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

She was stunned for a long moment, her eyes widening in surprise. Libi hadn't, in the least, expected him to snap at her to shut-up. The succubi seemed frozen for a long moment, unable to move, or think past a few thoughts. Sanctioning her thoughts almost subconsciously, to hide them from him, she contemplated, His body rejected the energy? No, no, that wasn't just right... he certainly absorbed it, but it seemed spent now, as if he never had.. . For but a moment, a flash of surprise, almost mixed with horror, flashed over her countenance. But that simply couldn't be. That meant he... no, best to not dwell on that, for now... Instead, she scowled at him, her lips curling into a slow snarl, before it flashed away. A quick glance up at the building, and she was prompt to dissipate into thin air. Then came the confrontation with the officer--which she wouldn't have allowed, had he gotten any closer--before the building blew. A concussive wave had hit the immediate area like a blanket, but she was glad that Ty seemed to have sensed it beforehand. Interesting. So he still retains some... but it's depleting. He expends it, to... hrm. Thoughts disaligned, and confused, she could only hypothesis for now. She'd have to do some research, before she came to conclusions. But now wasn't the time for that. Watching him dash around, was rather humorous, and while she managed to stifle a mind-giggle, if she was solid, she be'd be smirking her fine ass right off. Libi let him run for a short while let his mind run amok with the confusion and exasperation that he was due. Eventually, however, he came to an alleyway, set back between two shops, with an overhang, so as to make it rather dark. There, the succubus materialized in front of his quickly moving body. There was something noticeably different, however, as her feet hovered but a foot off the ground. That red eye of hers, but one of the two, was gleaming with a furious, heated fire. Anger a blaze of fury that could stop a bull charging, in it's tracks. Rather unluckily, that wasn't what stopped Ty. Rather, her hand flashing up, in a savage backhand to his face, was. the impact had a massive amount of force behind it sending him, at the very least, directed towards the alleway, stumbling into it. She dissipated, and was quick to join him in it but a moment later appearing before him. Any normal man would have been killed by that blow, any medical official could have guessed. Yet, somehow, it didn't snap his neck like a twig. Whatever she had done to him, had strengthened his frame. It would certainly bruise--and that ache in his head would have doubled-- but he wasn't dead, for now. Continuing to hover off the ground--and with that one eye the only thing gleaming noticeable in the dark alley peering down at him with--she moved over him. One foot came down to rest on his chest a deliberate, dominant force of insistence, that kept him pinned to the ground without an effort. She seemed to almost patiently wait for him to recover having nowhere better be. When he recovered his senses, she would begin. From her lips, came a voice, unlike that he had heard last night, something rather frightful in nature, with the dark tinge of something unholy. Listen here, boy . Libi--or the thing that possessed Libi, his human mind could hypothesise--growled down at him, ...Calm your ass down. You didn't bother to listen to me last night, but you sure as hell will now. Another pause, to let that sink in, before she added, ...Yeah, think of tossing that gun away. Think of ditching me. We'll see how long a human-- a measly human-- lasts, when the Mythics notice you can see them. Face it, boy , you need me. This time, the silence lasted for a few moments, and her foot pressed down just a bit, enforcing her lead upon him, by the pressure against his chest. Eventually, it let up just a bit, and she continued, ...As I said last night the rules of this world don't apply to you. Play your cards right, and you can bend the mortal world to your whim. Play them wrong, and you'll find the end of the Mythic food-chain. Yet another pause, and her gaze twisted, glancing behind her, before that one illuminated orb swung back to him. We can see them, if you wish, but your friends cannot help you. If you drag them into the world of Mythics--by telling them of what they cannot see--they will die. Or suffer a fate wore than death. Do you understand?