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beavtiful-liar:

“You really are a bore”  Michael sighed then shoved his hands in his pocket.  “tell me have you even tried to hit in like really try to fit in?”  He asked wondering if this was how the other always talked.   The empire had its problems sure but it was also written by an arrogant man.  They are rather funny but their free will makes them unpredictable”

“No.” Red says bluntly, lying never appealed to him. “Humans change every few years and a new crowd comes in. What would be the point? The early millennium was particularly awful...” He could almost shudder at the memory. He aged at a much slower rate, making him almost immortal to those around him. In forty years, he had aged the approximate of a month. “ I do not care for this conversation. How is your head feeling? Are you bleeding internally?”

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beavtiful-liar:

“So aliens come in cute boys”  he smiled as he looked Red over.  “Well, sort of not sure how I feel about this.  he gestured at the veins a bit. He shrugged then smiled shoving his hands in his pocket.  “Tell me do you know E.T. or Obi-Wan Kenobi?” He asked with a smile then shrugged.  “If only those aliens did exist”  he sighed he was a fan of star wars one of the few good things humans did.

“I assure you I am not a hatchling nor your equivalent adolescence.” He murmurs, quite confused by that statement. “I do recognize the names from your kinds moving pictures. I have yet to run into an alien that looks as such or an empire so poorly run; not inclusion with earth. A funny species humans are, much like the intracragmatic phase. Not quite hatchling, not yet soldier. Ah, pre-combat training if you will.” 

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beavtiful-liar:

“Hmm, lust is my preferred dinner possibly the most pleasurable.  Sex is such a good past time also keeps me fit”  he nodded as he pulled away the pressure holding Red back.  “But pride is fun to it has its merits.  But lust well daddy is lust and that means I can draw more from it than my grandfather’s sin”  he knew unless this one had opened a bible or even believed what was written in it he would still have no idea what was going on.  Michael didn’t care much to explain it either.  “So you know what I am what are you”

Although he’s no longer testing the element, his eyes remain in the same stage, just a step down from his true form. He rarely walked the earth naked, letting his true skin breath. even in the security of his home, it was still too dangerous. “I am not of this planet.” It’s a state of the obvious, or at least to Red. “Several galaxy’s away, roughly 400 hundred years travel with more ancient technology.” He could coordinate hop, but only if he had marked the place somehow beforehand. Several of his tags were imprinted in the earth, as well as across the stars. “I believe humans refer to us as alien.” 

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beavtiful-liar:

“Red how boring”  Michael sighed then waved his hand using his magic to throw the other into the wall.  Luckily he had just fed early so he had plenty of energy to spare though It would run out eventually so he had to be somewhat cautious.  He looked at the others shoes and smiled starting a small fire next to them with a flick of his wrist.   “I’m lust and pride all in a pretty box has few tears but none you’ll be seeing.  this city is like an all you can eat buffet for me so I can dish out and take all night”

It’s the element of surprise that has him flying backwards. His back collides hard with the wall, the bricks crumbling behind him, however it barely draws the oxygen from his lungs. The alien stays rather calm, allowing the other to have their moment. “I have no idea what that means.” He says in all honesty, this planet and it’s habitants still a great mystery. Not one to back down though, he does press forward into the force, the veins on his face - especially those leading to his eyes becoming more prominent and turning black underneath the skin. “Is this how you feast?” 

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beavtiful-liar:

“You are actually shitting me right now right?”  Michael asked as another wave of discomfort went through him.  and now this prick was taking notes on him.  He walked up to him snatched the notebook away looked at, then promptly toss it over his shoulder.  “Which part of not your fucking science project did you miss.  also, I have a name and its Michael”

Although the notebook is thrown from him, it zips back to his hand with a simple pull motion. He pockets his information, Red straightening out his jacket. “Michael.” A nod, the customary human smile in greeting. “I’m Red, and I do believe you started this. Can you dish it out but not take it?” His head tips, a fire igniting in his eyes. 

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beavtiful-liar:

“Rude, I’m more demon than human”  he muttered shaking his head.  He watched the other for a bit then felt highly uncomfortable and took a step back holding his head a bit.  “I am not some cheap hooker you experiment with thank you find someone else to see how they feel when you do whatever it is your doing’

“Your blood is sluggish and sticky, a peculiar combination.” Red tries to add a little more force, the tips of his fingers turning a dark red - almost black as the power drains from his body. “If I did, they would have turned to a sack of bones, their organs liquified from just the slightest flick of a finger. Demons do not apparently.” Despite the severity of his actions, the whole tense atmosphere Red has the nerve to fish out his journal kept in his inner coat pocket, making sure to note this down. “Fascinating.” 

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beavtiful-liar:

“Human.  Hmm, nice try”  he said waving his hand watching blue-purple flames rise up them he liked to watch the flames.  it showed him just how much he was a crossing of two sins.  No one had his shade of blue or purple for his aura.  It made him stronger than other half demons pulling from both sins.  He smirked then let the flames go out.  “Don’t be boring,  and get the stick out of your ass’

“Human in appearance, with supernatural powers...” He had read about them, but never in his forty years on earth had he encountered any. “There are many suspicions on your kinds, but I do not know for sure. There are still too many unknown variables.” Rather than letting his own appearance show through, Red looks around. With a raise of his hand, what should bring forth a waterfall of blood does not succeed. He can feel the blood rushing through arteries and veins however, his power lacking the strength to draw out completely from the body. “Interesting. Do you feel anything?” 

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beavtiful-liar:

“My kind,”  Michael asked thinking about his kind the only ones about where his brothers.   “Hmm,  And what kind is that do please enlighten me”  He smiled moving closer.  “Because,1 I never pay for sex, 2, Excercise is overrated.  He looked at the other then walked by him breathing in through his nose then turned to face him again.  “How about we see whats beneath the surface hmm?”

As one from another planet, Red found humans to be an interesting but exhausting species. He could never keep up with the customs, unable to understand how so many people could function so differently when given all the same parts. “Human.” He states bluntly, looking up and down the other. He didn’t find anything odd, perhaps maybe the atmosphere was off but that could just be nothing. “Is this one of those ‘if I show you mine you’ll show me yours?’ I’d have to respectfully decline. I do not fight with the weaker kinds.” 

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“You know walking around at night alone is not the best thing.  There are people out here who would do you harm.  Simply because he is bored”  Michael had just come from his brother bar and was in no mood to go back to his own store where the damn vampire was probably brooding again.

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“That’s an ill conceived threat.” Red turns on his heel to face the male, his head tipping to the side. His human appearance was often the source of his troubles, many seemed to not take him as seriously. “You should play with your own kind, you never know what lurks beneath the surface.” It takes everything in him to hold back, just the lift of his finger could prove dangerous. The young male sighs, extinguishing his spark before it can flame. “I’d suggest reading, exercise, or a prostitute for your personal entertainment.” 

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vartouhix:

The smile on Miyoung’s lips widened a bit, a playful twinkle in her eyes as the other spoke. She seemed like a sweetheart–potentially a bit naive, but only experience could remedy that, and truly Miyoung didn’t wish on her all the gross people that would be required to give her the necessary experience. “Yeah, sure,” she answered easily, turning towards the bar to cross her arms under her bust and lean up against the countertop. 

The art major glanced back over her shoulder at the people writhing against one another, some flailing about with a complete lack of rhythm combined with a complete state of intoxication, and snickered. “Sometimes, yes. But you occasionally do have nights where the cavemen keep to their caves, and you just dance and drink and it’s…” She trailed off as she waited for the right phrasing, before taking a deep breath to sigh dreamily, “–freeing.”

Miyoung slid her upper body over a bit to nudge the other with her elbow. “I’m Miyoung, by the way. And my drink of choice is rum and coke.” One of her hands slipped out from under the other arm, to lean her cheek into it as she tipped her head curiously at the other. “What’s your name? And what exacly is your scene?”

“Freeing?” She repeats the word, as if trying to understand how a crowded and loud place could be the source of said freedom. To her, the lack of natural lighting and fresh air was smothering. If she had to choose her freedom it would be in the form of rain, washing down on her as lightning cracked the sky open. There was beauty in storms, fuelling the life that is nature and nourishing the earth below. 

The young female is reminded of her company with a gentle nudge, a sign that she had spaced out once more. It was hard to stay focused in the chaos. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miyoung, I’m Nari.” She introduces herself with a smile, genuine in her words. The other woman had spunk, a kindling fire in her that left Nari in awe. How sometimes she wished for that confidence, a true light in the world. 

“If I had to choose, I’d say any garden. I’m one with the flowers.” A wisp of brown hair is brushed back behind her ear. “But I also like being on the mat. However part of me doubts you would believe me if I told you I have a black belt in taekwondo.” 

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lostonesfound:

Sungjin shrugged his shoulders and got up to follow the other to the shade, sighing softly. “I was born with magic. My mother is a witch and my father is a human. My mother thinks that’s why my and my sister’s magic is limited, but no one really knows. Question though, how does someone steal magic? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“By killing them and stealing their soul before they can transcend from the body, of course.” The fae says as if it’s common knowledge. “It’s a common practice to obtain more power as well. Does your kind not do this? How do humans even survive?” Such a trivial species, seeming to defy all reasons of logic. “Some of you even die and come back. It’s just ludacris.” 

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lostonesfound:

“Eh, sometimes.” Sungjin squinted a bit as he looked up at the sky, lips pursing just slightly when the other was only able to conjure up a few clouds. “Um, no, sadly my magic doesn’t involve manipulating the weather.” He scratched at his neck a bit before looking at the other. “We could just stand under the shade over there beneath that tree. Wouldn’t that be easier than using up our energy to block the sun?”

It was still an odd concept to Mikey, humans that had magical powers. Pouty lips pursed, his face scrunching up at the thought of having to move himself. “I guess... but what good are powers if you can’t use them? I don’t understand this realm.” Despite his brooding, the fae does get to his feet, moving towards the suggested area. “Did you steal your magic or were you born with it? You’re not a fae...” 

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“Do you ever just feel like the sun is too bright?” Mikey grumbles, squinting as he glares at the sky. He‘s running low on power, needing some time to recharge. The most he can manage is a few measly clouds, obscuring the sun from his view; hardly does it dim the earth. “That’s better... I guess. Can you make it go away?” 

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“Now, now, there's no need to get your panties in a twist.” As she approaches, the trees start to liven up, leaf buds appearing. “What’s this so-called emergency?” 

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“If you like it so much, can’t you just take it?” He sips at his drink rather lethargically, the cold liquid sending a shiver down his spine. He was still doing his best to blend in with the modern society, but sometimes the customs were lost on him. “Shouldn’t you fight for it?” 

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                    [ && ] calling upon @strawbxrryblxssxms ( any muse ! ) 

“I take it you’re not here to fix the radiator?” Rowan’s office is always cold, the radiator broken since the day he started work and the space heater given to him always turned off and pushed out of sight. It made a good excuse to wear his gloves and thick sweater at all times. “Are you here about a body? How can I help you?”