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How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

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How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

Post by Chellizard on August 8th 2018, 11:18 pm

The sky was blue, a bright shining sun beaming down to warm up the windy city. It had been quite some time since Tyuki had been back in Chicago. She had finally come back to see her uncle Nathaniel, his townhouse being her main base of operations.

You see, there had been a few pop up issues around the town. Lots of witnesses saying they had seen a small girl with stark white hair in a purple leotard stealing things, or sabotaging events, gatherings, and even a birthday party. Tyuki was not the smartest girl, nor the brightest crayon, but she did know that it was clearly her arch nemesis: Dreamweaver. Or, well, that's what she called her.

"I'll be back later!" calling up the stairs to the main area in the townhouse, she heard a grunt of approval from her uncle.

Running down the stairs, she made sure she had her bag with her phone, a notebook she had scribbled down the addresses for the places that were sabotaged, and lastly, a compact that housed her suit made of nanobots courtesy of Bliss. The outfit was solely created for looks, and did not aid Tyuki in any way. It was just her super suit for when she needed to put it on to kick some criminal butt!

Stretching her hands above her head, she would let out a yawn. The sun was up, but it didn't mean she had slept all that well last night. She was tired, but she also wanted to get to the bottom of this. Her first goal was to seek out any bars that looked shadier than normal. That would require her to hail a cab and ask around for the best places to visit. The driver was confused as to why she would want to go to a bar at this hour, but she had to get started early!

Tyuki would pay the driver generously to wait for her at each stop to ensure she had a ride. She could have just flown around, but that would have brought a lot of unwanted attention. She hadn't made a bit debut to show that Eclipse, the winged heroine was back. She had just done a few things here and there, bringing justice to those that needed it promptly.

At the fifth bar, she came across a couple of rugged looking fellas that informed her that there was a guy that could probably help her track down whoever was causing a ruckus. They called him a supernatural detective, and he was for hire. No one had a card, but they mentioned a few places he liked to hang out. Tyuki made it her goal to start looking for him.

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The day turned to evening with all the travelling she had been doing, and it was time to take a nap or something. She was quite tired, but she knew that trouble never rests, so she shouldn't either.

"C'mon Tyuki. You can do it. Just, keep going." She slapped herself on the cheeks gently and wiggled to wake herself up.

"Alright. So. Hmm..." she was standing at a corner, waiting for her brain to line up with what she had planned. Her goal was simple: find this mystery supernatural detective, use them to find Dreamweaver, and crush Dreamweaver.

As her mind was thinking of beating Naomi's face in, and enjoying it to boot, she would walk toward one of the last bars on her list. It had a nice door, it was pure black with a slightly glossy finish. The handle had a crystal for the knob.

It opened into a smaller hallway with what appeared to be a coat check. There was no person behind of it.  A single sign that looked very, very old was sitting on the desk in a small frame. It read, 'Leave your coat at your own risk.' The coat closet looked like it was endless, a singular lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It would flicker every now and then. Raising a brow, Tyuki would walk forward, the hallway feeling a bit longer with each step before she finally reached the door. She opened it and walked into a bar with some of the meanest looking people. One of them was wearing a Jack o Lantern mask with a wicked smile on it's face.  She felt very, very out of place here.

She had on a simple white shirt and a pair of black shorts. Her feet were tucked into a pair of black boots that came to her ankles, and her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had bangs brushed against her brows, and a pure look of innocence on her face. She would scan the bar a for a few more moments and sigh. There was a man behind the counter with a shotgun, and the entire bar seemed to be covered in a soft orange glow. There were no lights in the ceiling. In fact, she wasn't sure if there was a ceiling at all.

Walking across the room, she approached the bar and sat down, clearing her throat to get the bar keeps attention. He had on an old denim jacket that looked to be a mechanic jacket. It read 'MAC' in script over his right breast pocket.

"Seems a little bird wandered in here." he said, his eyes not looking up from the gun he was cleaning.

"I'm just trying to find someone. I need to teach them a lesson." she said, being quite honest.

"Ahh. An act of revenge. Well. This one is on me." he said, a glass appearing on the counter with a dark amber liquid swirling into it from the bottom of the glass.

Tyuki realized she was in some sort of nightmarish place. Maybe she had fallen asleep. She pinched herself and let out a little yelp before reaching for the glass.

"Uhm. Thanks. But, uh. What is this place?" she asked, looking down at her cup. She then looked up and realized there were a few signs littered around of the place. Three of them were in languages she spoke; English, Japanese, and Italian. They read 'Cause trouble at your own risk.' This must be a theme. Maybe the bar was named 'At your own risk'?

Shrugging mentally, she would lift the glass to her lips as a tremor shook throughout the bar.

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Re: How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

Post by Samael Christensen on August 9th 2018, 1:10 am

He hated The Pit. It reeked of alcohol and the faintest whiff of brimstone for anyone that knew what they were smelling for. Instead of thinking about those little details, he downed the dark colored whiskey in a single gulp. ”Another.” Was all he said to the bartender, more being poured into his little glass. Something that made it easier to forget pain. Physical and emotional it would seem, the slow healing gash in his side bothering him more and more. Luckily the black leather jacket and white t-shirt covered up the bandages stained with black blood. From supernatural detective that helped people to felon that served under an evil pumpkin demon. Just thinking about it made him disgusted, as if life just didn’t get enough of screwing him over. What else would happen, he didn’t know but hopefully it would actually be something good. Aside from his brother somehow breaking in and setting the damn place on holy fire. Honestly only two of the signs made sense to him, though one of them weren’t even in an earthly language.

Now that would have been a pain in the ass.

At least that pumpkin headed bastard could enjoy himself. He and his demon friend were the reason he was dragged into this. Glaring at his drink as if that would somehow cause it to fuse with him through osmosis. Instead the glass shattered in his rigid fingers. Sending shards of glass and droplets of booze splattering everywhere without bothering the flesh that broke it. ”Shit.” He cursed under his breath, looking down at the palm that had broken the glass for a few moments before back up to MAC who looked less than pleased with having it broken. As always he didn’t toss the cambion out, instead just returning to serving this obviously out of place girl. It didn’t take someone with an intimate knowledge of someone to know when they didn’t belong. Just looking at her he could see that she was just too pure to be in this demon bar.

So did many others. The depraved and vile could smell innocence a mile away, some of them even hungering for that. A low tremor shook the bar, another one happening but he didn’t know what brought that about. Maybe the bar didn’t quite like the pure individual that had walked in among them. A few approached her, most looking like your typical bikers types save for the fact that they didn’t look human. Strange, splotchy colored skin that stood out enough. Even still most would have confused them for woefully discolored metahumans rather than what they really were. Ignoring the fact the shards of glass were already being consumed into the floor, he stood up as the three to four men did their own kind of converging.

One of them grinned, teeth uncomfortably sharp. “Well, don’t you look out of place little lady.” His voice was rough like sand paper across the ear drums. He shivered just hearing that.

“Yeah.” One of the others agreed in a not so unique fashion.

”Alright, gonna stop you there.” He chimed in, pitch black eyes narrowed behind his shades.

”And who would you be? Lookin like some kind of douche bag with the glasses on here.” Their leader seemed to jeer, his pack of hyenas cackling to the lame joke. Samael didn’t laugh or even smile. Just letting his orange brows furrow.

”Someone who came here for a drink. Not to deal with some stupid demons thinking they could get an easy whatever.” More laughs, as if he had said the most novel thing in existence.

”Listen here pal, we don’t wanna have to rough you up.” They did. ”But if you don’t back down we’ll have to.” Morons really. They didn’t know what or who they were dealing with. MAC however didn’t look too happy with this.

”Your funeral.” A fist shot out, catching one in their jaw and sending them rocketing across the bar. Colliding with the wall with a resounding crash.

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Re: How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

Post by Chellizard on August 10th 2018, 1:52 am

The sound of glass shattering was probably something that happened in here every few moments or so. This bar was nothing like any of the other ones she had seen in a very long time. The sip she took from her glass would find it's way into her stomach, her face screwing up in disgust. She would set the cup down and clear her throat, her eyes wandering to take in the atmosphere some more.

The more she looked at the pumpkin mask, the more it looked real. The expressions that flashed over it was insanely detailed, and something told her that maybe, just maybe, it was indeed a real pumpkin head.

What in the world.

Shaking her head a bit, she felt another tremor run through the bar, sending shivers down her own spine.

Tyuki, get a grip on yourself. You've dealt with some really terrible people. Hell, you survived getting your heart crushed more times than Nagasaki had to pick itself up after a nuke hit it. Yes, that was terrible to think of, but it's true. I know, I'm horrible. I'm just a mean, meanie, big meanie head. Ugh. I'm disgusting. Mentally berating herself, Tyuki found herself taking another drink from the glass as she felt something lingering behind of her.

A gruff voice followed the feeling, and she turned around to flash a smile that was more inviting than any other soul in this establishment.

"I do look out of place, huh?" she said back, her attention turning to another individual with fiery red hair and very dark sunglasses. The male wore a dark leather jacket, dark jeans, dark shoes. Everything he wore was dark in color. It was kind of attractive.

She bit her lower lip in thought. She then shook the thought and reminded herself of her (sort of? maybe?) boyfriend Ben. He was great. He was a bit older than her, but he was great. Someone that was stable, and actually interested in her. So far, he seemed to be the most genuine person she had ever met in her entire life.

Shrugging on the thought, she would look over at the red head again and blink a bit at his mention of demons.

He had to mean figuratively, right?

She finally took a full look at the thugs looming behind of her, they had turned their attention onto Samael, making him the focus of their sneers and jabs. One of the men had shark teeth, another had leathery red skin.

They went back and forth until a fist came down to silence the rebuttals.

"Hey! What the hell!?" Tyuki would look to Mac in terror, as if asking him if he would step in. He pointed toward the signs in the bar.

Oh, right. 'Cause trouble at your own risk.'

The fight was something she probably shouldn't get involved in, but it was three against one and she knew how to punch people pretty hard!

She grabbed her glass, downed it, and mustered up the courage to actually fight without her mask on. A punch came from her petite form, one of the demons actually laughing at the sight of her coming into the fray. The laughter stopped when the shark mouth demon she punched in the gut went flying across the bar and landed with a loud thud, breaking a table under his weight.

She slowly stood back into an upright posture, a scowl on her face.

"Thanks," she said gruffly toward Samael, "but I can't let you fight for me. You don't even know me." she said, courage building inside of her as she readied to punch the next idiot that came for her.

As she was about to punch another guy in the face, shark mouth had gotten up and ran for her, his hand reaching out and grabbing her on the shoulder. His grip latched around the collar of her shirt and his fingers brushed against her collar bone. As soon as his flesh touched her's, she gasped and something triggered inside of her.

It was like pure evil had unleashed her pent up energy. Her wings erupted from behind of her and her hair and eyes became bright white.

"What the hell, man?!" she said, her voice boisterous and commanding.

Just as she was about to punch another man, the bar quivered, stopped, and then she felt a force unlike any other drag her backward toward the door, down the hall she entered through, and back out of the black door with the crystal handle. She fell onto the street, her wings gone but a few feathers on the sidewalk around of her.

"What.. the.." she said, staring up at the door. Stumbling to get back on her feet, she ran to the door and wrenched it open to reveal a regular run of the mill bar with darts, a juke box, and pendant lights hanging every six feet from chains. There were no signs in multiple languages, and no pumpkin headed demons.

Was it a dream?

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Re: How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

Post by Samael Christensen on August 10th 2018, 3:09 am

The impacted was solid reverberating up his arms, while the force sent the demon across the bar. At least he knew he wasn’t loosing his touch anytime soon. Didn’t need to hear his half siblings giving him hell for getting weaker. Even still, he felt the sting  that came from his wound jostling. That slight sensation of the wound opening once again. This was why he hated angels and their damn smiting the evil bit of things. Aside from a glare however Mac didn’t do anything, though he had a feeling he would need to deal with it later. Maybe get kicked out of the bar for a day until it didn’t feel nauseous from the thought of him walking through those doors again. It had happened more than once, which meant he wasn’t all that bothered by it. There were plenty of no name bars where he could drown his thoughts away, some of them also supernaturally inclined.

He looked to the poor woman...girl? He couldn’t tell how old she was but he could tell she was frightened by the sudden bout of violence. Not many normal people tended to react to the outbreaks of bar fights. She was cute in the way that J pop stars tended to be despite the fact if he touched her he was afraid she would break. That was how many humans were, even the greatest of body builders. Despite how much he wanted to be human he had to admit they were pretty weak. That was what made her actually stepping up to the fray a little odd, as if she could do something.

One of the demons slung a punch at him and caught his jaw. One of the barstools came to greet his body, splintering under the sudden heavy weight. A low hissing breath came between clenched teeth, Samael springing quickly to his feet while ignoring the pain. The taste if bitter black blood pilled on the back of his mouth as he noted something else.

That weak looking girl punching someone across the room.

”Well that happened.” Another fist coming, this time the cambion ducking out of the way and bringing the back of his pale hand across their face harshly. Their head went through the bar with a loud smash. He batted away a few fragments from his jacket and kicked the down demon to show they likely didn’t want to get up. These were just small fries, ones that even their lords were ashamed of. Things that he could beat without an issue. Maybe that was why they were stuck drinking their lives away in a demon bar. ”Not the first time I knocked someone out because they were being a jackass.” Was all he said to Tyuki, sounding in his own opinion a little too gruff.

Not that he minded coming off as the anti-heroic type. Honestly a younger him would have thought that was cool, but age brought with it cynacism. ”Sorry bout the bar MAC. I’ll pay ya back.”

“With what money?” Was all he said, giving him that same look he always did when he got into a fight. The doubt was so palpable that he could have smelled it like blood. That was when one of the demons ran up to the girl, grabbing her and causing a chain of events. His eyes widened, muscles tensing as he prepared to move and then the burst of light. His eyes immediately began to burn. Not just any burn, but as if divine light had been released throughout the room.

Holy shit she’s an angel.

The cambion let a low groan ripple through his throat as he was then filled with the immediate nausea and then pain. There was no chair to greet him and he collided with the floor, futile attempts to shield his eyes failing miserably. All he knew was that by the time he could see a little, the girl was already being thrown out by the bar. With fingers braced against the broken bar he rose to his feet,, a few tears welling up to his eyes and one of them streaking invisibly down his cheek.

”What’s wrong bird boy? Sad the angel girl is go..” His joke was cut off by a kick set square in the groin.

”I’m out Mac. Just throw me out wherever the angel girl was tossed out.” The bartender said nothing but uttered a gruff affirmation as he twisted the crystal bar door knob. The scent of hell gave way to the scent of Chicago, all pollution and wind. Honestly it smelled nice. Reminded him of when his adopted family would visit when they were looking forward to doing a little shopping. Emilia always loved this place.

Except he found himself looking face to face with the angel girl herself and the bar behind him had changed rather abruptly. He really hated being teleported without prior warning. It really chapped his ass. ”Surprised to see me again?” He asked sardonically, stepping through and closing the bar behind him. ”Not often I see someone of your kind walk into The Pit. So what brought an angel around? Doubt it was the atmosphere.” He questioned without preamble, already curious what was on about that. He drew a cigarette from his back pocket, and lit it with a beaten bic lighter.

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Post by Chellizard on August 11th 2018, 12:52 am

She stood there, completely dumbfounded. She had no idea how that happened, if it was real, or if it truly was a dream. She pinched herself and let out another yelp just like she had earlier. It was real.

But how?

Shaking the mental image, she would turn to head back out of the bar she had walked into and ran face first into sunglasses.

He smelled like cheap booze and almost like cigarettes? But it was actually brimstone. The stench from the Pit. She had no idea why this guy would follow her. Maybe it was to settle the score and beat her up, too. Maybe he was only allowed to beat up the other bad guys. Maybe he was out to kill her?!

Forming a wall of defense, Tyuki would take a rigid step backward and stand as tall as she could at her five feet and six inch form. She cleared her throat and sized him up, looking from the top of his head down to his feet. He was tall, a bit lanky, but the bulk of his clothes hid that fact.

She had guessed the smell of cigarettes was from the bar, but when he pulled one out and lit it up, she wrenched her nose up and furrowed her brows in disgust.

Why did he have to smoke? And why did he have to follow me? What was it with guys these days? And what the hell was I doing in a shady place like that? How did it even let me in? she was scolding herself mentally, while also interrogating herself at the same time.

His accusation would send her into a mild panic.

"Uhm, I. Angel? Pah. You're delusional, pal." she said, trying to play it off as if she had indeed been here the whole time, there was no angel, and he hadn't witnessed a single thing.

She said that, of course, with a feather tangled into her blonde hair. It was soft, and a creamy ivory color. It looked like it was an intentional decoration, but it was definitely out of place. It was just within reach and he could easily grab the feather if he chose to.

To that, her reaction would be one of a sheepish scoff, beads of sweat forming across her forehead.

"Okay. Listen. We can't just talk here in the open. I'm looking for someone, anyway. Maybe we can chat while I look for them, hm?" she asked, attempting to move around of him to get to the door. Hopefully he would make way for her to step out, otherwise she would wiggle passed him, her feet shuffling a bit until she was out of the door and back on the sidewalk.

Guessing he would follow, she would ask him a few questions once they were alone on the sidewalk.

"What was that place?" she asked, tucking a bit of hair behind of her right ear, making a better view of her face. If this guy didn't live under a rock, he could likely piece together who she was. It would take him a while if he didn't follow the Japanese pop scene as a big fan, but she had been missing for nearly a year and now the lead singer of Girl ALIVE! was showing up in places like the Pit for Christ's sake.

What had this world become?

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Re: How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

Post by Samael Christensen on August 11th 2018, 1:13 am

The womans immediate reaction of surprise was one that he expected. Even when people were expecting him they tended to react less than favorably and here likely he looked like some kind of creep stalking her. Flames danced over the end of the cigarette, bringing it to light and with a drag he felt the buzz if nicotine light his body up. A subtle sensation that for a moment let him forget the pain that was pulsing through his side. There were always more important things to worry about, like how an angel actually had managed to breach his damned sanctuary.

That was when the angel girl began to deny what she was. That likely meant she was just a divinely blessed nephilim or somehow a youngin. At the very least that didn’t mean he was dealing with someone that had the whole age to properly damn him. Also that whole smiting thing would have been a pain in his ass.

He blew a cloud through his nostrils as like a great dragon, smoke fading into the air. ”Sure you aren’t.” he said with a wry smirk, seemingly teaching out and plucking the feather dangling from golden locks. Now pressing it between index and thumb finger, feeling the texture of the cream colored feather. Even the smell of it was something that reeked of the divine. An essence that did not mingle well with the very stuff that coursed through his black blood. Finally she mentioned looking for someone, after having the bullshit stripped away.

”If you’re looking for someone I might be able to help.” With cigarette settled into the corner of his mouth Samael let the girl pass and followed. The two of them walked out the mundane bar, likely just talking about whatever without any real issue. Not like he expected people to call the cops just because they started talking about the logistics of how demons worked. People talked about far stranger in public without any of it being true. Besides, he had plenty of reasons that throw off suspicion that wouldn’t sound like bullshit.

The angel girl tucked hair behind her ear and revealed the face. One he had seen before, even if only through posters on a rock wall. Adam’s daughter had taken to listening to a j-pop band lately, so he could recognize the face from that. What was a j-pop idol doing in a demonic bar? ”You walked into a bar and didn’t even know what it was? Wow now that is a level of unlucky I haven’t seen yet.” He shook his head, tapping away the ashes from his cigarette. ”That was a demon bar. Where the things that go bump in the night grab a pint and unwind. Also where I go to drink until I forget my problems.” He didn’t let the conversation linger on that, instead turning it back to Tyuki.

”So who were you looking for? Must not be anyone good if you have to come around a place like that.” He was true enough in that statement. True monsters like himself and Jack were there. They were alone enough to speak for now, but he seemed to want to get this conversation into a walking format.

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Re: How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

Post by Chellizard on August 11th 2018, 2:07 am

She would smooth out her hair a bit, her bangs were kind of all over the place, and her ponytail had slipped out. She had no idea where the elastic had gone.

Using her fingers as a brush, she would pull through her hair a few times until it was a bit more tamed and she let it fall around of her shoulders, adding a nice frame to her face.

"Okay. So. That was real?!" she stopped dead in her tracks, turned toward him, and wagged a finger in his face.

"How in the WORLD did I get in there?! If something like that exists, there has to be some kind of, like, warning system to kick something or someone like me... out, right?" she took her finger away from his face and placed it on her chin in thought.

"Oh but yeah. I'm looking for someone. They're suppose to be able to help me find someone else. They usually hang out at bars, and I tried most of them in Chicago, and I guess maybe the universe told me I needed to check a DEMON BAR INFESTED WITH LITERAL DEMONS!" her voice rose in a panic as she felt her knees wobble.

Anxiety levels were rising, and something told her she needed to figure out how to get back in there and kick all those butts. They were all bad guys, right? They had to be.

"Okay. So. They like to hang out in bars, and they're good at finding people. So, let's go if you're sticking with me," she said, walking again now that she had calmed down from her mild panic attack. Something told her this was only the beginning of something crazy, though.

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As the pair walked, the three demons from earlier came trickling out of the bar with the crystal doorknob and started tracking down Samael and his new found Angel friend. Shark mouth would bring one of Tyuki's lost feathers to his nose and take a deep breath in.

"This way, fellas." he snarled, a wicked grin sneaking onto his features as he made his way down the sidewalk. The three of them were about five minutes behind of Sammy and Tyuki's trail at this point in time. Hopefully they didn't catch up.

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Re: How to Save a Life (Starring Sammy and Tooki)

Post by Samael Christensen on August 11th 2018, 1:49 pm

Samael could see that she didn’t know what she was dealing with. While it was not unheard of for a wicked human to walk into the bar, an angel unknowingly doing so was another story. He would have known considering his half brother would have been able to do so as well of that were the case. Instead that was the only place he could go where he was not constantly ambushed by the damned nephilim. Another drag, bringing with it the same temporary sensation he had been seeking. A finger wagged in his face, taking a place where nothing should have been. At least not when he was in this rare kind of mood.

”Yeah, that was as real as you or I.” he said with a small nod, turning from the angel girl and blowing the smoke from his mouth. ”As for the hows I can’t tell ya. Maybe you were doing something particularly naughty and the bar sensed that. It tends to only let the wicked in so don’t know what happened there.” He knew he was a bad person, the police knew and everyone that read the article about him escaping prison likely knew that too. Obviously they forgot what he had done. No one ever took cults seriously, until they found signs of the fucked up things.

”Demons, vampires and other creepy crawlies. The real stuff too.” He pressed down the corner of his shades, revealing what looked to be black holes where his eyes should be. Except on second glance one could see they were his eyes, lacking in white sclera and reflecting light much like any other eye. Just not looking as human as one would expect. Honestly most people tended to scream or chant verses at him once they saw the eyes. The metahuman defense rarely worked ever since people watched that damned Supernatural show.

”So you got a name for this person you’re looking for? I’m pretty good at finding people myself and I might be able to help you.” The two had been walking for what felt like minutes, Samael’s hands buried into his pockets now that the cigarette had been used up. The faint whiff of brimstone went through the air, something his senses could pick up with how sharp they were. Someone had left  The Pit the same way they did but it was faint. Enough so that he didn’t pay it much mind. Instead he was apparently helping this angel girl.

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