Sketchy Time in the Alley

[Devon Ackland]

While Devon had to admit that alleys weren't exactly his hang out of choice, the scene before him was damn amusing. He watched with a grin as the ass-kicking played out before him, a bit surprised at how things were turning out. These types of scenarios almost always went the same way: guy struts through sketchy dark place, guy meets demon, demon obliterates guy. Unfortunately for the demon, the would-be victim seemed to conveniently harbor some epic karate shit. In fact, things were actually getting pretty interesting. Devon himself had never been big on the twirling and kicking approach when it came to demons... he took tae kwon doe for awhile, but against demons?... it kind of reminded him of ballet. He fucking hated ballet. Needless to say, he much rather enjoyed blowing shit up. He'd even been debating early on in the fight on whether or not to save the human's ass and either a. kill the son of a bitch himself, or b. give him a pat on the back... and then probably kill him. Devon had never been a fan of playing hero... but this guy was dodging energy balls like a mofo, and Dev was grateful for the fact that his dirty work was being done for him.

Devon obviously didn't need to intervene... the guy was doing just fine on his own (even if he did look a little bit fruity)... and sooner than he would have liked, the fight was over. A pity, it could've gotten much, much more interesting before the final stabdown. Ah well, he had more pressing issues... like the fact that Jackie Chan Jr. was staring straight at him, with the demon's athame in hand. The athame... the entire reason that he'd dragged his ass out to the alley in the first place. He flexed his hand quickly, causing the mortal to explode in the blink of an eye. Dev quickly snatched up the knife, tucking it in his back pocket. He couldn't help but smirk as he did so, realizing how unbelievably creepy he must look at the moment. It was nighttime in some randomass neighborhood and he was just chilling in a dark corner with some charred flesh and a knife. He'd never been a fan of the whole creeping thing. Sure, he guessed that he was "evil", being a warlock and all, but he found some of the behavioral patterns of "evil" creatures cliche; such as hiding out in alleys.

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[Alicia Belmont]

Licia liked to think she lived in the moment. After the time she spent in the underworld with her father and his minions, being forced to train, live, and serve in any way her father saw fit was restricting enough for an entire lifetime. So, naturally once she managed to escape her father's clutches, the triad's rule, all bets were off. She had been introduced to an entirely knew way of living, and ever since she had been granted that freedom, she had fought tooth and nail to keep it. Granted that had all occurred almost a decade ago, and since then she realized that with her freedom, came a hell of a lot of responsibility. For one, it meant she had to stay at least one step ahead of her father and his minions to stay on her toes. Sure, she had various runes and spells to keep the demons and warlocks at bay, but that wasn't enough. If she wanted to live the way she had recently grown accustomed, she had to play the game, which meant gaining power and taking out them before they took her out. It really was as simple as that.

For example, today she had caught wind of a lower level demon carrying some serious firepower, quite literally in fact. The demon, one of the Triad’s minions, had been carrying around an atheme which had recently taken the powers of a fire-starter. If she remembered correctly, all she really had to do was somehow get that atheme from the demon perform the proper power extracting spell, and the powers would be hers. It was a simple procedure, and one she knew she herself didn’t particularly need, though making sure no other demons with her as a target had the power would was top on her priority list.

That evening, she’d managed to locate the demon’s whereabouts after scrying for him at her mother’s manner. Always the careful and conniving little plotter, Alicia decided, as she often did, to work from a distance. After all, why do the work yourself when you could use some perfectly expendable little human to do it for you? It really wasn’t all that difficult. She simply pulled the first passerby off the street and projected her desire for him to be a third degree black belt in Karate and Tae Kwon Do, and poof, she had her own capable ninja assassin who would take out the demon without much trouble at all, at least not from her part. After giving him the mission, she quickly directed him to the alley the demon had been hiding out in, standing a fair distance away while the fight took place. She didn’t want to get caught in the middle after all.

It was all going down without a hitch, that is until she watched someone else… a warlock by the looks of it, blink onto the scene. Standing at the far corner of the street, she watched, hoping… no praying the warlock was stupid enough hot intervene in the fight and possibly get himself killed. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like fate was on her side. Before she knew it, the fight was over, and as the assassin approached the warlock, ready to fight, she watched as the man blew him up with the flick of his wrist. Perfect. If you wanted something done right… you always had to do it yourself. With a heavy sigh, she ran a hand through her hair, giving it a little fluff up before she headed down the street, eyes forward, confident.

“That’s a pretty little knife you’ve got there,” she said, her tone dripping with an innocent flirtation. Had she not been wearing a pair of black leather pants and a revealing white blouse, she might have even been convincing as the innocent type. Her eyes quickly took in the young man, definitely attractive… hot even. It would be a shame to have to kill him prematurely. Killing hot guys was always a bummer. Even if they were a nuisance. As she looked him over, she saw bits of charred flesh, most likely from the assassin he’d just blown up. “You know that belongs to me, don’t you?” deep blue eyes locked onto the young strangers. She wouldn’t fight him if she didn’t have to. While she wasn’t sure if a warlocks exploding power would be fatal to a half witch, half upper level demon, to be honest she really didn’t want to find out. In any case, subtle manipulation had always been her forte.

[Devon Ackland]

Devon had to hold back a dramatic sigh of annoyance when a voice sounded from behind. Great, complications. His whole plan had been to get in, get out. To grab the knife and leave. Unfortunately, it didn't look like things were gonna go that way. Sure, he could always just blink away from the scene and take the knife with him, but chances were that whoever was behind him was magical, and they'd be able to track him down sooner or later. He preferred sooner.

Devon turned around quickly, barely suppressing a laugh when he saw who the voice had belonged to. The girl's voice had been practically dripping with an attempt at innocent... and it really didn't take a genius to figure out that this chick was far from it. The first thing that any straight guy would notice was that she was fucking hot... like, really hot; enough to make him hesitate about killing her. It was shallow, but hey, he was evil-ish, he could afford to be shallow.

"Obviously, since you're the one holding it and everything," he replied with annoyance, his hand instinctively shifed to his back pocket. He grabbed that hilt of the knife, athame, whatever the fuck it was, and drew it out, examining the blade. There was serious fire power in the thing, and there was no way in hell that he was gonna give it up easily. It's not that he wanted the powers for himself... he could blow shit up, he didn't need pyrokinesis. No, he wanted to sell the damn thing, and fire-related powers never came cheap.

Devon pulled himself up into a sitting position on a dumpster behind him, legs dangling over the edge as he looked down at the knife. "I'll cut you a deal though..." he added, trailing off. He twirled the thing around his fingers absentmindedly, waiting for a response. If she could buy it from him he'd have no problem handing it over. In fact the sooner he got rid of it, the better.

[[ooc: Sorry for the epic fail of a post AND how late it is. I had the flu yet again for the past week. I should be good about posting from now on though]]