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Post by Logan on Dec 6, 2010 3:05:16 GMT -5
Logan had had a terrible day. His temp had woken him late by nervously informing him that she thought she had broken the scanner. A trivial mistake that didn’t require his attention, only she needed his credit card to contact a repairs company. He couldn’t return to sleep after this and he couldn’t leave the vicinity of his office until the sun went down. It didn’t get any better when a Psychic had shown up on his doorstep and casually informed him that he had to rescue a young girl from Peir 7.
‘Peir 7.’ Was regarded as one of Miami’s most upmarket restaurants, it’s beachfront location and 5 star service was renown around the states, it’s patrons were mainly demonic during the week but on the weekends it was exclusively human. Today was a Thursday, it was barely 9pm as Logan’s red Ferrari pulled up by the valet, a young demon with a bony spikes lined his face. “If you scratch the paint, I will hunt you down.”[/color] Logan half joked as he passed the Valet his keys and a fifty dollar bill. He turned to Owen, “I’m guessing you’ve never been to a demon resteraunt?”[/color] he falsly assumed about his companion, “Try to ignore the food on the tables and don’t stare at any of them. They’re just trying to enjoy themselves.”[/color]
Many of the demons who lived in Miami were simply trying to make an honest life for themselves, not everybody was out for blood. Florida was considered the state where people liked to retire too, it was also were demons liked to go to live a quiet life, until recently that is.
Logan kept his sword in hand as he entered the restaurant he opened the door with a violent boot, “I hear we’ve got some human on the menu tonight Marcel. Oh Dean, this is Marcel.”[/color] Logan said with a grin to the restaurant’s maître d’ and owner, Marcel. Upon He’s a morbidly obese albino demon, bedazzled in sky blue tattoos across his neck and face, a peacock feather nestled behind his bald head. Sort of like a cross dressing pimp, that’s the only way he could be reasonably described. Logan had seen a lot in his time but he had never seen anything quite like Marcel.
The paying customers were frozen in their seats, the demonic crowd didn’t consist of any vampires, it was a diverse mix of demons simply enjoying food in a classy environment, something they couldn’t normally do. It was a nice idea until somebody hijacked it and tried to sacrifice a human, Marcel wasn't a bad guy he was just very greedy, he would alter his morals depending on how much you would tip. Logan felt bad for disturbing them but he had to save the girl.
”Now now, you can’t just come bursting into my restaurant like this Logan, we don’t do that sort of thing here.”[/color] Marcel protested in a piercingly high pitched voice. As he followed Logan who stormed his way towards the kitchen, ignoring the objections of the owner, where he assumed Jennifer would be kept.
He turned to Owen, “Anything jumping out at you? Any visions of what we’re about to face?”[/color] he asked as he slowly opened the kitchen door his sword drawn ready for an attack. [/size]
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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 6, 2010 4:00:02 GMT -5
Owen kept up the guise of naive neophyte to the supernatural,however he truly had never been to a demon restaurant, well not intentionally so that part wasn't hard. He walked in awkwardly brandishing his axe, not really having any formal training with something that had been outdated since the Chinese brought over the nice boom known as gunpowder.
The real trick was not to laugh at the owner of the restaurant. So far Owen was keeping his composure,but it was difficult, the demon was like a walking Abbot and Costello routine. As they neared the kitchen, Logan opened the kitchen up and slowly stepped forward and turned and asked him if he had any more information, which Owen didn't.
He gave a shrug though a thousand sarcastic retorts burst along his tongue like pop rocks, though he kept quiet and walked in the kitchen behind the vampire.
There was bustling with chefs and cooks, most human, though a few with scales, and a few with purple pigment to their skin. They stopped as the pair entered with a complaining Marcel in tow. however that wasn't the concern, the concern was what was behind them.
There were twelve of them in all. They were dressed in flowing white robes, that bore the same demonic symbol embroidered into the back of it. They had dark red skin and as a few of them turned to face the intruders you could see their eyes were a brilliant robins egg blue. Surprisingly beautiful color shade, which as immediately negated by the sharp black teeth that were visible when one of them spoke and said " Who dares interrupt our rituals?" Long sharp knives were in their hands and on a table below them was the girl from the paper, her eyes wide with terror.
Owen looked at them and said " Hey remember when you asked what we'd be upa against? I'm going to guess them." he said as he pointed at the demons.
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Post by Logan on Dec 6, 2010 4:47:52 GMT -5
Logan sighed as Owen gave a shrug, his prophetic visions were as useless as the way he held his axe. The kid certainly wasn’t warrior bred, Logan signalled for Owen to stand behind him as he entered, “Gentlemen, pleasure to see you once again, everybody thought you were gone after the party in San Francisco.” he said with a smile as he held open the door. “Could everybody without evil intention please vacate the room.” he turned his head towards Owen and whispered, “Not you, I sort of need you for backup.”[/color] he whispered loud enough for his companion to hear as the vast majority of the kitchen staff fled out of the door Marcel looked distraught as he closed the door behind himself with a lightheaded sigh, this wouldn’t be the first time that there had been violence in Pier 7. And certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“So, I’m just going to throw this out there.” Logan started talking, his sword was lowered by his waist, however his hand was still firmly gripped onto the handle. “This doesn’t have to be violent, if you let her go I’ll let you go back to wherever you’ve been for the last hundred years, no questions.” He lied he just hoped they would let the girl. He didn’t need a live hostage amongst the fighting, especially when his enemies were as powerful.
They had grown more demonic since last time he had seen them, previously the only way you would know they were demons was from their abnormally blue eyes, now however they had been changed into grotesque demons much like the underclass demons they would preside over. He smiled waiting for a response as Jennifer tried to scream but her mouth had been gagged, at least she was still alive, that was one thing he could be happy about.
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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 6, 2010 5:30:21 GMT -5
"This is none of your concern vampire." what appeared to be the leader said "The blood of the innocent must be spilled this night. You have no idea how hard it was in this hedonistic culture we have found oursleves in. With her blood it will strengthen our magics enough to impose our will over this swamp land as coast land in the days of old. You will not stop us." he nodded to the others and the fanned out amongst the kitchen closing in on the pair " Kill them."
"Just out of curiosity, did you expect that to go better?" Owen said sarcastically as the demons closed in and owen looked to his side and lashed out his foot to push the demon back and then swung sloppily with an axe as it went wide, and he had it not been for his demonically enhanced reflexes he would have not been able to pull the blade bck to block the knife strike.
Meanwhile the leader began to chant as he sprinkled a few sacred herbs on the girl as she continued to scream.
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Post by Logan on Dec 6, 2010 6:56:39 GMT -5
Logan smiled and nodded along with the Demon as he spoke some generic demon/blood/power spiel. Logan had heard it a thousand times before, he had delivered it a few times as well back in his less soulful days. He rolled his eyes as he finished and the demons clad in the white robes spread out. He silently mouthed, ‘kill them’. In unison with the leader. The demons he once knew were far more original than this, they must have been more desperate than he thought.
”They used to be a lot more pleasant, or maybe I was nastier.” It was most likely the latter. He tossed his sword at one of the demons, it spun two full circles before embedding itself into the demon’s chest. Logan ran towards it and leapt into the air simultaneously grabbing the blade whilst kicking the demon to the ground. He quickly used the sword in two swift strikes. A demon that approached him suddenly found itself armless. He looked over his shoulder to Owen. “You need a better fighting position.”[/color] he shouted over the screams of the amputee demon.
Suddenly a potent smell of saffron filed the kitchen. It was overpowering, he glanced to Jennifer who was still restrained on the table whilst the grotesque demon fawner over her preparing her for the ritual. “You need to get to her, I’ll handle these guys."[/color] he said using the blade to stab an approaching demon. He had already taken three down with very little effort, they were clearly holding back testing the duo. Logan knew things were about to get a whole lot more dificult.
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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 8, 2010 2:38:39 GMT -5
“You need a better fighting position.”
"No shit." Owen muttered as he was dealing the knife wielding psychos. he could smell the saffron being put on the girl and time was running out. Logan was right on one account, the girl did need to be gotten before her blood was spilled.It was then that the vampire gave him an idea. Why was he trying to swing an axe like some stalwart hero, that wasn't him and he didn;t know how to fight like that.
He fought dirty, and they were in a kitchen.
Smirking he tossed the axe at the closest demon, and the demon ducked,but it had been a ruse to stall as he grabbed a steel skewer and thrust it into the demons eye socket. The demon yelled and Owen casually pushed his way past this demon.
The next one rushed forward, put Owen grabbed a still hot pan and tossed the contents at the demon, the sizzling oil and chicken burning him and Owen hit the next one coming up with the flat end of the pan. It in now way took the demons out, but it cleared him a path to the girl. He hustled over. *** The demon finished his chanting and raised an ornate and ancient cermeonial knife as he plunged it down towards the girl, and found a halt in his knife asOwen had reached out and grabbed the handle above the demons own hand and was struggling to move it away from the girl. It was a tug of way as a wide eyed and frightened girl looked on.
The demon looked at Owen and said " Your blood or hers, human. It does not matter to me, but this will happen, it is desitny, it is preordained."
Owen continued to hold on depsite the fact he was clearly fighting a losing battle against gravity " First, not so innocent, second, nothing's written in stone, or else you;d know your about to be pretty damn embrassed right about now."
With that his other hand lashed out and tossed a handfull of peper into the demons eyes, the demon coughed and stepped back as his grip on the knife lossened and Owen applied his own strength to flip the knife around and stab the demon in the throat.
The demon choked as he started to crumple, and owen finsihed the job by using his now solo leverage in the knife and slitting the demons throat, as he knealt down byt the dead demon and pulled the ceremonial knife out and wiped the blood off of it and slid the knife in an inside jacket pocket.
He stood up and used a nearby kitchen knife to cut the girls ropes and she rose quickly. Owen was about to say something reassuring, but then saw that the demons he had doged to get here were looking at him, with looks which you didn't have to be a genius to decribe as fury of a thousands suns. The stabbed one had even plucked the swewer out of his eyes.
He whistled to the vampire " Yo! Girl's saved from certain death, pbt I think there's a strong posibility I just killed thier Pope so wrap it up, I'll find us a new exit that has less obstacles."
With that he grabbed the girls hand and pulled her along as he headed deeper into the kitchen folowing the nice celarly marked exit signs heaidng toward a back door out, rather than try and fight a bunch of pissed of demons, while keeping a teenage girl alive, to get back out the same way.
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Post by Logan on Dec 8, 2010 10:29:02 GMT -5
Logan continued to fend off the demons as Owen rescued the girl, he was losing ground as the demons attacks were becoming more ferocious, their blades were increasingly close to making contact with the vampire. He glanced for a second at the situation with Owen, he held his own, the show of strength against the demon was remarkable. He couldn’t be human. That was for sure, no human had the power to oppose a demon like that. He kicked one of the gas dials on the cooker he could smell the gas fill the air as Owen killed the leader. It gave him a few seconds before the demons turned their attention back to Logan.
He leapt over the heads of the demons and tailed behind Owen and Jessica. He knocked over a fridge to make a small blockade. he closed his eyes and tossed the sword back into the kitchen, with the precision of a sportsman the sword clashed with the stove that leaked gas. A fiery explosion followed as the demons were engulfed in the flame. He ducked using his leather jacket to block the flames as he ran from the restaurant. Marcel wouldn’t be happy but the girl was secure, that was al he cared about.
The back exit led to a few trash cans and was only a few feet from the parking lot. Jessica was clearly traumatized as she wore a ceremonial demonic robe. “Go wave down the next cop car you see, you never saw either of us, don’t mention this restaurant or the demons. If you mention the demons they will section you. Have a great life.”[/color] he tells her half threatening voice, she would recover from this, now she was out of the picture he could focus his attention on Dean.
He waited for a few seconds as she ran away from the flaming restaurant. When she was out of earshot he grabbed Owen’s collar and slammed him against the wall. ”What the hell was that in there?”[/color] he demanded as he got close to Owen’s face. ”I saw how strong you were in there, so tell me what you really are before I break your neck and find out with a post mortem.”[/color] he snarled as speckles if spit splashed out at the young conman. Logan didn’t appreciate being lied to. [/size]
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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 8, 2010 17:43:15 GMT -5
As Owen felt himself being slammed against the wall, he had to admit he probably should have seen this coming. Apparently the vampire wasn't as block headed as he had imagined and had managed to put together the fact that he could have that kind of strength wasn't normal.
Fair enough. He debated in using the knife he still had in his jacket to stab the vampire through the heart, after all the job had been done so the white outs were over. but he had plans for that knife.
So he calmly wiped the spit off his face and used his strength to push the vampire off of him as he said " I know your not used to this Logan, but I'm not afraid of you, maybe when you didn't have a soul that might cause me to worry, but now you've got one so if you killed me you'd feel all bad inside. Especially seeing as I just helped you save the girl, you couldn't even salve your concious by saying that I was a bad person. Not that it would matter, the masochist that your are. So let's call a hollow threat what it is."
He straightened his jacket and then said " Now you have my buisness card, if you really care enough to find me again. So, unless you want to brood at me some more, I think we're done here. Yeah?" he said as he stood toe to toe with the vampire looking him dead in the eyes waiting for him to move or speak before he turned his back on him.
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Post by Logan on Dec 9, 2010 2:50:51 GMT -5
Logan snarled as he felt Owen’s hand shove into his chest, the pressure was enough to forcefully male Logan take a few steps back. He unleashed his grip on the conman’s collar. The shove was all Logan needed to gauge his strength, the two were probably on level pegging in terms of strength but he had seen how Owen fought, he was an opportunist he didn’t have a fighting stance or any training. Logan could take him out; if necessary. He smiled taking a few steps back, suppressing his fangs as he listened to the conman talk. He knew more than he let on, he knew about his soul. What else had he known; Logan suddenly got a bad feeling in his stomach.
Logan turned his back on Owen, he started pacing a little as he wondered what he should do. Why the hell had Owen picked out Logan to target, maybe the ‘vision’ that he spoke of was real. Logan didn’t know what to trust anymore, he knew he couldn’t kill Owen. For all that had happened he did rescue the girl and he fought a few of the demons that held her captive, he couldn’t be all bad. He was all bark and no bite, Owen could see that in his eyes. ”Yeah, I think we’re done here.” he said not giving Owen the satisfaction of Logan asking for answers he walked to where the Valet was stood before taking his keys from the young demon.
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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 9, 2010 3:40:53 GMT -5
Owen watched as the vampire got to his car and went the other way, and walked for awhile and then hailed a cab. Once he was inside he took out a cell phone and texted to a certain number Your daughter is safe, call police station to confirm.
As the cab continued to drive eventually a text came back Thank you money has been transferred.
Earlier that day, he had contacted the parents of jennifer acting as a private investigator from Nexsus Investigations saying that he could return thier daughter to them, for a small fee which they didn't have to pay until thier daughter had been safely secured. Of course they jumped at it. It was a risk, but the vampire had taken care of that quite nicely.
he had now done what those annoying visions had said and gotten a cool 1,000 dollars in the proceeds. Not much by his standards but nicely compensating himself for his time. Not to mention the cermeonial knife he had swiped. That should be worth a pretty penny in the right markets....
He laughed to himself, the vampire might have been a good obsever, but smart he was not.
Dean East Hope....it was anagram for One Step Ahead.
The cab sailed into the night.
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