Thread: The Archaeologist, The Succubus, and The Gun  (LeftShield x Umbrale)

Ty eventually moved back against the wall across from her, his aching body slamming against it and sliding down until he was sitting on the ground. He chuckled to himself through the pain. Oh how quick his life had changed, Yesterday he was sitting behind a desk in a well paid job wearing a nice pressed shirt and pants. Now he was in a alley, smelling of trash with clothes that were ash stained, seemingly talking to nobody like a homeless psycho. His eyes raised and his right hand went to the back of his neck trying to rub away the migraine. No, no I don't want to see anybody. Besides I'm not exactly Mr. popular, Ron is a guy I know through work and well...there's a reason I work night shifts in a museum. He said rather embarrassed at his social standing. The only person I'd want to talk to is my sister but...honestly it's best she stay out of this for now. She's safer that way and that's all that really matters to me. I'll give her a call when we're safe and tell her I'm alive. Which you still haven't mentioned, kind of important that I know how we're getting out of here yeah? He asked before she looked like she was trying to explain math to a monkey. Even after she talked about manipulating Ty just kind of stared at her. She seemed to be looking for a light bulb to go off for him but even without the migraine he would be blank. He didn't know his or hers or this worlds limitations, it surprisingly was close to teaching math to a monkey. A tail?! He exclaimed after listening to what had happened to him. Yet she could sense he was going to get upset and shut him down before he could even speak. Storing demonic energy? It sounded like he was some sort of Doom character. Still it was hard to argue with her, he was changing, thankfully not into a Incubus. Though the most unnerving thing was that she really didn't know what was happening to him either. He wanted to bitch about it, at the moment he blamed all of this on her even though he was the one that picked up the gun. He wouldn't yell though, not now anyway. Libi made it pretty clear she wasn't putting up with shit right now with her demonic performance. So it's killing me, sounds about right for a demon gift. He said quietly, not out of fear but rather his head was pounding. He could still go on but it was just getting annoying now. What is mana-generation? Every damn answer brings a new question. Alright, so I'm some sort of demon super hero and if I use my powers to much then my body will eat itself. So I need to eat, we pick up some protein bars, grab some chicken and my head will stop beating like a two a.m. rave yeah? He ignored her other options, specifically sex. She was going to have to force him if she wanted back in his pants. After last night and what came from it he didn't want to exactly power her up so she could do some other stuff. As far as he was concerned until shit calmed down, he understood what was happening to him, and he could trust her, he was as celibate as a castrated monk. Ty pushed himself to his feet and looked both ways down the alley before shaking his head. I got a lot of questions Libi but as you pointed out this ain't the time or place. Let's just do your thing so we can go, I can get some food, and I know that I'm away from the pigs. He walked a bit closer to her and watched as her eyes lit up like dancing lights. He found himself thinking about how beautiful she was, how amazing her eyes look and just how great a quickie would be in the alleyway. Then he got angry at himself, knowing she could read his mind. He wanted to stay mad at her and he was but this damn migraine was busting his thought process in two. So with pain in his head, little trust in his partner, and a set of powers that every young boy dreams of he braced himself for what was about to happen. Though he had to admit, maybe he was finally getting his Indiana Jones adventure. ------------------ The officer that had let Ty go walked through the halls of the LPD, heading toward the back. He dug around in his pockets before pulling out a key that was made of brass, at the top of the key a closed eyeball image was finely crafted. Though as the officer pushed the key into the door the seemingly fake silver eye opened and glared at who was using it. After a conformation it closer and the door opened. The officer quickly went through and shut the door behind him. On the other side of the door was a dark empty room except for a large circle table with a crest in the middle that showed twelve images across the floor. The officer walked forward into a dim light, his form jumped and shifted like a TV with bad signal. Soon a lanky black creature stood in it's place with empty large white eyes and a white jagged line where it's mouth should be. Changeling, did you succeed at your task? A deep voice bellowed out. The changeling seemed to cower and shook his head. The man, he fled with the gun. It seems to be changing him. He ran inhumanly fast and sensed the explosion. The sound of a fist hitting steel hard enough to dent it rang through the room causing the changeling to recoil. Fool! The longer he has the gun the more power he may develop! Need I remind you how hard it was to take it from it's last owner? Do you not remember Nevada? A softer but equally scary voice rang out. Calm yourself....It is still very early in the process. We have much time before he becomes a real threat. You will kill the police chief, take his place. Continue with the plan, make sure the gun wielder cannot show his face among the humans. It'll narrow down where to find him. But sir, the succubi, aren't you afraid she'll teach him? The changeling asked taking a step back in case he angered his masters. Her? She won't know what's happening for a long while. Like he said, we have plenty of time. In fact, I volunteer to be the first to hunt them down, and the last. I will bring the man's head and the six shooter. Besides, it's been so long since I've seen my dear sister.