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Fantasy Demon Hunting: Welcome to the Rejects (CLOSED)

He gave an obnoxious smirk.
"So we're up to 'babe' then, eh?" He winked.
"And good luck tryin'. Believe me when I say this: you're the little leaguer takin' on Babe Ruth, saavy?"
He took a forkful of pie and leaned forward.
"Of course we don't have to get so violent about it." He kept his smirk plastered on his admittedly well-sculpted face.
 
Axel grimaced when he said that, "if you want to get into my pants then just ask nicely and get prepared to be brutally rejected."
 
He sat back and clutched his chest as though he'd been shot.
"Oh man!" He cried in false agony. "Somebody get me a heatin' pad. I just got shot COLD." He slapped the table and laughed heartily.
"I'm just fuckin' with ya, calm down and drink the cocoa." He shook his head, grinning.
"You didn't answer my question by the way."
 
Axel smirks and drinks it all in one, "what question?"
 
"Currently I'm here in this cafe drinking a hot chocolate and having a conversation with you after gutting 3 men and removing the intestine and liver out of 30. What about you?"
 
"You know what I mean, miss." He grew serious. "You work for yourself? That tells me you're an amateur." He raised his palms. "Not meaning that to question your talents, but in the grand scheme, you haven't a clue what goes on."
His expression changed.
"Why the hell you taking livers? Wouldn't happen to be a buyer would there?" He cocked his head, thinking this related to some business of his.
 
Axel stifles a laugh. "No, I just throw everything into the ocean and I also removed the lungs. Plus I'm on my own with nobody paying me, so I work for myself and sleep on the streets."
 
"Ok . . ." He leaned back once more. "But why cut em open at all? And who were these poor fucks?"
He shook his head. "Nevermind. What. Are you doing. In Jacksonville?" He looked at her intensely.
"And why . . . Were you snooping on my case?"
 
"Those 'poor fucks' were gangs that sold women and children and sold drugs. And I was not just snooping on your case, you blew my cover for murdering that gang silently and stealthily. I even had chloroform on me but it's wasted now".
 
He sputtered and blinked.
"I blew your . . ." He pointed at her. "I blew YOUR cover?" He grew angry.
"You get how much shit I can get in for lettin someone see ME?" He pointed to his glasses. "Fuck's sake. Gangs? That's it?" He sighed.
"Wow . . . Well least I know you ain't barging on Az's toes." He chuckled.
 
"One, I only study demonology and two I see demons no matter what anyway. It's why elves are the brains behind raids of other lands so I would have saw you anyway. Also, who the fuck is Az?"
 
His eyes widened.
"Oh shit I did say that."
He cleared his throat.
"Well this was fun." He stood up from the booty. "Let's do this again sometime. Sorry for calling you Peppermint. I gotta make a call." He pointed to the phonebooth outside. He started to leave with a newfound hurry to his steps.
 
Axel smirks and sneakily swipes his sunglasses out of his pocket, and pays for her hot chocolate and walks out.
 
His eyes widened.
"Oh shit I did say that."
He cleared his throat.
"Well this was fun." He stood up from the booth. "Let's do this again sometime. Sorry for calling you Peppermint. I gotta make a call." He pointed to the phonebooth outside. He started to leave with a newfound hurry to his steps.
 
His eyes widened.
"Oh shit I did say that."
He cleared his throat.
"Well this was fun." He stood up from the booth. "Let's do this again sometime. Sorry for calling you Peppermint. I gotta make a call." He pointed to the phonebooth outside. He started to leave with a newfound hurry to his steps.
Ignore that
 
The second she took the sunglasses that were on his face, the flash of light resulted in his real self being exposed. He froze as the patrons gasped in horror.

"Would you believe me if I said-" He began with a nervous grin.

"MONSTER!" The shapely woman shrieked, causing a chain reaction of terror as the entire cafe erupted in panic.

Shuck snatched his sunglasses back from Axel and growled.
"Thanks for the shitshow." He snarled as a man jumped out the window.

Shuck himself calmly walked outside and put the glasses back on, heading straight for the phone booth as the patrons scattered in the parking lot. Some ran for the streets, causing traffic to skid and honk in response.
 
Axel thinks quickly, running over to each person and hitting them over the head, giving them concussion and forgetting what happened. After, she casually waits outside of the phonebooth.
 
(Yeah he was wearing them the whole time XD.)

Shuck was aware of her presence, but did not care right now.

"Hey Az." He began, rubbing his neck. "No . . . I didn't get anything from Geph. This ain't about that."
He looked at the three car crashes in the nearby streets and the growing crowds of suspicious onlookers.
"I got spotted." He glared at Axel. "And I need you to call for a 5 zone mindwipe."

Police sirens joined the orchestra of noise.

"Better make that a 7 zone." He sighed, pounding his head into the glass case. "Yeah."
He nodded.
"Yes." He sighed again. "Ok. See you soon." He hung up, and kicked open the booth, breaking the door.
"You're comin' with me." He spat at Axel, leaning against the cracked door.
 
“Fine, also mindwipes don’t work on me and everybody thinks that they were hallucinating.”
 
He stared at her.
"No for this kinda stunt, you're lucky I don't kill you." He watched the police arrive. "And the fleshies ain't the ones I'm worried about hearing about this."

A sedan with tinted windows pulled up nearby. Shuck walked to it and opened the door for her.
"You've gotten involved now." Was all he said. "Welcome to the real war."
 
Axel tied her hair back and grabbed her machette. “Who do I have to kill?”
 

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