#;rp.

[radiodemonstatic]

@forbiddenpractice

“Oh, I beg to differ! Why don’t you stay a while?” The taller demon asked, hair sopping wet as he leaned off the balcony railing. Red eyes were fixated on the doctor, before Alastor took a few steps towards Silas, wrapping his arms about the other in a embrace. It felt like he was actually giving Silas a legitimate hug- not just something for show. Which in of itself, because everyone knew how the radio demon disliked being touched. But was a special moment. Something that surely should be savored.  “You know,” Alastor began in a slightly hushed voice, taking a pause before going to speak again. “I do remember you. In my living life..you were kind enough to assist my mother in her time of need. Thank you for that.” After that statement, Alastor moved his arms from around Silas’ form. Taking a step back, the deer-like demon gave a shrug of his shoulders before going to talk again.  “I just figured that it would be more convenient to play as if I didn’t recognize you for all this time. After all, if anyone had known you were close to me. Well, I’m sure they’d instantly make an attack for you. Can’t be too cautious!”

[withevil]

Pillow Fight! omf g

  and he's hit with a pillow.  ruvik's reaction is simple.

     he reaches, yanks the pillow from     the clutches of the anonymous     attacker, and it ignites into flames.

          what he does next is just          as simple as before. he          attempts to hit back with          the now flame-engulfed          pillow.

[withevil]

' pillow fight!'

  it comes out of nowhere,  hits him right in the back  of the head.

     ruvik hisses, spins to see what's there,     but as he does, he's nailed right in the     face. suddenly, he feels himself get really     angry.... and decides to fight back.

  hand swipes, conjures up a pillow of  his own, and holding it as if he's ready  to attack, the man turns, eyes squinted,  and waits for his chance.

[withevil]

xsurvivant:

"I’d rather not.." She backed away slowly.

  " oh? "

               " are you frightened? "

[withevil]

  the stairwell is dark, lit   by the dim red span of   emergency lights on   each level.

    the detective walks ahead, easing     up each step. his shoes make a     faint tapping noise, but ruvik's feet     do not make a single sound.

  he gets closer, closer, and reaches out   to brush his fingertips along the back of   the man, sizzling to nothing before he   can be seen.

[withevil]

  " you would make a fine subject. "       a mental note, scrawled into his        mind. he'll remember her face.

[withevil]

   [ and it crumbles. ]

           the city is slipping into the hands            of something never before seen,            a detective and his band of others            on one side, their group containing            a most precious asset to his operation--

                                and on the other side,                                 there is a woman. the                                 wrong place at the right                                 time.

                                                      he's preoccupied with her.                                                       it seems she's just come                                                       from one hellish dream...                                                       and now she is in another.

  ruvik approaches, the bottoms   of bare feet tapping against the   damp concrete, getting closer,   closer, until he's close enough   to touch her if he feels the need...                                                             and all he does is whisper                                                             right into her ear. words not                                                             accounted for as comfortable.

                                               " you're in my world now. "