Murder Mischief *open*

[Matuschkin]

The woman leaned in close again, her voice barely more than a whisper as she spoke to the reaper. What she told him did not make this situation any less confusing. Whoever that intimidating being was, apparently had some history with her father, whoever that was. If the reaper had known who she was, or her father, he might have realized why this was significant. Oh well, it did not matter much anyway. The woman obviously did not want to talk about it here and now, which was not surprising seeing that the place was packed with people and supernaturals alike. An idea had been taking shape within the reaper's mind while talking to the woman, an attempt to figure out what she actually was. She was seductive enough to be a succubus, this was true, but it just did not feel right. The reaper had never before seen a succubus make a man gouge his own eyes out with just a touch.

Hm.. wait a minute.. Something had changed. The drunkard had changed. The reaper glanced at the man but briefly, realizing that the man was not a man at all. It was above men. He had never seen this being before, but from the descriptions he had heard, the feeling he got when its finger had touched his forehead.. "Seven hells.. What is a deity doing here?" the reaper thought to himself, taking a deep drag of his pipe. "And just what does that make this woman..?" the reaper turned to face her again, smoke escaping from his "eyes" as well as his "nostrils". He had turned just in time to hear her speak again. Her behavior somehow seemed to make more sense now that a deity was present.

"Enjoy is a strong word, dear. Once you have spent enough time around death and killing.. it becomes normal. It is not enjoyable nor unpleasant to me. It simply is. I do not understand why so many are fascinated with death.. Death is the most natural thing there is. Death is the only absolute certainty. Every living thing will die at some point. When the time comes, even I will cease to be." his voice was not quite as low as before, but hopefully still quiet enough to not draw the attention of the deity. Huh.. the reaper had never actually thought about that before.. Were deities immortal in the sense that they could not die of natural causes, or were they in fact immortal in the sense that they simply could not be destroyed? Logic said that there was no such thing as true immortality, but then he was sitting in a sleazy bar in Brazil together with a bunch of supernatural beings, so.. Better not to think about it. If anything it would only give him a headache.

A voice now asked what everyone was doing here at a place like this. Well, that settled it beyond all doubt. The man the deity had approached was indeed a supernatural too. Without as much as turning his head away from the conversation he was having with the woman, the reaper spoke a single word. "Work. " It was not a lie. He had indeed come here for work. It was only by pure chance, and a tiny bit of curiosity, that he had ended up here in this bar.

[Vrases Claudt]

watching as another man noticed the four of them and mouthed two words that vrases was able to barely even hear with his hearing, he sighed quietly. "greatttt, now we have another creature! its a festival of supernaturals! rubbing his eyes and leaning against the bar, he thought of how he got here too, simply surmizing it in one word like the reaper did; work. He had simply came here as a place to relax, have a drink, and swindle some locals out of some cash. "is that too much to ask? eh...." he thought to himself.

taking his drink in hand, he looked at the man who had come over and nearly immediately known what he was; daemon. the stench of blood and insanity clung to him like a fat guy too doughnuts. " So lets take a quick recap on who's here, shall we?!" he thought to himself rather emotionally. " we have a reaper, a deity, a daemon, a were, and something else that no one really knows what except for the deity and probably the reaper!.. probably a succubus or something like that.hmm... its like the beginning of a bad joke, really." he thought. taking a sip, he spoke; " i can relate to that; im here for work too." i wonder what the other three are here for?" he began to wonder.

[Leta Raz Hades]

She got an answer to her question and his words did not surprise her as he spoke, and of course she listened and smiled in her cat like way. Her head tipped to one side, her hair tumbling down over her shoulder and she continued to smile. “Yes, but the way I kill, it is not normal, is it?”

Leta smiled at him and drew herself back a little from being so close; she took her drink to her lips once more, swigged it slowly and moved passed the creature. She rose to stand once more, slipping the tail of her cat suit back between the curves of her buttocks, then with a playful put to the reaper and a sweet gnash of her teeth.

For a girl with a difficult lot in life she did not let it show, Leta was born to a servant of the Gods, like the God who sat with the boy, she was journeying to the mountains and far passed them to Shangri-la, she wanted to see what it was that her ancestors had destroyed for her, what it was she was supposed to be before her father was a traitor and allowed hunters to pass into the sacred lands.

She glanced sideways at the men, and then let her eyes carry on, to the rest of the bar. Her job was not done here, there were still humans that lay in putrid waste, she still had a job to do here; still, this distraction was a pleasant one. To the Reaper she spoke again; “Follow me around a little while longer, hot stuff, and you’ll soon rekindle your enjoyment.”

It sounded like a very inviting promise, full of delicious promise and was spoken like candy, honey on her lips.

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[Solemn Creed]

Sol chuckled. He had a feeling that the supernatural beings around him would not live very long, prone to assumptions as they seemed to be. Fools could be terribly amusing sometimes. "Your question makes it sound as if someone needs a reason to be anywhere." he sighed exasperatedly.

His arms swept out grandly and Sol's voice changed to a shushed whisper. "One needs no reason to do anything, to be anything, to go anywhere, or simply to be." he told them, blue eyes sparkling, reaching across to vrases and flicking his nose, sending him 'thas a no no.' directly to his mind. Ah, life.

Then he stood up, clearing his throat. "For example," Sol said, placing one hand on Leta's thigh. "I could eat her leg. No particular reason, I'm not even peckish at the moment. Just because it's there, and it is an option available to me. As it is to you all. Do you see?" Sol removed his hand and sat back down comfortably. Of course he had noted the presence of Astaroth, how could he not? The daemon carried a teeny tiny piece of himself, inside. Of course, the others had not noticed him or what he was. Since he did not approach Sol but had so far remained two tables away.

[Astaroth Merula]

Astaroth sat up properly in the chair and place his left hand over the bangles on his right arm, the metal changing shape beneath his hand in order to slide off of his wrist and form itself into a makeshift mirror. The daemon then began to check himself in the metal's reflection, raising his right hand to his head and letting his fingers comb through his luxurious hair. He then proceeded to check his breath before turning the mirror back into a set of bangles on his right forearm once more.

The daemon looked about the drab room and sighed, it was a horribly under-toned place for one of his kind. The worst thing he had seen that day, granted he had been sleeping for a wink, was some bloke throw a shot of tequila at one of his gambling mates in the middle of a round of poker. The demonic side of him was urging him to create some sort of havoc in this den of filth and have a little fun with the humans; however, that tiny part of him that was still human forced him to leave them alone to their peaceful lives.

Well, the rest of the supernaturals seemed to be in a little group with each other. Now his place to just waltz over their and get himself involved; especially not when he wasn't sure what two of them were. Oh well... The daemon reached out for a bottle of rum and took a swig out of it, waiting to see what would happen next in this madhouse.

[Matuschkin]

The woman's smile was mildly unsettling. It was hard to think that this attractive young woman had killed a man in cold blood out in the parking lot. The reaper had to admit that the woman had a rather unorthodox way of killing her victims. To be honest he was not quite sure what it was that she did to them to make them mutilate themselves. He could only assume that it had something to do with distorting their reality, showing them horrible mental images combined with some sort of emotion manipulation. A horrible way of taking a life for sure.. still, there were worse things to do to a human. At least she had shown some sort of mercy by ending the poor man's life quickly. If she wanted to she could have kept going for quite some time, he reckoned.

"Well, none of us are normal by our very nature, so I suppose that your preferred method of killing is not normal. Then again, is killing ever normal?" smoke emerged out of the reaper's nostrils as he spoke, his tone growing somewhat philosophical towards the end of his sentence. Still with the ornate pipe in the corner of his mouth, the reaper took a few sips of the whiskey the young man by the deity had so kindly bought him. The whiskey did not seem as strong as before, probably because the first glass had numbed his taste buds somewhat. "Better be careful.." the reaper thought to himself. "Getting drunk in a place like this with some of the most dangerous creatures in the known world could prove fatal.."

The only thing that kept the reaper from leaving this bar and potentially deadly situation was his curiosity. He just could not stand not knowing. He had to know what the woman was, what made her act the way she did, what her history with the deity was.. All these questions needed answers, and the reaper could not find it in him to leave until he had found them. Nodding to himself as the woman invited him to follow her around for a bit, the reaper decided that he would do just that. Observing people could be just as good as talking to them. With a combination of the two there was every chance of figuring out what kind of supernatural she actually was. "Very well, dear. I believe I shall take you up on that offer. I doubt I will enjoy your work, but I will never know if I do not give it a chance."

Turning his head to watch the deity as he spoke, the reaper took a few puffs of his pipe, watching in complete silence. He felt bad for the young supernatural who was getting scolded by the deity. He was probably too young , eager and impulsive to exercise the proper amount of caution around the deity. Get on his bad side and it might be the last thing you do, if you are lucky. If you are unlucky you might live for an eternity, regretting it every second as the deity keeps you alive in torment for amusement. Of course, getting on the good side could have great benefits.. if you could manage to get on their good side. From what the reaper had been told, it was extremely difficult to understand how deities worked, how they reasoned. Since they were beyond the understanding of most living creatures it was only natural that their being would be difficult to comprehend.

Uh oh.. the deity had placed his hand upon the woman's thigh, saying that he could eat her leg if he so wished. The reaper had no doubts about that, he was pretty certain the deity could do so if he wanted to. Luckily the deity soon returned to his seat, leaving the woman with her leg intact. The reaper had seldom experienced fear, but there was something about this deity that told him to keep his distance. It was like his very presence activated a self-preservation-like behavior within the reaper. Had it not been for his many years of working with controlling and suppressing his emotions (well, except for his curiosity of course) the reaper would most likely have left the bar the moment the deity showed his true face.

[Leta Raz Hades]

“Very well, dear.” He agreed to follow her around and his voice seemed to amalgamate like the tendrils of smoke from his pipe, it seemed to sliver into the air and wrap itself around her and Leta purred with the excitement, the sheer expectation she had of one being watched when completing something intrinsically intimate. She nodded, her head tipped to the side just slightly and her smile lit up her face. “I would like that.” She told him.

Leta didn’t flinch; she wasn’t scared of him when he grabbed her leg. If anything she moved into him, pressing against him where she stood in a rather inviting manner, letting him be as he pleased. Serve him she may, but she was not terrified of what he would or wanted to do to her; that was the undying part of her service. She just watched, wetting her lips and running her fingers through her hair like a comb as the Lord made his point, and made it ever so well. There was something theatrical about it, it appealed to her. Still, he drew away once more and her smile returned to the reaper. Her attention, as it seemed to remain for the most, returned to the reaper. He was the most unique here, other than herself of course, he was the one she had the most interest, the most curiosity for and he held her attention as the others did not.

“Shall we go?” she asked, in a sing song voice.

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[Matuschkin]

The woman wanted him to watch her go about her killing, and she would like it. Well, she was hardly the first person to enjoy such things, neither would she be the last. The reaper did not mind and he did not judge. He needed people to die to keep himself alive, so why would he have any objections? It was true that he did like to get to know humans, know what made them tick, what made them happy and so on, but being asked to tag along for something like this was a first for him, and he was too curious to not follow her.

There was something quite odd about the way the woman and the deity interacted. Or rather, the woman's way of interacting was odd. The reaper figured that nothing passed as odd for a deity, and even if there were things considered odd for the likes of them, he would surely not be the one to point it out. The woman did not seem intimidated by the deity, which could be extremely hazardous to her health if she kept it up. Then again, he did not know this deity or how his mind worked. For all he knew the deity just might enjoy that kind of interaction. Still, it did seem odd to the reaper.

When the woman asked if they should get going, the reaper stood up from his seat and gently put his glass down on the bar counter. "I suppose we shall. Lead the way, dear." The reaper contemplated whether he should get his scythe before the woman would start claiming victims. He did not think he would actually need it, but you never knew. Oh well, if he did feel the need to get his scythe it would only take him a second or two. He knew exactly where he had left it, and teleporting there and back would be done in the blink of an eye.

[Astaroth Merula]

The daemon sighed as he saw the female and reaper stand, moving to leave the bar. Ast looked down at the new bottle he had been sipping out of and rotated his wrist while holding the drink, causing the golden liquid inside spin about in a circular motion. He sighed heavily once more, quite discontent with the lack of action in his current place. Oh well, there were a million other places to be at in Brazil, and a million good fights to pick.

Speaking of fights, the daemon scanned his eyes over to where a mildly loud confrontation was happening. He listened in and heard something about a 'goat fucker' stealing somebody's card, and smiled at their aggression. Knowing that the card players had been practically docile all day, he decided to do a little something to spice things up.

The daemon watched the man who seemed to like telling people what they liked having intercourse with and focused upon him. Astaroth sensed the water and iron flowing throughout the man's body and focused on the blood in his right hand. Smiling to himself as he took control of the man's hand, Astaroth willed for it to ball up into a fist, and then forced it to strike out in speed to catch the 'goat-fucker' right in the mouth. Satisfied with his actions, the Cambion laughed slightly before standing and walking out of the bar, waving goodbye to Solemn Creed as he passed.