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

Libi just stared at him for a few moments, before busting out laughing. In all actuality, she was giggling her ass off. Even to the point of doubling over the Indiana Jones-wannabe had a demon of raw lust in a giggle-fit over him. Eventually, she straightened a tell-tale smile playing on her lips. Quite akin to one that someone in-on an inside-joke would have. Oh, man. Food, really? Slowly, she stiffled her giggles, and turned her gaze to appraise him. Food, while indeed, giving you energy, will do 'naught but the same effect that blinking would do, for a sleep-deprived Primeape. Unless, of course, it's cooked of delicacies not known to this world.But that would take time, and... , she paused, gesturing around at the trash bags and alley-way around them. ...I'm not exactly in a kitchen. Besides... Libi grimaced, and waved her hand, as if passing along something disgusting. ...That deep-fried, processed disgusting-ness your kind has grown accustomed to, will more-often-than-not drain your energy, than replenish it. Only demons of Gluttony can feast off from that successfully. As to many regeneration... , she paused again, and frowned now. ...It's like meditating, I suppose. Concentrating your energy into a more bountiful form, called Mana. It not only lasts longer, but you can store much more of it. With time, and training, you'll be able to do it while you sleep. Abruptly, however, she stood up, and a smirk came to her lips. No, what you need is a good fuck, right now. And your first lesson, that comes with it. However, she began to dissipate slowly this time, from the feet-up. ...It won't be from me, however. You're going to practice your first, and one of your best--for use on mortals, and lesser-Mythics--skills. Charm. As her body faded from sight, she pointed across the street, to a small-town coffee shop,that had a closed sign on the front. It was one of those classy nighttime establishments, of the type that brewed quality over quantity, and could truly be considered a treat. Inside, someone could be seen moving around. The day shift, making supplies for the night? There's your quarry, Jones. Go find some treasure. , her voice taunted at him mockingly, as she completely disappeared. He would feel her presence inside of his head, but she remained slightly recessed, as if resting. If you truly feel as if you're stumped, I am here. Just try not to abuse your cheat-sheet. You will need to learn this yourself. ----- Inside the coffee shop-- Mocha Stars -- a lone female was moving about with a broom working, despite the closed sign on the door. Indeed, she was cleaning it seemed moving about the standard coffee-shop interior. Much akin to a Starbucks, with it's stools, and island-tables. Yet, there was a deliberately dim mood-lighting, and the coffee-counter had stools among it quite similar to a bar, with a barista serving as barkeep, during the nights. As far as non-succubi goes, the girl was decently alluring. She seemed to be quite the nerdy type. A rich brown braid flowed down her back, contrasting cutely with a perched pair of glasses, and freckles of the same color as her hair. Her skin was a soft, milky-smooth white, and she was a bit on the short side at 5'7. She wore a simple uniform a white apron, scrawled with the store's name, over a soft green blouse--matching the deep emerald spheres beneath her lenses-- and a contrasting, yet hair-fitting pair of beige cargo-shorts. Quite the fashionistic type, even if she looked like a nerd. To her small feet, Japanese-style sandals guarded from the ground. A soft, melodic tone of a whistle was drifting along the warm atmosphere. She swept to-and-fro, gathering the rooms' dust into a pile on the floor. On the front of her apron was plastered the label of, 'Jess' amine.