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Fantasy Demon Hunting: Welcome to the Rejects (CLOSED)

"I work for myself, now, are we going to catch that wimp or stand here wasting time?" Axel did a hair flip before turning around.
 
"Ah-ah-ah." He cautioned. "I can visit him anytime. Don't change the subject." He stepped around her, his feet clopping quietly.
"What you doin out ere?" He eyed her, his green eyes almost glistening in the change of light.
"Hunter?"
 
"Correction: non-hunter. I'm an ally, I won't hurt you unless you really piss me off. I could destroy you if i wanted to, but I'm nice and want to learn more about demons, and you my tall and scary friend can give me answers. Also you scared the hell-hound off."
Axel sighs and pushes her hair behind her ear, revealing an elven ear.
 
"First off, I don't get allies too often, so I call bollocks." He rolled his eyes. "Second, I'd like to see you try. Over dinner maybe, I know a good seafood place cross the river." He pointed to the waterfront behind him, his pistol-arm easing up a bit. "Third . . ." He tossed one of his braids over his shoulder.
"Think I'm too pretty to be scary." He smirked with a wink.
"Oh and he's an Ex-Dreg piece o'shit." Another roll of the eyes. "Hellhounds are WAAAY less sociable."
 
"Hellhounds are adorable and don't get too vain Mr. I'm-too-stubborn-to-be-nice-and-give-information. Also, I'm allergic to seafood and don't want to cross a river with anybody, let alone a demon. Also, we're starting to attract a small crowd of gangs," Axel replied, pulling a small Machette from her jeans.
 
His face hardened at her action. "Well then Ms. Stickin-her-nose-where-it-don't-need-to-be." He mocked in a falsetto tone. "I am bein nice."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses.
"Although you do have a point. No need for unwanted attention." Once they were placed on his face, he pushed a tiny button on the left lens, and a flash of light similar to the other demon's transformation left him as a tall, muscular human man with the same, excessive mane of hair.
With his physique, he looked like Johnny Bravo with a different haircut.
He put away his pistol and folded his arms behind his back.
"Shall we TRY to discuss things with a bit of professionalism, then?" He pried.
 
"Fine, meet me at the cafe on the next street after I clear everything up. I'll be there in 5 minutes at the most."
 
"Whatever you say, Peppermint." He saluted with sarcastic body language before walking away.
He walked barefoot and on his toes in this form.
 
Axel salutes him with the middle finger and quickly cleaned the scene. A few minutes later she walked into the cafe with wet red stains on the cuffs of her jacket and some small red stains on her white tshirt. She sits in the chair in front of him and says in a deadly whisper, "NEVER call me peppermint again."
 
He was already enjoying a slice of pie with a coffee.
His eyes widened at the stains.
"How the hell did you manage that?" He asked with a forkful of pie, unfazed by her threat. He swallowed.
"You gut somebody while I wasn't lookin?"
 
Axel giggles a little, "no, there wan't enough time for that. It would have taken me twice the time if I did it to everybody, so only the leader was gutted and the rest have their intestines and livers missing."
 
He fell silent at that, and put down his fork.
"Well that's my appetite gone." He pushed away the plate and sipped his coffee.
"So what's the scene here, eh?" He leaned forward. "An apology would be a great start to get on me good side."
He glanced behind her to see two women who were clearly partygoers enter the diner. When they looked in their table's direction he clicked his teeth and winked with a not-too-subtle muscle flex.
They scoffed and sat on the other side of the diner.
 
Axel giggled more and took off her jacket and put on a hoodie. "And why exactly should I apologise? Also I'm not surprised that the women crossed the diner. You look like a creepy old man." She runs a hand through her hair and finds a small part of an intestine. "Oh well, could you pass me that napkin please?"
 
He grimaced, and handed her a napkin.
"How about for botching a week's worth of work with your snoopin?" He said at last. "And dinner with your . . ." He glanced at the intestine bit. "Let's call it feminine wiles, ain't enough to butter me up, luv." He smirked.
 
Axel smirks back, "well, I'm sorry that you didn't get your work for a week in return for a few minutes of enjoyment for me. Oh waiter, could I please have a hot chocolate," she said to a passing waiter. After she put the intestine part into the napkin she threw it into the nearest garbage can. "Now, can we talk about demonology?"
 
"Sure!" He propped his head on his hands effeminately. "Ask me anything." Even under the sunglasses it was clear he was fluttering his eyelashes.
 
"Technically miscellaneous, if you must ask." He sat back in the booth seat. "Also I'm only half-demon, thank you very much." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Her hot chocolate arrived, the waitress being a short but shapely redhead. When she walked away, the half-demon leaned out to glance at her departure.
"She seems nice." He commented, his eyes on her hips and rear.
He returned to his seat.
"Sorry." He chuckled, taking another sip of coffee.
"Oh and my name is Shuck. Thanks for asking." He toasted her with a sarcastic grin.
 
"I asked for your names at the start but I got no reply also i don't mind you looking at other females, we aren't dating and she was pretty hot. Also I don't care if you're half demon or not. I'm half elf and I just want to know what species."
 
He stared at her for a moment.
"You ever think about lighting up a bit? I see that stick up your bum pokin' at your neck there." He pointed at his collarbone.
"Weren't none of your business then. For all I knew you were another Bible thumpin' stooge with a gun."
He glanced at the waitress again.
"I saw her first, keep in mind."
 
"I'll let you have her, I'm into men too. Now, I do carry around some holy water for protection but I barely use it as who would suspect this little innocent creature would be involved with demons. Especially since I'm half elf, the very creatures that hate demons."
 
"Angels a bit more than you, and you're a lot morw fun than them, trust me." He chuckled.
"So . . . The hell you doin out here?" He pointed outside.
"Thought you Fairfolk were busy in Europe."
 
"I think that you're forgetting I'm half human. Half Asian to be precise. Also I have a British accent because I lived in Britain for most of my life and moved here without my foster parents two years ago. Also I'm not quite understanding what you mean by 'I'm a lot more fun than angels'".
 
"Well you're not swingin' a sword at me head, callin me 'Hellspawn filth' despite the fact I was born in London, and you smile more than most Angels I met." He counted off with his fingers.
 
Axel looks him dead in the eye, not blinking and states, "I could do that if you want me to. I have a sword with me now. Also I think the term is smirk not smile babe."
 

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