Arrival in New York (open to all)

[Marcus Drago]

"Are you jealous?" She said to him making him laugh. Maybe he was jealous or maybe he was being a jackass. It was unknowing what Marcus was at this point. He would admit that Bethany was a catch. She had the beauty and the fire to turn the really dumb men of this world onto her. Hell Marcus was one of those really dumb men. But was Marcus really the jealous type? The type to kill someone over a female? He would like to think he wasn't.

He has been alone for one hundred years because his last fall out with a female, so he didn't mind anyone swooping Beth away. Would probably do good for him is someone did. This was just fun. His way of having fun, teasing her and making her feel embarrassed. He enjoyed the look on her face just before those hands covered her up. Maybe he would get this look from her more often. He was doing her more good after all. She looked cute when she made that look he enjoyed.

She agreed that they could have a little fun before they left for the night. He helped her up and kept her close to him so that she wouldn't fall to the ground. When they made it to the pool he allowed her to pick the cue. A small chuckle moved about his lips when she gave him a cue confusingly. She obviously didn't know what she was doing and he found amusement from her actions. Marcus took the time to set up the fifteen pool balls in place and allowed her to be the first to break.

Bethany positioned herself in front of him allowing him to enjoy a good view of her. He didn't look sexually attracted, Marcus never gives women the look of happiness they want, just a grin and a raised brow was all he showed. He didn't jump on her or show a gleeful smile. Just an amused one.

"You'll never hit the balls into the hole like that," he said chuckling at his own comment. "Let me show you how it's done." He took a small square shaped material that had a small hole full of chalk inside of it. "Stay in that position and don't move," He told her while she was still leaning over. His hand at the square rubbed against the tip of her cue. He gently tapped the two together as though he was painting on a tiny canvas. It was good that one would do this before playing, so that the ball would actually be able to be hit by the top of the stick.

While he was doing all of this, he noticed once again that the male from before was glancing over to Bethany's body. Being the jackass that he was, he decided to toy with Bethany and the man.

"Let me show you how to stand." If she remained bent over then he would place his left hand on her left shoulder and slide his fingers down her arm and wrist until her hand were covered by his. Using his fingers he would lift her forefinger until there was a small hole shape with her pointing and middle finger. "This is how your suppose to form your finger that is extended." He whispered sweetly into her ear. His smile will be of gentle innocence. His cheeks would lay on her left shoulder and as close to her cheek as he could be. Their scent would mix together, and it would look as though they were becoming one, a single individual combined with beauty and strength.

His right hand would rest on her right shoulder, and his finger would once again flow down to hers. This would be the hand she had the cue in. If it wasn't then he would place it there and continue with her lesson on how to play pool. "The whole key with playing pool," he whispered into Bethany's ear again. "Is to learn how to place things into holes. Once you got that down."

With his fingers on hers he would mover her shoulder up until it was placed at a sort of ninety degree angle near her figure. He would help her guide the cue into the little hole he made with her left finger and slide it through slowly helping her aim towards the cue ball. They would still be one, so when the cue slide through her finger hole it would also slide through his as well. "Then you would be already on your way to being a pro."

With her right finger he would knock the tip of the cue into the triangle shaped balls, breaking the balls. Instantly an orange eight would zoomed into a side pocket. He would let go of her body and allowed her to enjoy her first sink.  

[Bethany Barone]

Ghost's instructions were good enough where she probably would have learned easily. Sadly Bethany was too distracted to really get the hang of it.

He started by showing her exactly how to position herself. Wherever his fingers touched her she got chills. And then when he whispered into her ear. His voice was making her melt even though there was nothing sexual about his words. Beth turned her head to the side towards his slightly while listening. Their lips could have touched just a couple more inches closer.. And just like that he stood up again and moved away from her.

What a tease.

"Thanks." she said while standing up straight again. "Have you taught others to play too? That was really good but I'm a slow learner. You might need to show me again." she said as if she felt nothing from him. But if it was up to her at that very moment she would have thrown him onto that same pool table and taught him a thing or two. Damn, she shouldn't drink any more tonight.

She looked over to the man playing pool next to them. He was still alone. The man looked like he was enjoying himself, but maybe he would enjoy some company. "I'm going to see if he wants to join us." she said to Ghost. But before she got the chance, she noticed the officers coming into the bar looking for someone. She looked back over to the man and he looked more tense. "Looks like they might be looking for him" she said to Ghost without looking back to him. She wondered what he could have possibly done wrong.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The daemoness brushed a bit of hair out of her face before the gloved hand fell back down to the table. There both it and it's counterpart would lift up the glass she had been drinking from previously and turn it about. Still trapped inside the crystalline cage were three partially melted ice cubes. Unlike soft drink vendors, a properly trained bartender knew how not to overcompensate on the ice. It was definitely an appreciated skill from Rennia's point of view. She hated getting to the bottom of a fountain soda to find it had been watered down by the ice. In this case, the slim remains of the liquor that clung to either the sides and bottom of the glass, or the ice cubes themselves were beginning to blend together, lightening the amber liquid that she had been drinking a few shades in color. As the cubes rolled around in the glass they gave off the distinct click of ice against ice and the notable chime of ice against glass, creating a limited musical harmony.

It provided something to focus on a moment as she considered his question. The assassin polled her memory, thinking about the last time she'd actually come here for a job. It had been quite a few years ago, and like always she had brought with her the tools to get the job done. She was quite adapt at making use of what was available around her, but there was no sense trying to rely on things that might potentially not be there. If she found herself in an empty room, she would have to make do with what was on her, and her opponent, or resort simply to hand to hand combat. Fortunately it rarely ever came quite down to that, not that she couldn't (or even hadn't) handle herself in hand to hand combat. It was just less than ideal as the more contact you have with a person, the more there is potentially left behind for someone to track you down with. That was a fairly new and evolving process as far as Rennia was concerned. In the old days they had passing attempts to use simple evidence to discover identity of the murderer, but these were extremely limited and often highly circumstantial. If a fancy weapon was used to kill someone, and they discovered someone with such a fancy weapon, odds are they'd have accused them, whether or not they did it. This was a neat little fact that Rennia herself had often made use of during the old days. Now it wasn't so simple.

In this day and age, technology made things a little more difficult. As did innocent until proven guilty. Such advances allowed them to discover caliber type of a firearm used, or at least a rough estimate. They used science to determine angles, probable distance, velocity based on penetration of the round. They could get a rough estimate on height and even gender of the suspect based on slash angles. They could take finger prints, shoe prints, discover places where blood had been shed thanks to chemicals and ultraviolet lighting. They could find and examine pieces of explosive devices if they were careful enough. Things like this forced Rennia to stay on top of her game. Thankfully she was no where near growing out of her prime yet and that meant staying on top wasn't a difficult task. She had also lived through this age of discovery and so she head learned of it as it was developed, and between studying it and the training she got on it from her employers, she was able to do a fine job at avoiding simple mistakes that would get her easily caught. An extremely determined individual might still be able to catch her, but between knowing where exactly to look and the cost of all of these processes, the chances of her being found through normal means outside of an extremely wealthy private backing were slim to none. In fact Rennia was certain there were quite a few cold cases through multiple countries with her stamp on it. The problem was finding something that connected the two.

A few names came to the woman off the top of her head. One or two of them of course wouldn't be available to her boney, bandage covered friend as he was a simple civilian, not even bearing citizenship to the United States. Those individuals would only supply to citizens of the nation who were also in the service of the armed forces. They were military suppliers and they often required you to either be in active service or present the proper registration for such arms and supplies. While ammunition for standard rifles and handguns often did not require such registration, unless you lived in California and were trying to purchase ammunition for the fifty... they were still military suppliers and thus their stock was not for sale to the private individual. There were of course a few others that she could think of that would of course fit the bill and might be able to provide him bulk ammunition for cheap. Not only that, they often dealt in cash and were not inclined to put down names, so the police wouldn't have much luck trying to trace ammunition coming from them. It would be an ideal situation if the reaper was in fact interested.

As she was about to offer her response, the man nodded over towards the pool table and inquired as to whether or not the individuals there were friends of hers. She knew what he meant of course, or at least figured she did at any rate, but she decided she would answer the question somewhat honestly anyway. Her head turned in the direction of the nod and she gazed once more upon the figures and their game. From the casual glance she noticed that the woman was slightly inebriated. Rennia figured it was only a matter of time before the male took advantage of the situation.

"Friends would be putting it favorably, to say the least. Hard not to notice someone being so cavalier while already sticking out like sore thumb. The wings and the katana are hard to miss, you know? They kinda separate you in the world today. A few hundred years ago they might have been a little more common, at least in the European or Asian theaters. I suppose he could be a cosplayer, but somehow I don't think that's the case. At any rate (conspicuous or not) I do happen to know him, but I doubt he would consider us friends. The man was foolish enough to get himself involved in the business of others. Business that I was called in to deal with. I am actually surprised that he still breathes. He was somewhat unfortunate to piss off a certain hitwoman. She got him with one of her poisoned blades. Afterward I made sure that all the guards would be looking for him. It's interesting to note they failed, but good help is hard to find around here. He doesn't appear to have changed much since then. He still strikes me as extremely presumptuous and careless. I am starting to wonder if he relies purely on luck to get by. Either luck or just the pure ignorant stupidity of people these days. Seems to be a prevalent problem these days. As for the girl.. I believe I might have spotted her once in passing, but can't say I know anything about her. So no, I can't say they're really friends. They certainly are a curious pair though."

As she was talking, Rennia would shift between looking at Richard, and looking back at the pair of which she spoke. She said nothing of Varik, having only spared him a couple passing glances up until this point. She also said nothing about their recent encounter near a certain motel. After all she had no way of knowing Richard's involvement or how he would take such news. Even if he was involved there was of course a risk. The other two she already knew were involved. After all, it had been them she and the marksmen had been playing overwatch for. It was just far simpler to consider it like kissing. One does not kiss and tell.

During one of these glances over, she took notice of the male moving in on the woman. He had apparently taken note of the offhand glance that the new arrival had cast in their direction and was now attempting to teach the woman how to play pool in a showing manner. Rennia wasn't sure whether he was trying to tease her or the other man, though she guessed it likely had an effect on both. A thousand years ago and a different mentality, and it might have worked on Rennia, if that had been a practice of the culture at the time. Sadly it wasn't, and her lifestyle, as well as a few other things, had led her down a different life. Unfortunate as it was, Rennia still harbored no regrets. She had lived quite an interesting life after all. The male bent over and around the woman 'teaching' her the tips as the other male, the one the guy was likely attempting to goad, turned his attention in her direction. Those red eyes caught the motion out of their corners and the head rotated a touch further to gaze upon him. Those eyes radiated the coldblooded nature of their owner. It carried with it the apathy and complete disregard for human life. They spoke of the ease that came to her when it came to killing a person, male or female. They also carried with them a seemingly contradictory fire. Like gazing through the window of a store carrying your favorite little toys it promised a fiery darkness that likely suggested a night with her wasn't one most would soon forget. Mingled in with it was a subtle playfulness of someone who wanted to have fun. Lastly there was a faint curiosity. The woman was either intrigued with the man or at least curious about something he was doing. The mix made for a look that could almost be described as a cat gazing upon a mouse. It's prey fascinated it, and it wanted to have a bit of fun playing with it before it killed it. All things considered, it would probably have been a gaze that would unnerve those of weaker wills, even if she didn't make use of any of her abilities. It was something she often made use of, discouraging violence through either fear or promises of fun should things not sour. A useful tool.

Rennia noticed the faint blue and red bursts of light upon the surfaces they fell upon. It was subtle at first but grew as a squad car approached the establishment. Rennia's eyes narrowed as scenarios began playing through her mind. Was it possible that one of them had been followed? Surely most of the precinct would have been tied up handling the massive shootout they had caused, so any cop showing up here would more than likely be here on official business surrounding that incident. It just wasn't possible, however. She was more than sure she had not been tailed, and she was behind the other two. There was no way any of the three had been followed by a cop at least. On top of that, none of the news bulletins she had caught had given any indication of the police being anywhere close to figuring out who was responsible for the act, nor had any photos of suspects come up. The only thing she could think of that might have brought them was someone in the bar having reported the little run-in that occurred between the winged man and the man he'd threatened with his katana. Could they have gone to the authorities? Rennia inwardly hoped as much, as any other suggestion could turn out considerably problematic on their end.

Two officers strode into the establishment and announced their presence. One was the classic image of a police officer that one might catch in the movies. That alone was enough to cause the daemoness to smirk and stifle a chuckle at the thought. Men like him were likely hounded for their looks. The other was far younger and newer to the job. It was the common new blood veteran combo that police often employed. It was a sound strategy that allowed new recruits to learn tips, tricks, and the general accepted behavior and practice of law enforcement before they in turn would go on to fill out their own unit and perhaps one day train new recruits, thus perpetuating the cycle.

Almost instantly her concerns were put to rest as they stated their intentions of finding the owner of an R6 bike. Rennia perked a brow, not having seen such a vehicle on her way into the bar. She was familiar with the Yamaha motorcycle and had certainly seen her fair share of them. In the United States and some parts of the rest of the world, they fell into the category that people referred to as 'crotch rockets'. It was a nickname given due to the fact that the motorcycles were respectably capable of reaching impressive speeds rather quickly due to the powerful motor and relatively small mass, and the fact that the rider's body often rode extremely close to the bike itself. Thus you had a fast and powerful 'rocket' that rode up in your 'crotch'. The R6 definitely fell within this category. Given that she didn't recall seeing one when she came in, it meant that whoever owned the bike came later, after. That of course then began to make sense. If these cops were indeed on business involving that mess, it was possible that they had tailed someone who had arrived after the rest of them had. Rennia was watching her back after all, not anyone who arrived after she did.

This chain of thought lead her eyes to wander over towards Varik. The man had arrived well after she had, and indeed seemed like an interesting sort. The daemoness wondered if the man had any involvement in this recent mess. Again she didn't recall seeing him before, certainly not here and not at the crime scene, but unless he did something horribly wrong, she didn't see a reason why they would bother with small time issues with such a massive crime going down just a good few blocks down.

As her gaze lingered upon Varik she caught the slow movement of one of his hands. Those red eyes refocused upon that limb and took notice that it's movement was that of someone reaching to grab something. Given that he was making no effort to step forward to speak with the officers, in fact it appeared as if he intended to pretend he hadn't noticed them, she assumed he was likely entirely unwilling to cooperate with these officers. That then lead her to the assumption that whatever he was going to grab, was likely going to further escalate the situation. If the two officers noticed him fast enough, it was possible they would be able to handle him. However, the man didn't seem like a casual citizen and it was entirely possible he would get the upper hand. Rennia preferred to avoid injuring, let alone outright killing law enforcement officers. They served a useful function in keeping society from going crazy, and prevented it from turning into rule by force, which would inevitably end very badly. There was also the fact that, for a time, she herself had not been to different. Even today her job wasn't so entirely different. She merely dealt with more militant or covert threats than your average street thug.

The daemoness muttered ever so softly in a voice meant to carry just far enough for the other occupant of the booth to overhear. "We may have an issue here. Looks like our newest guest might be intending to make a scene in front of these officers. This might get ugly." Already Rennia's hands had slipped back into her cloak. Her mind began running through possible scenarios of how this might unfold. If the man drew a knife, she might be able to put herself between him and the officers before he could attack them. Hopefully their reactions wouldn't lead to her being shot, but if they aimed for the chest she'd be fine. If he drew a gun, things would likely be a little more messy, but Rennia still had her sidearm with her, and it wouldn't bee too difficult to pull it out and pop a shot off, but that would bring questions with it. Questions she might not be able to afford to answer. It was possible that Rennia could easily pull one of the three into an illusion, Varik being the easiest, and diffuse the situation that way, though the easiest solution might still lead to one or both of them dying. Alternatively she could simply step forward and claim ownership of the bike or raise a distraction long enough to get them to pull her outside where she could handle the situation a little easier. Lastly there was Richard. As she recalled he had some useful abilities that might lend to be of some use here, were he willing to use them. His manipulation of water might be all that was needed to provide enough of a distraction for the situation to diffuse itself. Barring that, it might be the only thing between the death of someone within the room. Glancing around the room, Rennia wondered internally if the trick she had used in his company last time would work nearly as well in this environment, especially given she would need to use her sidearm which was considerably quieter without the suppressor that was attached to the end of it.

[Richard G. Hale]

The last of the cigar in the booth was exhaled with a deep sigh from the Reaper. The hand delicately gripping the smoldering stub of paper would swiftly enclose the package, and then tightly clench. The hand would open after a brief period of time and allow it's contents of crushed cigar and water to drip onto the table, where it would evaporate into a small cloud of steam. The cloud would rise up towards the ceiling, where it would continue to gather regardless of whether or not there was actually any water left on the table. Meanwhile, the old wooden floor of the bar made the perfect place to start creating pockets of hot steam. Moisture would collect and concentrate just underneath the varnished wood surface, where it would be kept in check until needed.

"Right." the old skeleton would mutter in response to the news of yet more trouble. He would shift his jacket open just a few inches to better suit the possible need to draw on anyone, and then say "Just can't take some people anywhere, can you?"

Reserves of water would continue to build up around the Reaper himself, and the aforementioned areas. If anything were to start up, he would be more than ready to act.

[Varik Cendrillion]

Varik could feel the cool leather coiled around the hilt of his blade like a serpent ready to strike. His "dragons" hadn't tasted the blood of worth opponent in sometime; he could feel an incessant hunger emanating from the icy steel. The cops would hardly be a challenge: it's was the onlookers in the bar that made him hesitant. Especially the crimson eyed shadow lurking in the corner. He ran through several possible scenarios but he wasn't sure what the outcomes would be: he just didn't have enough information to Guage all of the outcomes.

Running his hand through his hair "It's my bike officer, how can I help you?" He said with a I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar kind of grin. The officers turned to look at him, the older of the two seemed to be some what disgusted with him. "Step outside with us pretty boy, we've got a couple questions for you". It was somewhat a relief to hear he wasn't under arrest, but what did they want to know? Not trying to make a scene, he moved towards the door which the officer was motioning to. As he passed the table of the hooded women he shot her a wink."All it took was having the cops in to get her attention" he chuckled stepping out of the door.

"What exactly were you doing at the crime scene punk and what did you find?" The old officer said with very little enthusiasm. They had Varik towards a street lamp by the alley beside the bar. "Well let's see; bodies scattered all about the ground, incipient monkeys, and what appeared to once be a hotel. Am I far off." Varik stated with an icy tone and his once grinning face now serious. "You little..." The old officer lunged at Varik meaning to grab him by the collar. Varik simple side stepped letting the officer run into the pole that he was leaning on. A loud resonating thus could be heard, the officer turned with anger in his eyes. Not learning from his first fumble he charged Varik again this time coming at him with a right hook. Varik simply ducked and slammed into the officers diaphragm with his shoulder. Knocking the man off his feet.

He then turned his attention to the younger of the two officers. He seemed shocked at how quickly his partner had fallen." I didn't want to hurt him, but I wasn't going to let him touch me either" the officer just nodded his head. "Now tell me what exactly did you track me down here for?" His expression still as grim as before. "I.. I... watched you examining the scene. It seemed like you had an idea of who killed all those people..." "I wish I did know" his voice seemed to rest on the cool morning air for a moment. Whoever did must still be close by he thought."I guess we have no further use for this one" a shrill malice filled voice spoke. From the alley emerged a vampire who had seen better years. His clothes were tattered and still smoldering in some places. "Kill him officer, he's useless" and so the young officer pulled out his gun and aimed it at Varik's head.

Almost simultaneously Varik tensed the muscles in his back and his wings shot forth; knocking the young officer over. " An angel, no wonder there was an unusual smell about you. Who are you and what did you do to my...." a gurgle was all that finished the sentence. Varik now knelt behind the creature blade dripping in its blood. "You talked to much..."

[Marcus Drago]

 "Have you taught others to play too? That was really good but I'm a slow learner. You might need to show me again."

"Next time maybe I won't touch you. Then you might learn faster." He moves over to poke her forehead. She showed a cute side of her asking for him to show her how to play pool again. Even though she wanted Marcus to think she was unaffected by his moves, he knew that she had a little wanting for him to do more. The drugs in her actually made her feel a lot of things. She was cute indeed, but Marcus didn't want her to pretend, he wanted her to blush. His enjoyment of being around her was starting to grow, which was more than strange for a man like Marcus; the strong, I don't give a damn, jack ass type that would sooner hurt someone than heal them. Of course, it was always those type of men that wanted womanly affection the most wasn't it?

He noticed Bethany give a good look at the new guy that entered. The one that was staring at her as though he was doing it delinquently and would get a sexual harassment charge if he continued to look. "What a shame," were Marcus words to her and her wishes to invite him over. Ghost liked it being just him and her for the night, but like hell he would ever show that emotion to her. He just nodded and waited for her to interact with the male. Of course Marcus would have his fun if they were to all play in a pool game together.

Sadly, their interaction was not carried out. Instead, the introduction of police officers halted any future fun anyone were planning to have tonight. For this one time everyone's eyes were off of him, he would take advantage from his one blessing from the God. "Beth, come here." He would say motioning her towards him. When, if, she came to him he would hand her his blade, which handle was now covered by metal so that the blood on the handle would not be seen. It would feel lighter than most Katana blades except for the handle. Ghost made sure that the metal placed on the scabbard connected the sheath to the handle. If anyone tried to unsheathe the blade they would find it nearly impossible. "Go sit down in our booth for me," he leaned in close and whispered into her ear. "Stay there and if any one asks about the blade tell them its your boyfriends fake blade." He would leave the Katana in Bethany's care then he would begin his move to the restroom. 

He heard the newcomer admitting to the officer that a certain bike belonged to him and a sigh went across his lips. 'Trouble maybe,' He thought moving into the restroom. "Howdy!" A man in a very large trench coat would say, taking a good look at Marcus. Ghost was not in the talking mood with anyone else other than Bethany tonight so he decided that he would be uncomplicated with the gentlemen in the restroom. Marcus placed a certain amount of cash on the restroom sink, though he did not show the money. "How much for your coat?" He questioned.  

[Bethany Barone]

She couldn't hide the fact that she wanted more. And he just had to tease her about it. In fact he really seemed to enjoy teasing her too. Beth secretly hoped maybe he was starting to have some feelings for her, not just to get laid tonight.

Ghost didn't seem too pleased that she wanted to invite the new guy over with them. He wanted time with only her, which made her happy actually.

The moment passed quickly once the police came in. He called her over and handed her his katana. "tell them it's your boyfriends fake blade" he said. Boyfriend? Bethany really liked the sound of that. Even though the situation wasn't looking good she couldn't help but smile just a little.

Before he could walk away from her, she grabbed his hand. "Please be careful." That's all she said. She wanted to tell him not to leave her alone.

She did as she was told of course and sat down with the blade on the inside of the booth, mostly hidden by her body. Maybe they should have left the bar sooner. In the meantime, she watched as the other man stepped outside with the officers, and Ghost into the restroom.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia's lips twitched into a smirk at the response that came from her companion across the table. At the same time, a series of events caught her attention. The first was the sudden change in behavior of their newest arrival. Instead of making any action with his knife, he decided to seemingly cooperate with the officers. The next was the motion of the other pair. It was hard to see what they were doing from here, but if Rennia wasn't mistaken, the man had offloaded his blade onto the woman.

Rennia's attention returned to the latecomer as he passed by their table and afforded the daemoness a wink. Rennia's head turned to follow the man as he passed and those red eyes shrank down as the daemoness narrowed them. A quick glance in the opposite direction revealed the girl wandering towards a booth and 'Ghost' meandering over towards the restrooms. Finally Rennia turned back to Richard with a shrug. "I am going to go make sure our friend there doesn't cause any trouble with the authorities. You're welcome to come along if you wish." Rennia tipped her head towards her friend before pushing herself out from the table and to her feet. A quick reach into her pocket yielded reward and she opened her hand over the table to drop a few bills onto it's surface. The money there was actually more than sufficient to cover both her drink, his and the meal he had ordered (Whether or not he'd already paid for it) and the tip, and then some. Having done that, the woman spun about and silently made her way towards the door.

Once past the door, Rennia would quickly gaze around to make sure no one was watching her directly before suddenly vanishing entirely. From there the woman reemerged in a dimly lit spot near the man and the two officers. She ducked back against the nearest surface and called upon her ability to hide in such places, masking herself from the sight of those around her. From where she was, the woman overheard bits of the conversation, namely the raised voices just prior to the officer attempting to take out his frustration on the man. Rennia's nose wrinkled in disapproval at the unprofessional conduct but she knew it was something that wasn't as uncommon as it should have been.

The man turned his attention to the younger cop and the two conversed. The younger officer seemed to be quite nervous, though after the defeat of his partner that wasn't too unexpected. In that moment Rennia became aware of another individual amongst them, just before it spoke with a voice full of bloodlust. The fiendlish being once again wrinkled her nose. It appeared that the man brought with him the attention of some of their earlier victims as well. The voice ordered the death of the man though the gesture proved futile as the angel knocked the officer over and quickly dispatched the vamp.

Rennia decided to use that moment to step out of the shadows, doing so audibly with the sound of steel toed combat boot upon concrete. The dull thud thud thud of her steps picked up as she closed in. "Do you always cause so much trouble everywhere you go, or is this night something special?" Rennia spoke with her usual voice that was filled with both the cold grip of death and the smooth silky tone that one might expect from a sex line operator. It was equal parts danger and guilty pleasure all rolled into one. As the woman stepped into the light, color would explode across the otherwise black form of her body as the color of blood blossomed atop her head. Equally red eyes gazed upon the man still standing there before casting themselves off to the side towards the two officers still present.

[Richard G. Hale]

Trouble just couldn't leave well-enough alone, tonight. He could feel the danger prickling on the back of his neck before it had even started, and he hated it. He hated that the night was so damned long, he hated that he was stuck in New York for another few days, he hated that people kept interrupting the peace, and he was sick and tired of gangs. He'd had enough, and he wasn't about to let them keep it up.

Richard took a deep breath to settle his head as he stood, and a tide of adrenaline-rushing, sweat-gushing, mind-crushing, fear-causing energy rolled off of him in waves. The pent-up coils of insanity unraveled from his person as he slowly walked towards the door at the front of the bar, and by the time he reached it the tendrils had reached out and laced the atmosphere with the crushing sensation of absolute consternation. Enough energy was fed to the living-tentacles to make hearts drop to the floor and cease to beat, to paralyze the lesser-minded, to make the air itself thicken and quiver. By the time he had opened the doors the waves of his mania had been fully unlocked and unleashed, and by the time he had stepped outside and looked at the people present, he was ready.

It would take all of a fifth of a second to fire his first shot, sending a .454 caliber slug straight into the dropped sidearm. In another eye-blink a .38-200 slug slammed out of the barrel of the Reaper's Webley, and into the sidearm of the second officer. The third and fourth shots both took place nearly simultaneously, and both landed with near-absolute accuracy. The .38 sent towards the head of the impaled vampyre, and the .454 to his heart. Could never be too careful with people, sometimes it took more than just stabbing them to put 'em down. That being done, the pissed-off Reaper would holster both his Mateba and Webley, and then sulk back into the bar to grab another drink, which he would do about as soon as he sat back down and locked his reserves of energy back up.

[Varik Cendrillion]

Varik flicked the viscous liquid from his blade when he heard the distinct thud of boots behind him. "Do you always cause so much trouble everywhere you go, or is this night something special?" Said a voice that was intoxicating as a lush perfume. He turned to see the distinct red eyes that he'd been intrigued by all night. As she strode forward and removed her a tide of crimson hair fell down her shoulders like a waterfall. As if to announce her presence three gun shots were fired into each of the the officers and the vamp. With the gunshots came a distinct feeling of unease and fear; they snaked around Varik's spine like tentacles. Almost as quickly as they came they seemed to diapate though. Whoever the gunman was left the distinct impression that Varik didn't want to mess with him. Other than that though the shots weren't aimed at him, and he was even more intrigued by the beauty in front of him.

"Well it depends on the day, but as far as nights go this was nothing" he smirked back to her. What surprised Varik was despite her beauty she wore a complete shoot of military combat gear. It seemed to be in immaculate condition. This only led Varik to the assumption that she was in private security or something a little more exciting. Despite his observation he could not spot any weapons.

To avoid making any more of a spectacle of himself, Varik folded his crimson wings back into his back.Stepped forward he picked up his discarded riding jacket, for his shirt now layed in a pile at his new friends feet. He put his jacket on to completely cover his wings; now all that anyone could see was the moonlight glistening off his hardened abs.

Varik continued to observe the Crimson enchantress in front of him. Why would she cover such a master piece in bulky combat gear? Worry about that later you need to focus he mentally checked himself "On a more serious note though, can I say it's safe to assume that you had something to do with what happened up the block?" He said grin slowly fading into a more stern expression. "Also would you care if we moved this conversation to a more private location. Away from three dead bodies: two of which are cops?"

[Marcus Drago]

He could not see. Nothing but darkness laid out in front of him. He could still hear everything. The push of the wind, the music coming from inside the bar, the sound of rubber brushing against concrete. He could hear everything and the words from every one. Then there was the sense of feeling. He could feel as fine as he could hear. He felt the fabric of his coat and shirt. The feel of the floor and the wind. He could smell the dirt of this world, a dumpster, and the delicious smell of food and cigar. He just could not see.

But what was it he could not see. The area around him? No that could not be. If he sent just one order to his brain he would be able to see where he was, what was in front of him, and why the hell he smelt a dumpster. No it was something else, something untold to everyone in the world. Something that everyone was in the darkness about. The next event to take place. It appears that people could feel everything, smell anything, and hear the world. But they could never see everything.

His eyes opened and the world became opened to him. He had heard all that took place. From when the cops pulled the man out to the shots of the handgun. He stayed away on another corner to the bar they were in. It had an alleyway that lead to the dumpster where all the trash went. What was stopping the others from spotting him was that he was in another alleyway that lead to where they stood. Ghost was leaning against a wall, arms folded and one foot planted on the same landscape he was connected to. When the chaos stopped, he stopped leaning and his body rose from the standing concrete. His pockets went into his trench coat while his pupils turned to walk to the area he came out from. He would have phased back inside until he heard those words. "Can I say it's safe to assume that you had something to do with what happened up the block?"

His eyes widened then those dark red lasers moved to where the two where sitting. He took a step forward to lean on the wall, curious to the mans comment. He would move with silent steps like he had done ever since he had moved to this position. It would be nearly impossible to hear the tap of his shoes to the ground. A hearing fit for a big eared animal, not any form of human being.

[Bethany Barone]

Gunshots.

The people in the bar were either screaming. People were running and hiding. Everyone except Bethany. Stupid maybe, but she was told to wait here. Her protector had left her alone, and left her with his weapon too. She couldn't just leave it here either. "He better not be doing anything stupid." She thought.

Someone walked back inside to the bar and sat down. He was a strange looking man. Covered in bandages. She would watch him since he was the only other to seem to not care about the shootings. "How odd." She would think. Still being quite tipsy she probably stared even longer than she thought.

Bethany almost got up out of her seat. She was sick of waiting around. Stupid human just sitting in a booth waiting to die. That's how she felt. So much for forgetting about Vampyres and other shit. It seems like her night was ruined again.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Alarm bells exploded inside the daemoness's head. Instinctual defensive measures began racing through her mind as she wondered what this man was up to. She could feel her heart rate accelerating, picking up it's pace as her body made ready for fight or flight. Adrenaline coursed through her system in response to these new alarms. The woman's brow furrowed. It didn't seem like a normal alarm. It wasn't just a sense of danger. There was a sense of nervousness mixed in with it. Could this man be more than he appeared? For someone to elicit that level of a response from her senses, they'd have to be a pretty considerable threat.

The answer soon availed itself to her, however as Richard stepped out of the door. The woman's brow hiked as he let off a few rounds, aiming for the weapons the police had. Those red eyes watched the firearms swing into motion and strike like snakes as the hammers fell, launching bullets out into the air. The next rounds aimed for the vampire. If he was alive after Varik was through with him, he certainly wasn't now. Rennia watched the unusual display, standing rooted in her spot. It was an unusual reaction for her to simply stand and stare, but the mix of that aura along with the unusual behavior of Richard left her unsure of what to think.

But just like that, it was over. As quickly as Richard had entered the scene, he departed it. The aura fell from him and he stepped back inside. Rennia stared at the entrance to the bar for a short period of time before she turned her head back to gaze at Varik. Already her heart was slowing down as she willed her system to calm. It was a technique she had learned some time ago to keep her from reacting without thought or care. It kept her out of danger usually. The technique wasn't perfect of course, it didn't always work, especially if the source of the adrenaline was still present, and it took some time for it to kick in. This time however, it kicked in fairly quickly and the daemoness offered a smirk to the man as if to say she expected this kind of thing, which to be honest, she pretty much did.

"So a night crawler then, huh? If this is nothing, I'd hate to see one of your more notable evenings. I imagine it's quite hectic and full of trouble." The daemoness paused to gaze at the eviscerated vampire. She then spoke again, this time somewhat slowly. "Lots and lots of trouble."

The daemoness's combat gear was all black in nature and bore no patches to identify who or what she worked for. From neck to toe combat grade clothing and tactical gear covered her. It was not enough to be excessively bulky, however. The vest was of the lighter variety that might stop up to a Three-oh-eight but not much more than that. Hidden within that gear were several blades and at least two sidearms. Her rifle and bow were nowhere in sight, however. They were either expertly hidden by the cloak she wrapped herself in that was now somewhat open and flowing slightly behind her, or placed elsewhere where they would not be found.

The woman's red eyes focused on the man's face, but occasionally would slide down, noting his lack of shirt and jacket. That is, until he put the jacket on. At that point the daemoness would just smirk for a moment before letting it drop. Then those eyes would wander off to the side for a moment to stare at a section of wall for but a moment before returning to Varik. At that point her smirk grew slightly and a chuckle escaped from her as a thought entered her mind.

As he spoke again her head turned off in the direction of the mentioned event. Her face took on a contemplative look, as if considering the question. Like before she turned her head back to look at the man. "Afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you. I am surprised at how quick the media picked it up though. Must have been quite a scene there. But, nothing is ever safe to assume." The woman chuckled again. She didn't outright say she wasn't there, though she carefully chose her words to imply it.

"I suppose we could take this conversation, whatever it is, somewhere quieter, yes. In fact, if a conversation is indeed to occur, I would recommend it be elsewhere. That way we won't have to worry about unwelcome eavesdroppers listening in on us." The woman glanced over at the two police officers, saying nothing about them. The fact they got mixed up in this made things all the worse, but at the very least she could honestly say she had nothing to do with them at all. So no matter what downfall came off of the attack on those two, she wouldn't have to worry.

"Is there some place you had in mind, or just anywhere a little more quiet? Of course, I do have to at least go back into the bar to tell my friend that I'm going to be grilled for questions, unless you'd care if he joined us. There are a couple other items of interest that I was tending to inside the Bar as well, but those are of a lesser importance." The daemoness was again careful with how she worded things, not revealing anything important for those trying to listen in on them.

[Richard G. Hale]

Things were seeming to quiet down quite a bit now, which did wonders for a certain bone-head's peace of mind. The modestly sized bottle of liquor that the same skeleton was nursing probably helped a little, as did the gently wafting of cigar smoke from the next cylinder in a nearby box. It wasn't a habit to drink and smoke like this, but it was certainly nice to unwind after a while. Besides, the young Reaper knew good cigars when he found them. In any case, it had been far too long since Richard had indulged himself, and he planned to make the most of it while he could. It was back to living on the run again when all of this was said and done, which the reluctant Reaper was actually somewhat looking forward to.

Richard's mind started wandering around once more as he sat and sipped from his bottle. He could think of a few things he needed, a few things he wanted, and a place or two he might be able to get those things. It wasn't a particularly long list, but the nature of the items did make sure that he couldn't necessarily get them all from one place. An unfortunate side-effect of staying low, which might not even be possible in New York anymore. It was like France all over again, only this time he had actually killed a bunch of people. He didn't like the big city, but he didn't want someone to put his face on a wanted posted in it either. It would somewhat interfere with his ability to travel, which meant it would take a whole lot longer to get to places of import in the future. Not that it mattered, really, since he had another few thousand years going for him if he wasn't shot.

[Varik Cendrillion]

"So a night crawler then, huh? If this is nothing, I'd hate to see one of your more notable evenings. I imagine it's quite hectic and full of trouble." She said voice mesmerizing Varik. He couldn't tell exactly what here intentions were, but he would mind finding out."Lots and lots of trouble." Her voice lingered on the cool morning air; Varik looked into her glowing red eyes trying to get a better read on her.

He noticed her eyes doing the same as his surveying him, they'd occasionally look down and then move back up. He could only imagine the arsenal of weaponry that she had hidden in her clothes. "Maybe I'll find out later" he thought to himself . The thought brought a grin to his face. The one odd thing was those glowing orbs would also occasionally dart over his shoulder as if looking for something. A smirk grew on her face and the she started to chuckle, Varik wondered what she could be laughing at. He did a quick glance to make sure his zipper was up, and it was. "Huh...." He thought to himself.

After another minute she replied with a chuckle "Afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you. I am surprised at how quick the media picked it up though. Must have been quite a scene there. But, nothing is ever safe to assume." Varik didn't completely believe her about not being involved but he wasn't one to call someone on lying. On top of that the carnage that was left wasn't your typical gang fight. Varik had met his fair share of assassins, thugs, drug dealers, and other shady characters to know she was something more.

After a brief moment she continued "I suppose we could take this conversation, whatever it is, somewhere quieter, yes. In fact, if a conversation is indeed to occur, I would recommend it be elsewhere. That way we won't have to worry about unwelcome eavesdroppers listening in on us." Varik couldn't help but notice she kept glancing further down the alley; she must have noticed something that he hadnt. "It's only my second time in town, so I don't know many places here." He looked up at the moon pondering for a moment. Last time he was here it was only for a few days,and then it struck him. There was a great surf shop down by the beach. "There is one though down off the beach, you can follow me there after you talk to your friend. I need to get by riding bag from inside anyway"