Hunting what caused our destruction | Private with Spirit~Flame

Taffy · Jan 22nd 2016

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A City in Chaos
Demons causing Havoc
Boy isn't this fun

Set in the time of Victorian London, Death, Rats, Plague, Thievery, Aristocratic households and demons are what make up the fine capital. Demons run around the city causing destruction at every turn and actually manage to steal from the wealthy households which dot London. Though we do have those who dedicate their lives to hunting down the vermin. Running amount the rats are demons and Hunters. Hunters and Demons have always been enemies no matter what. It has just always been a way of life for the two societies.

Not for long anyway, since one hunter in particular just might fall for the devilish charms of a demon who he was assigned to bring to justice.

The Hunter:
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Zacharie Phelps
Age: 24 years of age
Rank: Front line supernatural hunter for the Imperial Demon Defence Army of London, Ex Aristocratic
Main weapon of choice: His trusty Whale Oil Powered Pistol
plus a few other gadgets set for exterminating demons and sometimes humans a like.
Outfit of choice: His chosen clothing
minus the hood or prefers to wear a black frock coat, black slacks, boots, black gloves and dress shirt.

Spirit~Flame · Jan 22nd 2016

OOC be back, dinner!

Taffy · Jan 22nd 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:225px; margin-top:-5px; height:200px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 50px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px;][size=11px] Ouch, there went his hearing for a couple of seconds. The ringing blasting through his ears was enough to send Zacharie back a few steps. That was his fault for standing do close to a freshly fired cannon causing an extremely loud sound to erupt throughout the clearing. Snapping his hands to cover his ears, Zacharie Phelps looked around the compacted walls of London. The Imperial Army of Demon Hunters had currently asked him to accompany a bunch of trainees on a hunting mission which would test their independence and how they would work as a team. The white haired young male standing at 176cm looked around at the much younger boys who were stiff and ready to group up around the hiding place of a demon. The only description which they were given was that it was a male, yellow eyes, dark hair and mocha coloured skin. Currently, the demon was hidden in a building with its doors and windows locked thanks to the ability of the supernatural creature. Gosh this would make things a lot harder for the group.

"Keep your distance, you don't want to rush in there without a proper plan of action. Who taught you guys anyway" Zacharie muttered to the boys around him. The man named Zacharie held his saber close to him, the blade digging into the ground with its handle firmly held in his hands. So far, they had managed to bust a whole in a wall just in the side of the small building, a great way to enter, cornering the demon. "Elliot, George and Phillip, head in after me" he called to his supervised teens who only nodded and began following him through the gap in the wall, making their way up the small flight of stairs which the demon was currently hiding at the top of. "John Quincy Manilla, you have been chosen to be hunted by the Imperial Guard for the thievery of Duchess Steele. Face your extermination with dignity and please make our jobs easier by staying still" Zacharie called on the outside end of the door, the demon named John on the other side.

Since there was no answer, one of the cadets kicked down the door, only to find that the demon had made its way over to the window sill, looking down and seemed as though he was going to jump. A smile curled on Zacharies lips as he stepped forwards, gun ready in his hands and aimed at the creature. Before he could actually shoot, John fell out the window, disappearing into a puff of black smoke. Zacharie could only rush to the window and stare down, uttering a swear which truely meant that he was angered by the turn out of the hunt. That meant that the hunt was over, thanks to the suicide of a demon who was impaled on a steel gate. Whatever organism that was nearby would definitely feel the drop of the temperature, showing that a demon had met its demise.

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Spirit~Flame · Jan 22nd 2016

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Raven Evanesce
Age: 22
Rank: A first class demon, she out ranks most that dwell this helish place leaving her one of the most powerful, infamous and wanted.
Main weapon of choice:A slender dagger and throwing knives though she is also powerful enough to have elemental powers and a semi demon form that can be conjured even in the human realm. Though this takes a great deal of energy.
Outfit of choice: A slender jet black trench coat, worn boots, a red scarf, a simple black shirt and worn black pants. Not usually what a woman of this time would wear. She often wears a hood over her face.

IC
A small smirk spread across the young woman's porcelain features as she heard the fire of a cannon, she could almost smell that sweet smell of gun fire. Purple eyes mostly hidden under her long devious eye lashes, the demoness was perched a top a chapel, ah how she loved harassing these peasants and all their feeble tries to rid themselves of this strife. Little did they know how beautiful the darkness was for them, it took it all away and it fed her. A win, win, right? She chuckled slowly under her breath, standing up, she ruled this town and she felt invisible. Though her senses caught the loss of a demon, shame.. Guess those humans would now need to pay.

"Time for a little fun" she whispered in an eerie and yet enticing voice, it almost seemed to lull a sense of calm and danger at the same time. With that she was off, cloak like coat steaming out behind her as she bounded over roof tops, slowly creeping forward as she stuck to the shadows, unearthly purple eyes glinting like a hungry animal as she regarded them. So much fresh meat.

Using the speed only a demon could possess, she whispered past the group of students who had strayed a little too far from the only being who could be a nuisance. That white haired male, soft laughter bouncing around at their clear alarm before she crept up behind one of the more whimpy of the group, leaning so close he could feel her cool breath against his earlobe as she took a soft breath "run..~" the young woman whispered, loving each shade of white as the colour slowly drained from him. She looked up at the man with a sly glance, tilting her head almost playfully. Before she vanished, not a trace left other than a half opened deep purple rose, a speck of colour and seeming beauty in such a ravaged world.

By this time Raven was gone, sitting with perfect ease and balance on the thick and sturdy branch of a dying tree. Swinging her legs lightly as she laughed to herself, ah how she loved life! The thrill! The terror, they were just toys, means to satisfy her restless boredom. Sometimes it worked like tonight but on most occasions her boredom and that feeling of something missing when it shouldn't threatened to drive her to insanity. The moon was high in the sky by this time, a full moon, tonight she was at her most powerful, her eyes almost seeming to glow with the power and light of the moonlight.

She eased herself down with a muffled rustle, stuffing her hands into her pockets, she was so restless, she longed for amusement, entertainment and a challenge. Perhaps it was time to raid a few houses, the thought brought a devious smirk to her dangerous lips as she walked among the people, looking every bit a human with her hood concealing her eyes.

Taffy · Jan 22nd 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:225px; margin-top:-5px; height:200px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 50px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px;][size=11px] Zacharie kept his strange red eyes on the boy who had been personally spoken to by the sudden appearance of a demon. The colour from his face had completely disappeared and one of his friends had to jump behind him in case the boy fainted from the encounter. The white haired male tsked at this and looked down at the purple flower which had been left behind by the demon who had graced them with her presence. He narrowed his eyes and walked over to it, stomping down on the token before glaring out the window and holstering his pistol. "Demons think they own our city. Bloody wretched beings they are" he spoke outloud, almost shouting at the wind out of annoyance that he had allowed a demon to get away with mocking him. Hatred spread through his limbs as he began pounding down the stairs, raising a hand and clicking his fingers to signal for his 'squad' to move along with him. They needed to head back to their headquarters so that Zacharie could dump the trainees back at their dorm rooms and tend to his own business. He really didn't have the time to be leading pointless watches.

Once they walked down the streets of London, their path illuminated by the moonlight, Zacharie stopped his stride and looked to the younger boys. "Tonight you are to think about how much more terrifying it is to have those creatures run our city rather than being terrified of dying or because a demon snuck up behind you" he spat, probably making the one boy who already looked like he was about to faint feel incredibly embarrassed. The lead hunter didn't care if the boy felt sad or embarrassed, he was doing this so that they could somehow get tougher rather than quivering at the sight of what they were supposed to fight. Boys like them all had their own stories with demons, that's why they joined up with the Hunters society. They needed to learn how to deal with those feelings as soon as possible before it was too late and they were stumped on what to do in a situation where an actual demon attacked.

It was a simple job really, take a few trainees out and show them what a real life life or death situation was like and then head back. For Zacharie, these operations were the worst. They drained the young man of his patience and made him feel as though he wasn't doing what he was supposed to. And that was hunting. Once his job for the day was completed, the hunter headed on out to the small towns littered with stalls and houses of all kinds. Either he was patrolling or simply having a good time, he didn't care. Being a hunter meant that you were Shion quite some respect. Hell, some people even talked to him about his adventures, making Zacharie feel somewhat relived afterwards because telling his stories almost doubled up for venting out the stress of fighting and killing humanities nightmare. If he was still a child, he would consider his kind of personality a 'hero'. That wasn't the case nowadays.

As he walked down the small pathways he felt a sudden chill. Something that was far too familiar to him. Demons often gave off that presence, cold. Since the hunter always carried about a million weapons on him at a time, he didn't need to feel worried. If a demon sprung him from behind, BAM, silver bullet to the forehead or chest. Taken by surprise by two demons, Zacharie had enough blades to get him out of that predictament. Enough training had gotten him this far after all. Right now, he needed to keep his eyes peeled for any signs of an abnormal being walking amoungst the crowd. Any figure walking oddly, walking in a different fashion to the others or heading towards a building suspiciously would spike the White haired males suspicion.

His hand flew to one of his many pockets in his black frock coat that covered his regular outfit and wrapped his hand around a throwing knife. These were enough to tranquillise a demon for a short time, enough for Zacharie to end their life or subdue them even further. Zacharie narrowed his dark red eyes and followed almost everyone's movements.

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Spirit~Flame · Jan 22nd 2016

She sensed him, in the same way he sensed her. Perhaps she could hold off the raiding for the mean time and toy with this young man? That seemed like fun for the moment, letting her silky black hair fall slightly over one of her eyes as she quickened her pace only just slightly, shadows flickering with each step. Only enough for the trained hunter’s eyes to notice, not any of the mortals around her. She was different to most, in all honesty she appeared more just seeing it all as fun and joke rather than evil. She wasn’t killing those around her or even pushing them, merely deftly weaving through them. Once clear of the crowd, she saluted the man with a c*cky grin, only her jaw visible along with her upturned lips.

Before she took off at a human speed sprint, hoping he had taken the bait. He sparked her curiosity for whatever reason, she was drawn to his own simple mortal power he appeared to possess. Leaping around a corner and ducking down, only to appear behind the perusing male with a light laugh. “Aren’t you too cute to be a hunter?” She purred ever so softly, tilting her head and folding her arms across his chest.

She yawned lightly and in put on boredom, every movement elegant and smooth though her face still hidden under than her eyes which glinted in the silver light occasionally. For now she seemed to make no move to attack or appear to have any intent, merely toying with her prey. “It’s a beautiful night? I’m surprised a hunter like yourself doesn’t have a female on either arm for company on your night walk?” Her voice so smooth but still dangerous and tauntingly almost seductive.

“I see you disrespected my trade mark, you should know they are very rare flowers. One of rare few that can withstand the touch of a demon. I hope your class enjoyed their up close experience” she tisked, almost holding a scolding tone. She drew a blade, silver glistening as she lightly drew her tongue gently down her weapon. “So, shall we play?” The girl lunged at him, aiming a mock slash to him, still toying with the young man.

Taffy · Jan 22nd 2016

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Instead of side stepping of jumping back, Zacharie pulled out a surprisingly long saber from his sleeve. A silver blade extended from the handle of the weapon and formed an average length sword. Pleasures of being a hunter was that you got the best of the best weapons distrubuted to you for the use of self defence seeing how hunters were hard to recruit and were considered extremely special to societies.

Raising the saber upwards in an extremely quick motion, Zacharie parried with her attack, holding her attack easily. Even if her slash was one that was to be mocked, he kept her at bay incase she pulled a stunt in which he wouldn't expect. "Maybe decide to choose a much better trade mark. Flowers are way too easy to destroy. Almost like your kind" he responded finally, moving his head slightly so that his white fringe moved out of his eyes and showed off that challenging glint. Instead of staying still and protecting himself, the hunter ducked a few centimetres and brought leg upwards, sending a kick towards her abdomen with enough force to send back some of the toughest demon hunters in his legion.

Okay, then was the time to jump back and survey his opponent. Zacharie angled his neck and inspected the demons body type. She seemed agile but would definitely hold strength thanks to the demonic abilities that most demons were capable of having. Though her entire persona was something else alright. She would be considered a class S or A demon in the books which his demon hunting imperial supplied, explaining the various types of demons. Maybe she was holding back a lot of power which he couldn't even imagine. Despite his observations, truely he was not afraid to fight off this demon who he was facing. He too had enough skill to fight off the strongest of demons, however he would never boast about such a thing. Like all hunters, he always had troubles that affected how he fought, but they were hard to find.

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Spirit~Flame · Jan 22nd 2016

“You’re so cute when you’re mad” she whispered as the man seemed visibly angered by everything that came out her mouth. Normally she was the silent one, but she couldn’t help it around him. Her eyes sparkling as she danced back to avoid his attacks. “You’re strong, good” she murmured, her voice almost seeming a little more serious.

“I think it’s the fact you carelessly destroy such things” she argued lightly, letting the kick narrowly miss her as she caught his leg, flinging it forward to try and throw him back. “You train hard” she observed. She smirked softly “are you trying to size me up? How few female demons have you seen? That ought to be enough” she grinned. Impressed that he appeared to hold no fear for her as she launched several more slightly serious attacks at him, circling the male.

But really, the fighting was making her bored, she didn’t feel like attacking him, yet she was drawn to him. What else was she supposed to do if not attack him? The young woman huffed softly, stepping back and returning her blade to her side, now once again concealed under her coat, well aware he may still try to attack her.

“I’d watch your step, your kind will be targeted more than ever” she murmured casually over her shoulder, offering no explanation. As she slowly began to walk off, smirking as she tossed the flower over her shoulder. A cold night breeze swept over them as she drew her collar up closer over her jaw for warmth. “I’d get to your destination and indoors soon” her voice so soft it threatened to be snatched away before she walked into the shadows at the end of the street, foot falls non-existent.

Sure enough moments later three rather high ranked demons appeared around him, muttering simple primitive things along the lines of food and how he was the thorn in a demon’s side. They were already in a mostly full demon form, blood dripping from their ripped open, teeth lined jaws. While spikes, claws, horns and twisted up bare oozing bodies completed them. As all three lunged at the man at once, a forth joining in.

Taffy · Jan 23rd 2016

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He loved the gun, the way it was made made the bullets seem like they weren't actually being fired because of how silent they were delivered. The rounds went through yet another demon who dared to get to close, hitting him into the torso and causing yet another Spurr of black to come forth. How Zacharie hated being cornered, meant wasting his valuable resources that could have been used for something else. As he thought the other two demons rounded up on him, slashing with their huge talons at his chest and abdomen.

Blood, red, warm. It oozed from the young mans skin only causing the two to get even more riled up. Great. Instead of standing around and bending over in pain, Zacharie moved at an alarming speed, taking the two by surprise. "Death, what sweet sweet sorrow" he recited from some play he had gone to with a few friends when he was younger. Another two bullets fired out, hitting yet another demon in the face. Then he brought down his saber. Thanks to how surprised the demons seemed to be at his burst of speed, the White haired boy had the upper hand at this situation. Slashing through the beast as though it was warm butter, Zacharie began walking away from the grounds, afraid that if he stayed around too much longer he would have to deal with far worse. Moving some hair out of his face, he continued his stride and made his way towards his home, his back killing him with every step he took.

"Just look at my luck, ain't it great" Zacharie murmured to himself, stepping up the few steps of his home. His house itself was fairly big, considering how much he was paid on the job of being a hunter. All he did was the money was give himself the needs of any human being, a shelter, food, soap, clothing and made sure to pay all of his taxes. It was still tiring however, using up his time to do such a pain. Opening the door to his house, Zacahrie stepped inside, taking off his coat and slipping off his boots, getting comfortable with his surroundings. He moved his hand through his hair and looked around before walking up the stairs. The hunter grabbed an apple from a bowl on his dining table and walked with a much more relaxed persona about himself. As he ate, the White haired male flopped himself on his bed and comfortably looked up at the roof. Defences were everywhere surroundings the house so he could feel safe at any given. Though this was true, blades or all kinds were hidden around his bedroom, kitchen and living room.

He thought back to the female demon he had encountered and this made his wounds seem to sting a lot more. Ow. Zacharie promised himself that he would hunt her personally, she was too strong to have wandering around the city of London. God knew just what she was capable of and what a danger she was to the civilians of his city. The hunter decided, he hated that smug look on her face so much.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Spirit~Flame · Jan 23rd 2016

Little had the young hunter known, one of the demon’s had fallen not by his hand. A deft and unearthly dagger with an intricate rose symbol embedded in it’s hilt protruded from a demon’s chest. The female had not vanished, in fact she had just betrayed her kind to cover for the man. Once sure he had the rest of the fight covered she merely stood there, tilting her head curiously, hood drawn down. Captivated as she watched him fight with fluent ease and sheer talent and strength. As the final demon fell, she watched him retrieve her throwing knife. Darn, now she couldn’t get it back! And it was her favourite too, beautifully made and perfectly centred.

Huffing softly, she slunk after him begrudgingly, really she intended to steal a meal. But first she wanted her weapon back. She watched the wounded male return to what she assumed was his home, watching him vanish out of sight. She gazed up at the established and generously large building. Narrowing her eyes, such luxuries were pointless. It seemed this was where she would be raiding tonight. Swinging herself up onto the room, hanging upside down to gently tug open a window.

Silently slipping in as she tiptoed down the hall she had entered, eyes straining for every noise. It seemed the man wasn’t moving around. Or at least she couldn’t hear him. She almost hoped he was tending to his wounds. It would be a shame if he died, he was interesting. Her eyes landed on his coat, bingo! She hoped it was still there and that he didn’t have his grubby human hands on it.

As she crouched down, setting to work to riffle through his pockets, only intent on the knife and not actually taking anything. She needed her throwing knife back. Cussing silently under her breath as the chair it hung on the back of shifted slightly, making a muffled noise. Her knife wasn’t there! The demon was actually growing agitated and uneasy now as she looked around anxiously, hoping he hadn’t heard her.

Taffy · Jan 23rd 2016

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He kept on his toes as he walked down the stairs, steps unnaturally quiet as he did so. Zacharie narrowed his dark red eyes and hung at the top of the stairs, peering at the front door only to find a cloaked woman looking around his jacket and belongings. Holding the gun close to his chest, he moved down further, yet again quietly. The hunter was quite used to this thing, people walking in and threatening to steal his belongings. Usually he scared them off with ease. Zacharie finally reached the bottom of the stairs and clicked his gun, pointing it at the back of the woman, raising an eyebrow and kept his gaze unwavering from her. "Just what do you think you are doing in my quarters?" He asked in a dangerously low voice, finger on the trigger and just barely touching it.

Staring at this intruder, he reached into his pocket with a free hand, feeling around for one of his daggers to keep as a last resort if his gun was knocked out his hand. The only handle he found did not feel like his usual hand crafted blades, instead it felt a lot different. Perhaps he picked up somebodies else dagger at the last job he had. This surprised him since he was often careful about what he picked up. Maybe he was just too in a rush to actually pay attention. Biting the inner side of his cheek, he left it for later. Right then he was focusing on the unwanted guest who was being quiet at this current moment. The White haired male hated having to do this every fort night. Empathise on the word 'hate'. Maybe if he was lucky enough, this woman could be a demon. Giving him a good fight before going to sleep. Not that sleep came easily nowadays. Maybe it would tire him out.

The presence coming from this woman was strong and strange, exactly like a demon. Damn him and his correct guesses. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Spirit~Flame · Jan 23rd 2016

The girl froze up as she sensed movement from behind her, heart stopping as she heard the all too familiar click of a gun. She slowly took a breath and released it silently, not turning to face him for a moment, the reeking smell of blood hit her nose. “You should be sitting still with such wounds. I’m here to take back my throwing knife” she stated as she turned around, hood still down to reveal her delicately featured and angular porcelain coloured face, stunning purple eyes trained on him. Laughing lightly “Oh I’m sorry, were you expecting someone else?” She laughed softly, though her eyes turned cold and dangerous. “The knife now, mortal if you please. Then I’ll be on my merry way.”

“You coulda just made it a lot easier and left it in that demon that almost cut you down from behind, you know?” She grumbled. “You’re interrupting all the trouble and chaos I should be getting into” she grinned lightly, gazing around his home quietly with a shake of her head, still not understanding the point of it all. Then again demons never really owned possessions or homes. The fact she had signature weapons that she specialised and held value to was strange enough for a demon. Then again she wasn’t a very ‘normal’ demon. That was just how the restless woman liked it.

She stepped towards him, tilting her head. “We can do this the easy way? Or the very hard way, well at least for you it will be” she smirked lightly, only advancing another step closer to him, eyes locked with his with every advancing step. Really she held little regard for actually killing humans, stealing, yes, tormenting and frightening grown humans, sure. But really she was bored and didn’t lust much after blood or violence. No, she was intelligent, not like those blood thirsty animalistic grunts.

“I don’t have all night hunter boy” she purred with a sly look.

Taffy · Jan 23rd 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 273px; height: 216px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-top: -228px; margin-left: -15px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; color: #111; line-height: 10px;]Zacharie eyed up the female demon in front of him, narrowing his eyes even more as he listened to the reason as to why the demon had 'graced' him with her presence. Honestly, he had had enough of this demon today. His red orbs met hers and he dug into his pocket even further, obtaining the weapon which he had in his possession. Was it wise to give the blade back to this demon at that moment. But hey, it was hers and Zacharie had some kind of courtesy for the feeling of personal belongings, just look at his house.

The hunter looked down at the weapon now in his hand. It was a very unique weapon to be holding and he quickly turned it over to inspect how it was sculpted. He hadn't seen many knives looking like this around. Looking back to the demon before him, his jaw tightened and a sigh escaped his lips. "That all you want? Or are you just waiting for a chance to attack me whilst I'm not prepared for such an action?" He asked skeptically. With how close the demon had ended up next to him, the barrel of his pistol had ended up just inches away from her forehead.

"This is actually a really pretty knife. Why would I want to give it up?" Zacharie allowed a slight smirk to enter his mouth as he glanced down at the weapon in his hands. Despite his words, he wouldn't really have much use for the Rose themed dagger. A fight in his own home wasn't really what he was looking forward to. Hell, imagine the mess such a quarrel could create. He didn't need that at the moment. Glancing over at a clock on the wall he mumbled something and with a small movement he flipped the knife so that the handle faced the demon, holding the blade between two of his fore fingers. "Take it and leave before I actually get the energy to fire a bullet or two into that little pretty head of yours. Those purple eyes of yours would make a fine treasure to keep" he added, words laced with both slyness and full meaning. He was just not in the mood really.

Imagine the look on the faces of his fellow hunters if they found out that he wasn't just shooting a find bullet into humanities worst enemy. At this moment the two were out of the time of war, really this was just free time that Zacharie didn't want to ruin. Plus he was already wounded and weak from his previous battle. He even felt warmth spreading through the bandages which he had just recently wrapped around his body. Blood, what a mess to deal with. That bruise on his back wasn't helping either, he could practically feel the mark forming on his almost milky skin. It was riddled with war scars of quite a variation. That's what hunting powerful beings did to you, they were all treasures to show off to those who were willing to gaze upon them.

///sorry it's short, needed to head to bed
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Spirit~Flame · Jan 23rd 2016

OOC all good! Sorry this is so long!

IC
Visible relief was easy to find in the slightly younger demon’s eyes as he drew her knife from his pocket, eyeing the gorgeously crafted item. It was something she hadn’t stolen. But he would never believe that. Seeming to tense as he inspected it, glad he was at least being careful. “For now, the knife is all I want” she murmured simply. Eyes not leaving the weapon.

She didn’t seem phased by the gun pressed to her forehead, though it was annoying, she would give him that. Though his following words changed her entire aura, eyes lighting up, the candle light around them visibly shuddered, flame intensifying as sheer power radiated off her in waves. Though in a blink of her long eye lashes everything again returned to normality and calm. “Surely you don’t want to trash your home, I don’t think either of us want a fight. And really, you owe me. Had I not thrown it, you would have been in a far worse state” Not catching what he mumbled, but she couldn’t stop the smile as he held it out to her.

Glancing from the man, to the knife a little cautious now as she ever so carefully reached out to gently taking it from him. Her hand brushed against his, it made her feel strange, and it wasn’t a bad strange. It confused the demoness greatly.

“Pretty eh? No need to threaten me. After all, a demon’s gotta eat you know. Besides I think I rather like my eyes on me, perhaps keep me stuffed in the corner instead? That is if you ever manage to kill me.” As she spoke, she spun her knife casually in the palm of her hand before slipping it safely under her coat, her tone light hearted.

Raven stared down at the blood seeping through his bandages with a tisk and a shake of her head “if that doesn’t get you first” she tilted her head to his injuries. “You should try to stop the bleeding before you dress it. Ensure you bathe it well to avoid infection. As for the bruise, cold towel or even snow from outside will help, a hot rag will ease your muscles when you’re stiff tomorrow” she murmured as she turned her back on him. Well aware he still held her at gun point. She glanced over her shoulder at him, a very small, almost nervous smile over her lips. “Thank you” she murmured ever so quietly. Before vanishing out the door.

The demon walked down the slushy pavement, sighing to herself. The sweet sweet smell of bread wafted around her as she licked her lips lightly, she had a few coins and hoped it would be enough. She could tell the man was staring at her, trying to see under the hood drawn as he handed over her half a loaf of fresh bread. She nodded her head to him before silently walking on, about to take a bite when she caught sight of a rugged and hungry child staring at the loaf.

What heart she had gave out, crouching down in front of the young boy as she broke off half of it and offered it out to him. Watching the child eat in ravenously though as Raven stood up and began to leave and take a bite of her own. She heard shouts and gagging “she poisoned him! She’s a demon!” The sight that greeted her as she spun around was what she had feared, dropping the bread “the baker poisoned it?!” She exclaimed rushing forward towards the child as people tried to stop her, she could hear the approach of demon hunter but ignored it. Running up to the child, she scooped him up, managing to induce him to vomit up what he just eaten, hissing as a bullet went clean through her shoulder. “You’re going to be ok now” she whispered to the weak child, knowing it was all out of his system. Placing him back down, she was surrounded. “Can’t a girl just have some food, that isn’t poisoned?” She complained lightly, teeth gritted against the searing pain of the silver bullet.

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat but I have a night of going hungry, again.” By now she had found the weak link in the circle of hunters, power flaring up as she shot forward at inhuman speeds. Slashing down the one she had targeted, not killing him but likely leaving him out of action for a while. Dodging most of the bullets though one did graze her side opening another gash as they took up chasing the wounded demoness.

Throwing herself around corners and streets, she hadn’t seen her new favourite demon hunter, it was probably for the best since he was injured. She saw more ahead of her as she skidded to a stop, panting lightly, crimson blood with an almost glossy sheen dripped from Raven. She was done playing games, she was cold, tired, hungry and hurt. Bringing her hands in front of her, she clicked them, laughing at the astonishment as live flames danced over the palms of her hands, slamming her hands together to create an explosive and blinding light to stun them, by the time it and the smoke cleared, there was no trace of the demon aside from a few drops of blood where she had stood.

Raven watched them over head for a moment with a huff, climbing had been hell, her shoulder was killing her. But she healed faster than a human, then again this was a silver bullet so it had burned and ensured to do a decent amount of damage. She continued on, cradling her arm and limping lightly to favour her injured side, for now sticking to the roof tops for a few streets before she dropped into a quiet side street and sat down, hissing down at her growling stomach in hopes it would silence. She slowly slid down to sit on the damp and cold floor, leaning her head back against the grimy wall, just exhausted.

Soon it would be all over the news, the miracle that some street boy had survived the evils of a demon. She shook her head, well at least thanks to her now everyone would probably want to take him in just for the bragging rights, but at least he wouldn’t be on the streets.

Taffy · Jan 24th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 273px; height: 216px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-top: -228px; margin-left: -15px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; color: #111; line-height: 10px;]Zacharie glared at the door in which the demon had vanished into. Starting to look down at his wounds, he tsked. Why on earth did the demon give him advice on how to treat his own body. It made him feel like he had been played and disgraced. There was nothing he could do about it though since she was right. Standing there for a moment at least, he gritted his teeth and walked over to his mini kitchen to find some supplies to tend to his wounds once more. Taking what the purple eyed demon had advised him to do into account, Zacharie reached up to more bandages and then took a cloth from the nearest cupboard and began to soak it in water he had laying beside him. Heaving himself onto one of his chairs, he began lightly dabbing at his open cuts, getting rid of whatever blood was soaking through his skin. Red was just absolutely everywhere and it frustrated the White haired male. Once this small Job was done, he began wrapping himself in tight bandages, careful not to make them too tight or else that would cut off blood circulation and probably make him uncomfortable.

He sat there for a while, tapping his fingers on the table and narrowing his eyes down at the floor. He needed a day off from this whole hunting business. The hunter had earned himself quite a few vacation days anyway. Just before he was about to get up, he heard a rap at his door and the boy let out a sigh. "Come in!" Zacharie called over in irritation. The person who came in was one of his fellow hunters, a girl named Sonia... Or something like that. Sitting there shirtless wasn't really Zacharies main worry. But to this girl named Sonia, she just couldn't seem to get enough of staring. But once Zacharie cleared his throat, Sonia snapped out of it and stood to attention. "Demon sighting just at one of the local stalls not to far from your house sir" she reported, nodding once she was done talking. "Did it escape?" The question on Zacharies tongue was very important to him since this demon was probably the one who had just visited him.

"It was shot quite a few times but was sent running, our hunters couldn't take it down" Sonia concluded. There was a moment of silence as Zacharie put a finger over his mouth and began to think. If that was true, then the demon would be out there in complete pain, what an unfortunate way to walk around for the next day or so. An idea sparked in his mind and he looked up at the hunter in his living room. "I have a request, tomorrow morning when I head into work I would like whatever information you can give me on this demon. She seemed like a pretty strong case, perhaps Class S. Search for purple eyes and black hair and give me documentation on any demon whom fits this description on my desk"

Once this request was asked, Sonia gave Zacharie a farewell and disappeared out the door, leaving him alone. He really didn't need this much on his plate. But if that demon was still out there, then he needed as much information on it as possible. Who knows what it would do in the next week or two. Really, he had no clue and he hated this feeling. She had come into his house uninvited, mock attacked him and interfered with the hunters societies work. She wasn't to be messed with. Though part of him wondered why she would help him out earlier in the alleyway. Too many thoughts were spinning around in his head that it was making his tired. Checking the time and seeing that the stroke of midnight had clearly been so long ago, Zacharie sighed and stood up with an effort. He wouldn't think too much about the bruise on his back, usually they healed over night in his experience.

Heaving himself up the staircase and into his quarters, Zacharie sat on his bed and in due time lay back onto the pillow. Looking up at the roof, the hunter slowly fell asleep, glad to get some shut eye. Sleep was never really on his side thanks to work and the hours he got in and got out of the house. Hunters had to get up at roughly 5:30AM every morning, or even earlier, to report to the main house of operations. Then they regularly left their jobs to get home at 3 or even later in the night. Then the cycle continued. Hell, the job just kept going on and on every single day since demons were out there 24/7. The reason behind waking up early was to catch the demons in their weakest states, when the sun was out and light stretched out throughout the city. Night time was the most dangerous so that's when they gave up their searches and hunting. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Spirit~Flame · Jan 24th 2016

Really there was nothing conclusive on the woman anywhere, no records of incidents overly, no real confirmation on her powers or even her class or level. All that really could be told was a vague appearance and that she had in a sense just suddenly appeared on the radar and she was dangerous.

Raven stirred weakly, moaning weakly in pain, the cold had chilled her body in her fitful sleep of what few hours she had gained. God the wounds hurt. She yawned and clumsily dragged herself to her feet, holding her head. Could demons even get fevers? It sure felt like that’s what she had. When was the last time she had eaten? Certainly not for a few days.

The girl dusted herself down, setting out into the drowsy streets, cringing with each movement. Stupid humans and their bullets and cowardice. She licked her lips, irritated. Guess it was time to make her mark, storming up to the same baked goods stall that had tried to poison her. The girl raised a hand, summoning fire to it before letting it loose, shattering the stall and breaking down the walls of where the bread was stored, made and where the owners lived. The girl casually walked through the smoke and smouldering rubble. Proud of her destruction as she helped herself to several loaves of bread. Swiftly leaving the location at a pained sprint before the pesky hunters made an appearance.

Once again the demon scaled a tree, hiding amidst its dying branches as she tore into the bread with no mercy closing her eyes in relief at finally feeling something lining her desperate stomach. She had to be careful, feeling drained from her elemental powers and well aware her wounds still bled freely. Then again she had nothing to tend to them with. Already hearing the alarms raised from her destructive attacks. The man who had tried to poison her had conveniently been caught in the blast and injured. But once again not a soul was killed. She chuckled softly to herself, listening to the rippling effect of chaos and almost wishing she had killed the man.

Taffy · Jan 25th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 273px; height: 216px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-top: -228px; margin-left: -15px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; color: #111; line-height: 10px;]Walking down the street once more, making his way over to the large building which housed the work place of the demon hunters, Zacharie looked around and nodded to the workers behind their stalls. Though one stall in particular stood out, flames danced around some bakers shop and the man who owned it was sobbing in desperation at his home which was torn to shreds by what looked to be a demon attack. Perhaps it was by the same girl who who spotted the night before. Demons caused so much trouble around the streets, though Zacharie supposed that the humans provoked them a tad bit, making things even harder for hunters to clean up. Paying no mind to the people who surrounded the wreckage, the hunter walked up the stairs to the Hunters Society and dug his hands into his pockets, pulling out a key to open the door. It was compulsory so keep a key on you at all times because the only entrance to the building was constantly locked after somebody entered or exited. It was a great form of security to keep out the unwanted.

Once this routine action was completed by Zacharie, the White haired man walked on over to see a fine list of purple eyed and dark haired demons who had been spotted over the last year or so. Exactly what he requested. Seating himself at the wooden desk where he kept his research, the boy set to work looking through each individual page carefully. He moved past all the male demons and instead searched only the females, seeing how the demon who had caused the most trouble over the last day was in fact female. Though even after all this trouble, Zacharie could not find anything on the demoness and it was quite frustrating. "Where are you.." a whisper escaped his lips as he stood up and made his own way to the Hunters files of demons which were documented. Surely there was something, anything. Searching through filed upon files which lined finely crafted wooden shelves, Zacharie pulled out one specific file named 'August', the name of the current month.

Flicking through each piece of parchment slowly, reading up on the demonic acts of crime, Zacharie noticed a reacurrance. A cloaked female with what seemed to have purple eyes was usually seen wandering the streets of London. A red stamp was right by this description, stating that this demon was not to be messed with thanks to how strong her very presence was. Danger, that's all there was to know about her. Closing the file and sliding it back onto the shelf in irritation, Zacharie gave up on the research for now, making his way over to a board which had written down the jobs which certain hunters were to fulfil for their next week or less. His jobs were usually about a fairly dangerous set of demons who were murdering or destroying the families of aristocratics. His job was only fair since Zacharie had knowledge about the many households of the rich since Zacharie Phelps once lived with his parents who owned a rather successful business.

But such an aristocratic family had to end somehow. Demons had swarmed the place once night when Zacharie was out hunting at the age of 17. He came back to shredded walls and shredded family members and staff. Wasn't a very pretty thing to see. Though, the hunter didn't dwell on this past. He only used it to his advantage, giving him the knowledge that he had today on how the city of London worked behind closed doors.

Picking out one job assigned to him, Zacharie exited the huge building, barely acknowledging the presence of any of the hunters who roamed around. Honestly, he was not in the mood for conversation. Keeping his gun and sword close to him, the hunter walked down the various alleyways and towards a few areas which demons were regularly sighted either sleeping or hanging around like a normal human, trying to fit in for the day time. Zac found it rather old with his form of investigation. But it was practically the only way to hunt down anything. Knowing the streets all too well, it helped him out quite a bit. Being a hunter meant being left alone by passerby's who let him do his job without interruption. So it was always a relaxing job which required no speech or explanation to the others humans of the city. Meant getting he job done heaps faster. Still, Zacharie thought back to the purple eyed demon who had somehow slipped through the documentation of the Hunters. It was almost like she never existed in the first place.

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Spirit~Flame · Jan 25th 2016

Her meal soon finished, the girl sighed miserably, her wounds hurt. It wasn’t something she was used to, she had placed herself between those bullets and that kid and she hated herself for it. But she had still done it despite knowing for practically the first time she would be wounded. Fellow demons had said these bullets hurt, but that felt like an understatement and the blood loss was making her weakened further on top of it being day. “Damn” she breathed weakly, dusting the crumbs from her hands and lips before clumsily dropping down with a small gasp of pain.

The girl came to a decision, she would steal the medical supplies she needed. God all she wanted was fresh clothes, to bathe and tend to her wounds. She wondered what it was like to have somewhere warm and safe to sleep each night, walking through the milling crowds, she wandered towards the higher end of the city. She felt like stealing from some more luxurious hit areas, they would undoubtedly have what she required for her injuries. But they would perhaps even be out and she may even manage to get some rest. Soon her silent steps fell onto the far greater kept and preserved cobble stones, the air itself just felt cleaner. But all these people were shallow and horded what they could, turning their backs on all those suffering around them.

Truth be told it infuriated the girl, sitting down on the curb quietly in shadow. For now just taking in her surroundings, waiting for a target. Ah, perfect. A noble family clearly packing up to go away for an outing, some snooty over aged rich man and his shallow far younger counter part. She licked her lips in anticipation as they withdrew from sight. Lunching forward and entering from the side of the house out of sight as she smashed a window, ignoring her cut up hand, it was nothing compared to what she was dealing with in regards to her other injuries.

Raven gazed around herself quietly, far, far too exquisite for her tastes but hey beggars can’t be choosers. The girl walked with each step filled with authority, shoulders back and chin high. For now she owned the place, running her hand along a shelf and listening to all the china that fell in her wake as she knocked it off. Taking her time to explore each room and trash items here and there, examining the outfits of the woman, she had to admit. Some were pretty nice, perhaps she would take one. She had never had any choice on her outfit, this was all she had.

With a reluctant sigh she backed up, first she needed to tend to her injuries. Grabbing the expensive bed sheet and tearing a corner from it to use as a rag as she helped herself to the first aid kit in their bathroom and a bowl from the kitchen. Seating herself on the bench in the kitchen as she slid off her cloak and placed it beside her, tugging off her black tunic so she was down to nothing but her under garments, pants and boots, she set to work cleaning the perfect bullet hole that rendered her left arm mostly useless and then the gash along her side. For now her defences were completely down, placing a wooden spoon between her teeth to bite down on as she disinfected her wounds giving the occasional muffled noise of pain.

Taffy · Jan 26th 2016

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Though was it wise to leave your home completely unoccupied with demons hanging around every corner? Sometimes humans weren't that smart. The male didn't given much care to this however, wasn't his house. Some lucky demon probably had the chance to raid it. Then more work would be given out to hunters... He garunteed that somehow Zacharie would be given the job of exterminating the demon who had caused the break in. Sighing, his steps retraced back to the house which the family at exited from. Couldn't hurt to walk on over and make sure that the door was locked and that no windows were broken. Damn his curiosity.

Unholstering his gun, Zacharie walked up a few stairs towards the front door, twisting the doorknob is assure himself that it was locked. And it was, what a relief. Smirking in relief that this could possibly be a good thing, his mind wondered about the many windows that covered the walls of the house. Maybe he would inspect them to waste some time. Whatever time really. So, walking down the side of the house, Zacharie checked each window pane, seeing that they were closed shut. However, he saw shattered glass over at one of the further Windows. Biting the inside of his cheek, he moved towards this only to find that the window was smashed big enough so that a person could climb on in. Grimacing, the hunter looked through the window by poking his head in and saw some wreckage already. Wasn't he in luck? Stepping through himself, Zac hissed at a cut caused by some of the excess glass, cutting his leg slightly. Enough to sent a shiver through his body.

Finally inside the house, the hunter began walking down the hallway quietly, careful of his steps. He could hear rummaging further into the house and knew for certain that this was where the break in was currently. Zacharie tsked at the broken China and thought about how much that was probably worth. Continuing to walk and stepping over what was broken, gun down in both of his hands, he heard muffled hisses. This confused the White haired male, but he continued. Hiding behind the wall that divided the kitchen from the living room. Angling his head enough so that he could see what was going on, his red eyes narrowed only to see a familiar head by the bench at the kitchen. Damn, the demon was here as well. Either he would stay there or he would barge in. Though he hesitated, the girl was shirtless. What exactly was he thinking, she was a demoness and this was his job.

Shaking his head, Zacharie stepped out from his make shift hiding place and raised his gun, clicking it once again and pointing it so that it aligned with the demons head. Since she wasn't facing him, he cleared his throat. "Infiltration of a house is strictly off limits. You have committed an offence that could be punishable by death or constant surveillance in the Imperial Army of Demon Hunters place of work" he called out, following the lines which were sorted out to every hunter if they caught a demom breaking into somebodies home. Honestly, it was stupid, but was a routine Zacharie had to follow. Raising an eyebrow, he noticed that the purple eyed demon was cleaning and mending herself. So it was true, she was the one who was caught with the poisoned boy the night before. Silver bullet wounds were enough to send a demon into its weakest state, no wonder she would want to tend to herself.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Spirit~Flame · Jan 26th 2016

Her eyes widened, head shooting up as she sent the bloody water filled bowl flying, spitting out the wooden spoon with a snarl as she leapt clumsily off the counter to face him. How could she be so stupid?!? “Pervert” was all the demoness responded as she snatched up her coat, ignoring the blood that trickled down her flat and lithe muscled stomach. Her whole body was the image of delicate curves, a very feminine figure and slender muscle of a very fit but petite individual. She wrapped her coat around herself, furious to feel her face burning and the feeling of being exposed. Of course the coat hung open when she swiftly let drop as she roughly tugged on her tunic with a small yelp of pain.

Her dagger was out in moments, feet square and in a defensive stance amidst the wreckage over the floor. “So you’re not only a stalker but also a pervert. You humans are filthy. You know we get hungry, cold and hurt too” she snarled, defending herself. Though she doubled over in laughter at his authoritative words, it was so cliché, so pathetic. “I’m sorry.. that was cute” she covered her mouth as she spoke as if trying to keep her laughter at bay as she gained her composure once again. Clearly in a lot of pain.

She stared at the gun and huffed softly “You humans really love waving those around, I think I’ve had enough bullets in me to last a life time thank you” she tilted her head slightly as she regarded him, a slow smile crept on her features. “For now, I bid you farewell. No doubt we will run into each other again. Opposites attract and you are rather fascinating for a hunter” she grinned, though her face was an image of pain as she snatched up all the medical supplies she could carry, lunging forward and trying to get past the man, using the weak shadows to dart around at unearthly speeds.

Raven yelped as she felt her hip wound caused her leg to give out, the blood loss had clearly done a number of her as she became unbalance, colliding with the man. Though she was on her feet in seconds, clinging to the bandages she held and backing up into a corner with a hiss, purple eyes glowing. But there was clear fear in them. Back pressed against the wall, teeth barred as she clung to the supplies as if her life depended on it and it likely could.