let him see the thing and Nevermore.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam quickly stands up as he points the gun at the noise, He looked at the daemon and the bird. "Wh...what's...*sigh*" He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, After a few breaths he opens his eyes again. He zips up his jacket slightly as he points the gun seemingly right at Nevermore. "Show yourself... in three....two........." the finger on the trigger starts to seemingly tighten as he steadies his hand. The illusion thankfully can show an empty room but it cannot remove sound. The loud noise paired with the flapping of wings gave Adam all the hints he needed. He knew he was in an illusion and was not too thrilled a bout it. "....Ooonnneeee......." he draws out slowly, waiting for someone to reveal themselves..