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

She did let him up, eventually, albeit she let him push for a few moments, to no avail. Eventually, she pulled her foot away. Yet, a moment ago, she growled at him, giving a light snarl to his snarky retort. All you need is some sleep, or a good fuck, and you'll be right back to normal. With the tone in her voice quickly softening, he could tell she was lightening up. Indeed, that gleaming red eye slowly lost it's flame, and her voice returned to it's normal sultriness. Albeit, a light tone of annoyance came with it, next. Like I said, we can see your friends. If you want to chat with them, or make sure they're ok, for whatever reason. You simply cannot mention this world to them... , she explained, gesturing out of the alleyway, where Mythics walked around, integrated with human crowds. Yet, at his next question, she growled, and brought a hand up, rubbing the bridge of her nose in that incredibly-disappointed way a teacher would speak to their student. How many times do I have to tell you, that you don't need to play by the rules. Stop thinking of how to escape, and start thinking of how to manipulate.... She paused for a long moment, and sighed again, this time leaning back against the cold stone brick of the nearest wall. She appraised him for a minute, before starting to explain, Now. Don't freak out. But you have been absorbing--no, I should say, storing-- demonic energy from me, from the moment you picked up that gun. Typically, it would turn your right into an Incubi. Yes, the male version of a succubi. You should have grown horns by the time you woke up another day or two, and the wings would have sprouted. Finally, comes the tail. HOWEVER. She said the last word rather loudly, as if trying to bring him out of whatever panicked words were filling his lungs. That's not the case with you. I can't tell exactly why, or how, but your body isn't absorbing the energy like that. At first, I thought it was, as last night, you took on the tone and demeanor of an Incubi. But you awoke with none of the signs. Your body isn't taking in the energy, and transforming but burning it. Like a source of power. You've noticed your body get stronger your voice, deeper, and your stamina increased. Look at you, just a moment ago, you ran faster than any athlete in this city. Even I don't know exactly what's happening, but it's good for you. A long pause accompanied her here, as she allowed it to sink in, and for him to form questions. Abruptly, though, she waved her hand through the air, and muttered, Save your questions till the end. I'll answer what I can then. She sighed again, and glanced down at her nails studiously cleaning them, as she continued, ...But, you're running low on the energy. I don't know what will happen if you run out, but I imagine it to be akin to a withdrawal, and your body won't be able to handle that it'll draw forth your nutrients and typical sustenance far faster than your metabolism normally would. Essentially, you'll starve yourself. That's all my best guess, but I do know some things. You can acquire energy in a multitude of ways fucking, eating, mana-generation, sleeping, etc. There's a long list, and some are better, faster, all the grander. Typically, I would just fuck you, right now, and that would restore a hefty enough portion to heal you, as well as stop the headache pulsing in your skull. A warning-signal, I do believe. Another long break, and she took a deep breath, before she raised her eyes. I'm going to have to train you teach you at least what I know, and can safely assume you have the abilities to do. Right now, I can only see one such way for you to get away from the police, without fighting, and I'd rather not give you combat-training in an alleyway, anyways. So, any questions, before we begin? She appraised him once again, a curiousness of a spark twinkling in her eyes like the start of a grand adventure. He would then notice, the symbolism between her eyes. The left one, a deep azure, was actually more purple. Like a hazy, blue-ish violet, it matched the tattoos scrawling along her alluring body. While the right one, that blazing orb of fire, matched the locks of hell that cascaded down her back. Two object sides to one body clashing, fighting, struggling amidst one another, in the most beautiful of ways.