Aristal laughed feeling the wind in his face as he sped down the autobahn he watched his speedomitor reach 241 Khm before slowing down. He passed car after car in his Porche some yelled incoherently but the only thing Ari heard was the wind, This freedom was one of the many reasons he loved being alive. Though the pang in his head hurt suddenly. It had been getting worse over the last few days, He knew what it meant, That it was time to feed.
He deaccelerated slowly and pulled off at his exit pulling into a parking garage in frankfurt. He wanted to see the city he had reach about it for the last three hundred years but for some reason always put off actually going, Now he was here and going to enjoy himself. He walked around the parking garage no real aim in mind, Besides he would need to wait until the cover of dark to feed. He eyes swept looking for some trouble to get into. Ari wasn't a bad guy he just enjoyed pushing peoples buttons, Seeing how far he could go before getting into real trouble.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 3, 2016 1:26:26 GMT -5
Frankfurt. Jack had never been but, deciding for once to use his abilities to travel to somewhere just to travel rather than for work, he'd come expecting to relax, maybe see the sights. He almost never traveled for traveling's sake, not really all that interested in new places. The young man felt that everything he could ever want was exactly where he'd always been, but he'd convinced himself to give traveling a try. Who knows, maybe he'd like it, meet some new people. Maybe make some new friends. And if he was really lucky, he wouldn't have to hurt anyone or drop his plans and go somewhere else to hurt someone. Anyways... Jack was also in the parking garage. For different reasons, of course, but naturally he was up to no good. Since when was he ever? Ok, so maybe that wasn't exactly a fair assessment of the young man. Jack was pretty chill when he wasn't looking for trouble and, to be fair, he hadn't been looking for trouble when he'd entered the garage. Of course trouble had managed to find him, though. Naturally.
"Calm down. I didn't mean anything by it," Jack told the two angry men, making placating gestures while they waved their arms angrily about, shouting at him in German. He really hadn't meant to upset them and, if he was being totally honest, Jack wasn't even really sure what they were angry about. But it was clear. They were pissed and when one of them shoved him back into the wall, it was clear things were beginning to escalate beyond his control.
Ari heard the raised voices and grinned, deciding this had to be fate. He loved to watch a good fight, or be in one he honestly wasn't to picky. He walked quickly,not running but definitely picking up the pace alittle.
He heard the grown men shouting, the rapid German was foreign to aristals ears, it had been nearly 200 years since his father and him had spent a few decades in germany and back then their dilect was alot simplier. He caught a few words here and there but couldn't string the sentences together.
He noticed the third smaller man looking confused, though aristal fed off both adoration and fear, the latter always made him happier, like eating a Thanksgiving banquet compared to a microwavable dinner.
Aristal closed his eyes for a heartbeat. Opening the dark brown eyes which had seemed to grow darker as aristal pushed his arua out washing over the three men, Any emotion the three felt would be strengthened tenfold. He soaked in the anger of the german men an appetizer to the incubus, he was excited to see how this would play out.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 3, 2016 21:20:36 GMT -5
"There's no call for that sort of thing," Jack protested, rubbing his shoulder where it had bumped into the wall when he'd been pushed. "Can't I ever just go somewhere without a couple idiots dragging me into trouble?" The young man wondered aloud to himself, annoyed. It was his first time in this particular country. Hell, he hadn't even been in the city for more than two hours and it was already looking like he was going to have to hurt someone. Jack didn't want to hurt people on his vacation. That sounded too much like work.
One of the men stepped forward and, even though Jack couldn't understand what he was saying, the young man understood the aggression in his voice well enough. He prepared to meet the man's approach with a quick jab that would wipe the angry expression from his face. Jack hadn't just been standing there the entire time while they'd shoved him around and yelled at him. Well, not entirely, anyways. The young man had quietly slipped a pair of brass knuckles on his hands. He was preparing to use them when he felt the fear wash over him.
Jack narrowed his eyes. He wasn't afraid of anything. He'd faced down monster's of legend with hardly a tremor. The young man just didn't have the common sense for being scared. Only magical fear could make him feel this way and, by the confused, terrified looks on the other two men's faces, Jack correctly assumed that neither of them were responsible. He felt an immediate emotional response, the one he always experienced when he felt manipulated.
Faster than they could respond, the young man lashed out with his fists. The first man hit the ground, his jaw shattered by the combined force of Jack's muscle and added force from throwing his ability to move metal behind it. Needless to say, he went down. But by the time he hit the ground, Jack was already on top of the other man. Blind with rage, he kept hitting him, even once he'd fallen to the ground just like his friend before him. But the young man would keep hitting him, even when his skull was little more than mush pounded into the concrete floor of the parking garage.
Aristal quickly shut off his powers, Willing himself to stop sending the Arua out. He watched from behind a pillar. The scene went really bad, A lot quicker then he had imagined. He would have normally stepped in well before anyone died but it had happened so fast even with his reflexes and speed he couldn't have done anything but watch.
He stepped out slowly from behind the pillar, Making sure his shape was that of a human, he had learned in the past people where less aggressive with things they thought were weaker. He put up his hands in a gesture to show he ment no harm "That was...Unexpected". He choose his words carefully. Aristal eyes scanned the scene, Checking for escape routes, The scene he might have to fight in was unforgiving, A few stories up, Cement pillars and floors and cars everywhere. Not to mention the possibility of humans coming around to come back to their cars or to investigate the sounds.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 5, 2016 3:10:38 GMT -5
Jack stopped himself, his armored fist inches from the poor man's face. The young man stood up and stared down at his handiwork, his face a bland neutrality masking the emotions roiling underneath. He'd been inches from killing that man, from cracking his skull open on the concrete like a ripe watermelon. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd done something like that, but it would've been the first time he hadn't been in control. Except that he had been in control, hadn't he? It was Jack's rage, his own lack of discipline that had allowed him to push things this far. Sure, he'd had a little magical nudge but Jack had only done what he'd wanted to do anyways, right?
After placing the knuckles back where he'd retrieved him, Jack took out a cloth and began to wipe the blood from his hands. The brass weighed heavily in his mind but the new man's approach distracted him from what he'd almost done in that split second where he'd lost control. If only Nyght could see him now, face splattered with the blood of that poor man...
"Enjoy the show?" Jack asked, his voice flat. The young man's eyes were dead now. Few got to see past the easy smile he put up. Well, many saw but there were few who lived long afterwards. This new man was the only other person he'd seen in the parking structure so far. That made him the best candidate for the aura Jack had felt earlier. "Run around playing with people's emotions often? Innocents can get hurt when you do that. Good people can do things they end up regretting."
Aristal shrugged, He knew he couldn't hide it. But kept his composer better then he normally would. He had a few choices ahead of him. He could try for a shock and awe, Give a big grand display but then he ran the risk of this new guy being stronger then him and starting a fight he didn't feel like right now. Aristal was good at this examining a situation from all angles. Maybe it was his age or the way he grew up but he rarely let things slip unnoticed.
"Not often, to be fair though all i did was nudge you in a direction you were already headed" He grinned and leaned against the pillar closest to him "You wouldn't blame an a bartender for serving a recovering alcoholic if the bartender didn't know would you? And besides sometimes it just happens. I don't have complete control of it" Aristal lied smoothly as he used the moments he spoke to examine the man as he cleaned blood off of his knuckles "So, you have a plan now? Or was the whole idea beat a few guys to a pulp and stand around to be caught?" Aristal wasn't being overly mean in his words. He was just like that. He seemed to know how to push peoples buttons without trying. It was a rare talent that almost never ended well for him
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 5, 2016 6:35:31 GMT -5
Jack glanced back down at the two unconscious men. The first would most likely be fine. The young man didn't think he'd been struck too forcefully. The second, on the other hand... Well, Jack hadn't beaten him to death but the odds weren't exactly in his favor. Without medical attention soon he would probably die. Eh. He'd call 911 eventually. Wait, how did one contact emergency services around here? Whatever. It didn't really matter, he guessed. Someone would find them and call an ambulance eventually.
"I wouldn't have hurt them too badly," Was the young man's muttered response. "I wouldn't have hurt them at all if they'd left me alone. I'm still not entirely sure what they were angry about. And are you implying I actually enjoyed hurting those men?" Jack assumed a hurt expression. He didn't believe for a second that the stranger in front of him didn't have full control of his powers.
"Well, the plan was to teach these guys a lesson with my fists if words didn't work. Beyond that, I figured I'd just walk away and get on with my life. Getting caught isn't something worth worrying about. Worried I might try to kill you?" The man was clearly trying to press his buttons. Well, unfortunately for him Jack's buttons were well hidden.
Aristal stood for a moment seemingly lost in thought "Mmmm no, if you wanted to kill me you would have attacked the moment I Came out from behind the pillar" he grinned and allowed his shapeshifting to slip alittle for a fraction of a moment his demonic appearance bled through. He had thought to hell with hiding
"I mean if you want to fight that's an option, but I don't know if this is the best place for it. And it seems like alot of effort for nothing" aristal had always been like that he never minded a fight but only if he couldn't avoid it. He was hungry and the fear of the men hadn't lasted long enough to sate him. He tried to avoid fighting when he was this hungry it usually ended in a blood bath. Ari had always had a temper and when he was hungry it was like a feeding frenzy if he didn't keep himself under control
Aristal started walking away completely ignoring the man who's emotions he had just twisted until he got about ten yards away and he turned "If you do want to get away from here I'm looking for something to do, there's got to be a nightlife around here somewhere" he grinned at his own words eager to see how this would play out. He figured if nothing else this new guy could help his hunger situation
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 6, 2016 2:00:24 GMT -5
Jack shrugged and gave a small smile. "Maybe I wanted to find out why you did it, first." The young man had taken back up his easygoing demeanor as if it had never slipped in the first place. He relaxed and leaned back against one of the parking structure's supports, observing Ariastle casually. From his lack of response one might assume that he hadn't noticed the daemon's intentional slip up with his disguise. But Jack had seen it and he had noticed. He just wasn't feeling particularly surprised or much of anything just then. That part of him was still distracted, thinking of the two men he'd hurt.
"Nah. You don't have anything to worry about. I think I've had my fill of fighting for today," was his response. Jack wasn't planning on trying to hurt him unless he tried something again. The young man was on vacation, after all. Ari began walking away and, for a moment, Jack thought he was going to leave and the young man could get on with his day. Then he made an offer. Jack thought about it for a moment. "Sure. I am on vacation after all. Anything specific in mind?"
