Thread: Flirting with the Devil [Shaelinn and Dreamer-]

Lara folded her arms over her chest in a typical gesture disapproval Arcadia truly had no manners. Where was her sense of humor shipped from? Property damage and possible endangering of our lives, really funny stuff.This is a serious situation, who knows how many problems could arise from... And that was when Svenson's wide-eyed surprise helped her realize the delicious absurdity of the whole scene. She tried to keep a straight face, her expression frozen in a comical mix of unwilling amusement and desperate effort to stay serious, yet the chuckles soon erupted like a volcano. The flames of glee dancing in her eyes altered her appearance beyond belief Arcadia got a rare sneak-peek at how the girl looked when she wasn't too busy emitting waves of hostility. The shadow of suspicion cast over her face permanently vanished and for the first time, her smile seemed to be genuine, not some variant of a condescending smirk. Putting her hand over her mouth, Lara at least had the decency to try and contain her amusement, but it didn't work out much the demon's laugh was dangerously contagious. So-sorry, she breathed out between the giggles, I'll pay for that. Actually, my friend here will be more than happy to cover the expenses since she apparently bathes in cash. I'm sure she'll also include some little bonus for the trauma you went through. Right, sweetie? The mention of another training session wiped the smile off her face and she returned to her usual, almost robotic state while her performance was surely teeming with qualities needed for a good comedy show, it also had few things in common with a hydrogen bomb. The public would certainly complain if they found out that the person building a hydrogen bomb in their neighborhood was just a Chemistry hobbyist. Both magic and weapons of mass destruction demanded a perfectly professional attitude and Lara was going to accept the responsibility... At least partially. Okay, I admit a bulldozer could surpass me in the elegance department, but you could have given me better instructions than just 'try it, it's gonna rock your world.' You know, it may feel natural to you, but to me, it's like... trying to fit a toothpaste back into the tub. I'm more of a technology savvy gal, so while you consider the theory inferior, it'll probably help me to understand what the hell is going on and figure out the correct course of action. Are there any books you'd recommend me for studying? Lara couldn't quite imagine demonic scholars writing essays about thermodynamic processes during spell-casting, but she needed to know her options even though she had laughed at her foiled attempt in the spirit of a good sportsmanship, the haywire energy actually scared her a little. It was like holding the very essence of a storm in her hand and desperately trying to keep it from eradicating everything in sight. She stole a side-way glance at Arcadia was bringing her right to her workplace a good idea? Probably not. Leading one of those abominations right to the heart of their resistance screamed 'betrayal' to her, but Lara hadn't gone through the pain of acquiring her demonic familiar just so the creature could polish her boots. Beating her idiotic conscience into submission, the girl simply nodded. Yes, it starts in half an hour or so. We should get going, unless you want to stay here and spend some quality time watching holovision. Those commercials are pure art it's a shame that some random movie interrupts them every twenty minutes or so. She grabbed her black jacket from the coat hook on the wall, threw it over her shoulder and headed outside without further word. Svenson would have to do with a mere promise of compensation. Money would keep his lips shut better than cheap excuses there were certain things you simply couldn't explain and demolished wall belonged to that category. Lara's flat was in the fifth floor, but since using this house's infamous elevator equaled to suicide, the hunter opted for more time-consuming way through the staircase. Just so we're clear, I don't think I can justify having a demon as my pet. It's a touchy topic between us and a great deal of grudge is involved for some unfathomable reason, so you shouldn't probably expect tons of date invitations upon revealing your exotic descent. Most of them would probably try to unbone you out of sheer habit. You'll need some cover... A sob story tragic enough for any normal person to pity you and overlook any logical mistakes in it. Vampires murdering your whole family is a timeless classic, so I suggest something similar. The automatic door opened before them and they walked into the sun-lit street impression of a beautiful morning was swiftly destroyed by an omnipresent stench of a decomposing garbage. Any architect worth his position would probably faint from pure terror. The buildings were so pressed against each other it would trigger a domino effect if one of them was to fall down and they all shared a unique design of a gray concrete box. Grayness seemed to be a prevalent theme there for no other colors appeared there aside from occasional graffiti masterpiece on the wall unrecognized artists still desired to leave their message to future generations. And while we're talking about your cover... Lara reached into her pocket and pulled out a cellphone. Say cheese ! Mechanical 'click' tinkled in the air while the photo was taken and Lara's slender fingers instantly dominated the keyboard just like a pianist would control piano keys. A friend who's pretty much a computer wizard owes me a little favor. He'll be able to invent a human identity for you in no time from now on, your name is going to be Harmony Hathaway. Arcadia sounds too esoteric and you need to be a proper English rose, Lara smirked, not-so-secretly amused at the name she had picked. Harmony. Ha! And her English teacher had scolded her she didn't understand irony. The main rule for not blowing your cover is - and don't be surprised - avoid killing anyone, even if they drink the last cup of coffee. Murder is never an answer, unless you're dealing with the supernaturals. In that case, it is, in fact, the only reasonable answer. Don't stand out too much and mostly just observe remember what we're doing wrong so you can tell me later. In short, behave yourself or I'll be forced to use a collar and leash on you next time, Lara threatened as they walked towards the hunters' headquarters. She navigated through the streets with casual confidence of someone who could find her way with a blindfold over her eyes. After a few minutes, they stopped in front of rather unremarkable structure the same highly creative gray box. Lara waved her identification card under the microchip card reader placed next to the entrance, a green light flashed through the screen and the door to the long hallway opened. Hey, Lara, good thing you're here so early. The boss wants to have a word with you and he didn't seem he'd like to give you a promotion, if you know what I mean, exclaimed young, excitable-looking redhead in a fashionable costume who was just passing through. Oh, the girl exclaimed as she noticed Arcadia, and who you might be? I hope you're not another victim of the yesterday's werewolf attack, dearie. Lara couldn't stop the smile from forming on her lips Elena brought the much-needed motherly aspect into their little company of merry violence enthusiasts, but she could be a little dense sometimes. I believe she wouldn't have come to you in one piece if it were the case. Elena, meet Harmony, potential member of our monster-slaying family. Could you interview her for the job? Sure, gladly! We need every helping hand available. Let's go to my office, Harmy - I may call you Harmy, right? Anyway, why would you like to join us? Lara sighed inwardly and hoped Arcadia took her advice regarding murders to heart now it was too late to declare she wouldn't fit in here and drag her home. There was nothing she desired more than spying on their interview and making sure the demon wouldn't cross some line, but her duties called her elsewhere.