Post by Iriel Parker on May 2, 2015 20:58:16 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on As soon as the dress was mentioned he shot the demon a look. He wasn't too sure if he should take those words as an insult, compliment or just the guy making a statement. Not seeing much of a point of making a big deal of it the bird let the comment slide without retort. However,the caged part caught the teens attention. Maybe it was because of his memory or the fact that in his last death his skull was bashed in, regardless, he couldn't recall ever being a cage.
Well, maybe that one time in his past life but he wasn't really all that sure. "Cages? I don't think I like the sound of that." In fact, he cringed at the idea of being locked away. Who would ever want to lock a bird in a cage, or rather a phoenix. He knew for a fact he would not do too well if he was ever caged. He would give his capture attitude and hell.
"I bet you do." His voice was laced with scarasm just then. Stupid Asshat, being snarky with him. He couldn't really complain about it as he would much rather have the company then being forced to walk all the way back to his dorm by himself. Iriel shrugged light again as was his habit when he was indifferent about a subject matter. "Maybe. I wouldn't know unless I could tell or if they told me. I don't normally make it a point to get into other peoples business." Unless they where a friend of his and then he was all in their business all the time.
Vince had spoke the truth and it was very possible he came across another demon without ever knowing it. Even before he was sent to this school. "Then again, I haven't been around any supernatural people like myself until recently...that I can recall..."
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on May 3, 2015 12:34:57 GMT
Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious "Well I don't suppose you'd see much of that these days." he commented offhandedly as the boy voiced his concerns over cages. Like the world itself, many practices changed. He had no doubt there was still some phoenix' being kept as pets, but given the state of things now he supposed it would be rather out of place, especially since they were trying to adapt to this human ruled world, so it would make since that some things had to change or stop, similar to how he could no longer simply run around and cause chaos on a whim. It was a sad truth but something they'd simply have to learn to deal with. Well.. maybe not so sad for the bird. He might like not having to worry about being owned anymore. Vincent laughed then, amused by the boy's statement. "I really must be special then!" Rather than go about his own business after the scare, Iriel had followed and insisted on the demon being his protection. He could have been heading home now but no, he'd be going the exact opposite direction just to walk the damned teen to the Academy. "Not too sure I'm fond of this special treatment either." Hey, he asked for it though. He should have just walked away and leave the teen to his own devices. Instead he messed with him and look where it had landed the demon now! He sighed at the thought, but despite finding this a bit annoying and very tedious, he still didn't regret frightening the phoenix much... Just a little for the wrong reasons. The demon didn't exactly know why the boy sounded unsure though as he'd explained the lack of really interacting with their supernatural kind until just recent. Of course, Vince didn't exactly care all too much either which was why he chose to ignore the teen as he seemed to wrack his brain for answers. Instead he decided to change the topic once again, looking around into the darkness surrounding them as they walked. "Can I assume this is the first time you've been out this late?" he questioned though seemed to be convinced the answer was yes anyway. It wasn't really safe to venture out at night for various reasons. While monsters could thrive, others had a hard time roaming the darkess which was quite understandable with such dangers lurking in practically every corner. And since the bird had seemed so freaked out when he'd suggested that someone was watching him, he felt like it was safe to assume he'd stayed out so late either because he'd lost track of time or simply was naive to the dangers. Either way, he wasn't exactly the smarted bird around. Then again, he'd already came to that conclusion earlier. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on May 4, 2015 14:25:22 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on That was a plus then because he really didn't want to see anyone in a cage. That was just not right in his opinion. But as Vince as stated, times change and so does everything else. His own kind just kinda fell off the face of the planet for one reason or another and slowly coming back around. MMm, that was really too much to think about. Onwards to a better conversation!
"I could always kick you in the ass and call you bad names, if you prefer that instead." Iriel offered with little indifference. He would just go with the flow of things and if the demon wanted a foot up his ass then Iriel would be more then happy to deliver. It was just too bad he wasn't wearing boots today.
It grew quiet again for a moment, giving the boy enough time to debat on wether to put his shoes back on or not. He wasn't too interested in getting jabbed at for his clicking heels but his feet were starting to get a bit sore. Oh, the choices he had to make.
"Hm? He looked back at the demon and left his own thoughts behind. "Hmm, not really. I sometimes stay out late but normally not in the parks or too far out. So, I guess in this sense that would be a yes, wouldn't?" That sounded about right. At this Iriel like to roam off on his own whenever got the feeling to though normally it wasn't to any place that would get him into mischief. Yet, other times it might be. It was always a 50 / 50 shot with Iriel in just about anything. How he hasn't died yet was a mystery,
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on May 4, 2015 16:01:05 GMT
Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious Vincent laughed, finding the notion of this boy kicking his ass to be quite the funny joke. Arrogance? Perhaps. But as far as he was concerned, it wasn't arrogance if it were true and he was a pretty strong demon in his own right. Not only that but he had a pretty good feeling the bird would hardly put a dent in him, especially since he'd behaved like such a timid little mouse moments ago. "I'd like to see you try." he taunted with a smile. As annoying as the teen was, he could be quite entertaining, making this endeavor just a tad more bearable. As silence fell on them once again, the demon took to lighting a fresh cigarette to keep himself occupied. This would perhaps be the most boring job he'd signed up for, which was saying a lot because he'd thought his earlier job was awful. It was his fault though. He shouldn't have scared the boy. While the demon could certain sense eyes around them, they weren't particularly interested in the duo. Or at least they didn't appear to be. Then again, Iriel did have one thing right. The demon was a bit intimidating, so most troublemakers knew better than to mess with him as he wasn't exactly the most merciful of monsters whenever he was angered. "I guess you'll be a bit more careful next time then." he reasoned, expecting the boy to have learnt his lesson. Not that he really cared, but Bitchcakes might not be lucky next time around as 'his intimidation shield' would likely not be there to protect him. In all honesty though, the demon half wished he actually could protect him from something, as these awkward forms of conversation was starting to get a little tedious. "So, my dear Bitchcakes." he began, deciding to spice up the conversation a bit. "That brings up another question of mine: What the hell possessed you to wear a dress?" he questioned, well aware that each comment about it seemed to be annoying his little bird friend. "Are you a drag queen or something?" Wouldn't surprise him the least as that was a thing. Still, it just made staying out after dark even more dangerous though he'd already explained that to the teen, whether he actually understood or not. Sadly the demon wasn't talking about this out of concern, but rather he just wanted to get under the phoenix' skin. It was in his nature, after all, and he could only behave for so long. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on May 5, 2015 1:57:23 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on Iriel glanced over towards the taller man with a look of indifference. Could he possibly kick the man in the ass, quite possibly. Would he get away with it, not likely. The temptation to prove the older man wrong was there and it floated around in his skull before falling out like most thoughts did. "Maybe you will. But, you might enjoy that." Again, he glanced at the other to judge his experssion.
Hmm, the demon looked awfully bored and surprisingly enough Iriel did not take offense to that. He wasn't the mot interesting man in the world. He wasn't eye catching, he wasn't at all someone others would notice beyond his usually appearance. Iriel was quite used to be in the background to blend in with the wallpaper. It was just the way he was reborn but as boring as the kid was he did have his moments. At times, he was known to be rather spontaneous to the point of jumping across roofs, leaving school, or invading personal space. In short, he went with the first thought that came to his small mind and ran with it.
"Perhaps." There was no agreement or disagreement with the demon. If Iriel had learned his lesson it sure as hell didn't show. He kept on moving without a care in the world and stopping every so often when something small or shiny caught this attention. He would gaze at it for about ten seconds and then continue on his way. His attention easily returned to the demon upon being called upon. Strange, he was becoming rather fond of the term 'Bitchcakes'.
Now, it was the birds turn to look awfully confused. A drag queen? He recalled the term and the definition that went with it. Hmm, was he that? "No, I'm not a drag queen nor do I really think I fall into that category very well either since I don't really do anything for the arts." He stopped to think about this topic even more before finding his answer. "I just like woman's clothing. It's far more comfortable then most made for men. I also find their styles to be cute, adorable, and well it makes me feel comfortable." Iriel did not at all look upset with these question as he was used to getting them. "I wear what I feel like wearing. Someday's dresses other days bondage pants. It differs each day." Iriel often switched between clothing. Some days he felt more feminine and others more masculine.
If the demon wanted to try and make the bird quite angry he would have to try harder at his game. It was possible to get that emotion to show but it took some effort due to Iriel's laid back nature and his habit of rolling with the punches. "Does it bother you?" He inquired, wondering how the other might feel about it.
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on May 5, 2015 2:24:07 GMT
Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious Such a sassy little brat, wasn't he? He was still having a hard time deciding whether the boy entertained him or bored him as he seemed to keep flip-flopping. Still, the comment about him possibly enjoying it was true enough and Vincent had no shame in admitting it. "It's not everyday someone tries to piss off a demon." he admitted. Not unless that person was an angel, of course. But it was entirely mutual as demons themselves tried to make their lives a literal hell. "I'd give you credit but what would credit do for a dead man?" he questioned with a shrug. His boldness would certainly be the death of the bird if he wasn't careful. Not everyone took too kindly to such sass. He was just fortunate the demon was in a relatively good mood. Or as good as he could possibly be anyway. The phoenix took his question more seriously than desired and the demon groaned a bit as the bird went on to explain himself. Yes he'd seemed to miscalculated the bird's self-confidence on the matter and had gotten himself stuck in a boring drawl about how he felt comfortable wearing dresses. He knew the whole spiel, he really didn't need to hear it again. The demon understood well enough what this was, it wasn't like he hadn't been around the block before. Still he didn't stop the kid, suffering in silence as he went on and on. The bondage thing did stand out to him though but he hadn't actually said anything about it yet, only speaking up when his essay on wearing dresses ended as Iriel addressed him again. "I'm a demon. There's not much fucked up things that bother me." he reasoned as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Was what the boy did 'fucked up'? It all depended on who you were talking to. Again, the demon himself had no actual issue with it, only using it as an attempt to shake Bitchcakes confidence a bit, but it appeared he wasn't hitting hard enough to do any actual damage. "I'm just amazed you are so comfortable with it." the demon admitted, almost sounding like he was actually complimenting the boy for a moment. "Was this something you were always into or did something happen that caused you to start dressing yourself up like a doll?" he inquired. "Did your mother perhaps want a girl instead of a boy?" he went on. It happened. Again, he'd been around long enough to witness many strange things, some the demon wasn't too eager to bring up anytime soon. Iriel Parker | the kid is far too optimistic! the demon might have met his match xD a water bottle will come in his near future tho so it's okay //shot MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on May 5, 2015 2:39:23 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on "It's not everyday I get to try." He smirked lightly at his words while pulling out a hair tie from a pocket on his dress. Idly, he started to pull up on dark hair that had not been sliced off on the sides. Once he was satisfied, he quickly tied the locks into a lazily and rather messy bun. "I would take the credit and die with it then. Might give me a bigger ego when I respawn."
Casually, he spared another glance at the demon before growing rather bold suddenly. Maybe it was just on impulse or pure curiosity. But that hair of his looked interesting to him. Reaching up he slid his fingers through the demons hair. Taking his time to get a feel of it. He had done this before to a few others and he often wondered if he was forming some kind of odd fetish with as much as he did this lately. If he was, oh well, just meant he could enjoy the simple things more often on a personal level. "It's softer then it looks." He admitted while his ringers curled around a lock. "I thought it would be rough like you personality." Ah, how cheeky the bird could be. Vince was right, one day it would get Bitchcakes into trouble.
Back to coversationg about his clothing choices he just shrugged lightly. "Im comfortable in anything, regardless on what it is." Even though he was replying his hand kept moving in the back and forth through a few strands of the demons hair, just playing with it like a child did to a pet.
Again, Iriel shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know the real answer to that question. Wearing what he did was just natural to him. He really couldn't explain it very well even if he tired and he didn't want to bore the poor man with anymore long speeches. However, being called a doll did get a rather unique reaction out of the bird. As soon as the words came out of the others mouth, Iriel pulled at the hair in his hand for all but two seconds and then returned to his idle petting while voicing his annoyence. "I'm not a doll."
"Don't be an ass, Asshat." He didn't at all care about the fact he had no mother. His two fathers where enough to make him feel happy and loved. They accepted him and even encouraged him to explore the world and his odd fashion taste.
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on May 5, 2015 12:02:49 GMT
Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious "I don't think you could handle a bigger ego, Bitchcakes." How could a person be so pathetic but so overconfident at the same time? It was almost sad. Not as sad as the fact that his death threats didn't seem to be bothering the bird, though it was obvious why. Of course he ran into the one person who could revive themselves from ashes. It made the idea of killing him seem rather pointless. But he supposed if he was in the right mood, it could make the demon feel better regardless. But no time for killing at the moment, especially since he'd already agreed to get the boy home safely. Being dead probably didn't qualify as safe, unfortunately. Of course he'd really want to kill him after he'd made quite the bold move. Vincent certainly hadn't been prepared, looking both shocked and confused as the kid... "What the hell are you doing?" he questioned, not seeming too thrilled about what was going on. Was he petting him?! His eyes narrowed as the phoenix continued to play with his hair. What the hell was he even doing? And why did he even think it was a good idea in the first place? "Well you are going to be roughed up in a second if you don't drop that hand." he warned, not amused at all. It didn't seem the soft comment had warmed him up a bit. He probably could have chosen a better time to tease the boy though. Like when he was not messing with his hair. The demon winced slightly as his hair was tugged. He'd immediately reached up and grabbed the boy's wrist then with a tight grip, keeping him from petting him any longer. "Do you want to fucking die?" he questioned with a low growl, certainly starting to think the teen had some sort of death wish at this point. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on May 5, 2015 14:22:15 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on Iriel didn't bother replying to the demon. Who cared how big or small his ego might become in the future. It really wasn't any of Iriel's concern. Things just happened and if he did form a bigger ego, well, then it happened. Though, it couldn't hurt him to actually give two shits about his current situation rather then just being so man whimsy.
"Feeling you're hair." He stated simply, wasn't it obivious what he was doing? His fingers where working through those dark locks and just utterly curious about them. It had caught his attention much like everything else did in this world and he wanted to know about it. Everyone was a victium of his curiosity and the poor Bird never thought twice about it.
He could of probably chose a different route or time to explore what had caught his eye as he was now going to be placed between a hard place and a rock. His experession was annoyed and almost matched the demons but less frightening. "Well, don't call me 'Doll'. I don't like it." Pure and simple. He couldn't explain why he didn't like it but he hated it. Maybe it was something to do with a past life or the mere idea of a childs toy - which he was not. He wasn't delicate either.
"Is threaten all you do?" He inquired, looking displeased with how this was turning out. It was just him exploring but no, the Asshat had to go be a dick about it. The hair pulling was his own fault for poking at the bird. Overall, he should of just let it go because now he really was in an even worse spot.
The damn demon had a tight grip on his wrist. The very moment the contact was made Iriel shut the hell up and looked even more spacey then normal. It only lasted a few short seconds but his expression became unreadable. He didn't know what he saw but he picked up on some random past memory of the Demon. Not knowing how to react to such a memory he just stood there.
After a moment, he spoke to the other to break the silence. He needed to make some kind of reply before the demon caught on that he might of just did something, even if it was a bit unwilling and Vince's own fault. But at least Iriel now knew a little more about him. "I would prefer to keep my limbs attached, thank you."
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on May 5, 2015 21:08:40 GMT
Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious So it was being called a doll that annoyed the bird. Vincent decided to keep that in mind for future ammo though didn't exactly refrain from going on with the topic either. "Why's that?" he questioned, actually curious. He dressed himself up like one. In fact he could come across as one if you ignored the tattoos and eyes as he did look rather delicate and had a feminine look to him that wasn't simply thanks to the dress either. "I'm just calling it as I see it." he reasoned. Once again, he probably could have chosen a better time to mess with the boy, but if he was stupid enough to try pulling his hair again, the demon wouldn't refrain from putting him in his place. Just because he wouldn't kill him didn't mean he wouldn't bruise him up a bit. Despite being visibly angry, the demon did smirk, a look of skepticism on his face as Iriel seemed surprise all he did was toss out threats. "You really have no experience with demons." he explained. If he expected anything else, he would be greatly disappointed! His threats weren't unjustified though as he'd only did so when the boy had been asking for it. Getting into his personal space seemed to be asking for it. But before he could really go on, he noticed something strange had happened upon grabbing the boy's wrist. It seemed like he'd just dropped out. Vincent quirked a brow at the sight but hadn't released Bitchcakes just yet, curious as to what had just happened. He'd gotten strangely quiet. It lasted only a few seconds but it was enough to get the demon's attention, enough so that when Iriel had said he wished to keep his limbs, Vincent had released him after a second or so, stepping back a bit out of the kid's reach. "Don't be stupid and you just might get to keep them." he explained, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to stare at the shorter male. It was obvious he knew something was up and the demon was just a bit more on guard now for reasons he couldn't exactly understand why. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on May 5, 2015 22:41:58 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on Once the grip loosened on his wrist he quickly pulled it away from the demon and took a small step in the opposite direction. Clearly, putting space between them. Almost guardenly, his hands behind behind him with fingers wrapping about his wrist. Iriel lacked the experience in concealing his ability and lacked even more when it came to dealing with a demon. If all demons where like this Asshat, then he wasn't at all certain if he wanted to meet another.
Iriel sucked on his lip ring while debating on how to further converse let alone deal with this fellow. The little random tid bit that he got to see was a rather large eyefull. Not to mention most embrassasing. Not to the fact that the memory contained a rather fully nude Vince but what he was doing in the process of being rather...well, yeah. Iriel cleared his throat. This was why he didn't like it when other touched him when he wasnt prepared for it. The things he got to see where way out of his control. He really hoped to one day be able to pick what he could see but he doubted that would ever happen.
Now the poor bird could only look at the demon in a new light that left him dipping his toes in the gutter. He got just a taste to make him curious but not enough to plung head first into it. He was so lost to his own thought that he didn't hear half the conversation until the end. The urge to ask the demon about the memory came to mind but he soon thought better of it.
Shooting the demon another look of displeasure he huffed lightly. "If you hadn't called me 'Doll', then I wouldn't of pulled your hair. Besides, what harm is there in me touching it?" It wasn't like he was groping the older man for crying out loud but that memory made him glance at him a bit different. Lord, why did he have to pick up something like that? If he was lucky he would forget it in the next twenty minutes like he normally did.
"I'm not very doll like anyways..."He muttered under his breath with a sigh.
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on May 5, 2015 23:19:50 GMT
Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious Oh yes. There was definitely something up. Vincent could practically read it on the kid's face and since he couldn't exactly figure out what it was, it left him feeling just a tad frustrated. Enough so that he might have tried to worm the answer out of him had the boy not finally spoke, completely ignoring the awkward silence in favor of answering his previous question. He wasn't too thrilled about the subject change, not in the slightest, but he had moved on, keeping a close eye on his bird companion, noting how strange he was behaving. "That's a little ridiculous, don't you think?" he questioned with a groan. As amusing as the idea of him getting upset was, it was just confusing that he'd gotten so worked up over something so little. Maybe he was just more upset with the fact that the phoenix had managed to catch him off guard like that. Either way, he didn't think tugging his hair was all that necessary. Hell, he didn't think touching his hair was even permitted to begin with. "Oh I don't know..." he began, sarcasm lacing each word. "Probably could be the fact that I could kill you if I had the mind to." he explained. "And trust me, the temptation is there, you little shit." he admitted, deciding there was no point lying about it. The kid didn't seem to realize how dangerous being in his company was and the demon wasn't entirely fond of the fact he was taking his presence so lightly. He was walking on thin ice and if he didn't watch himself, Vincent couldn't make any promises towards his safety. Vince wasn't exactly known for having the best temper to begin with. With that said, Vincent began moving again, not waiting to see if the phoenix would follow or not. The longer he simply stood there and stared at the kid, the more tempted he was to wring out the bird's neck. He still had a job to do, whether he liked it or not. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on May 6, 2015 3:43:39 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on Ridiculous? In what way was Vince meaning to call this ridculous. Was it the dress, the hair messing and pulling, or do to the fact that Iriel now had a clear mental image of him in his brithday suit, doing things. Hmm, on second thought that wasn't ridiculous but rather shocking. Of all the things he could of picked up on it had to be that. Why did it have to be that? Now, all he could do was stare at the man as he took off.
With lips pressed together in a firm line it took all his while power not to say something on the memory. But he didn't have enough will power to not watch the demon's ass take off with him. Damn. Quickly, Iriel knocked himself out of the gutter and jogged to catch to Vince. He no longer walked beside him but behind him a good three feet. For two reasons, one to stay out of arms length and secondly, that ass. He was going to be stuck in the gutter no matter what he did until he forgot what he saw as much as a shame that would be. Such a shame, however, he wanted to not be reborn from the his own ashes.
"At least he's tempted for something." the teen muttered under his breath. Noticing that the other might notice him muttering he spoke louder for the other to hear. "I'll keep that in mind..." Well, at least until his brain decided to do another reboot.
Again, silence came between them and it stayed that way for a good five minutes while Iriel enjoyed his mini view like a perverted teenager. He had no intention of reaching out and touching the demon again or to be touched for that matter. "How many fights have you been in?" He asked softly. Either he had noticed the few visible scars or his mind was still stuck in the memory.
"Do you have horns?"
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on May 6, 2015 17:03:24 GMT
Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious He didn't have to look to know the teen had followed after him as expected, hearing him jog up before further proving the fact by muttering something that the demon wasn't quite able to make clear. "What was that?" he questioned though continued moving, not turning or even looking back as he questioned the boy. He didn't seem to be very satisfied when he answered more clearly though, mostly because he had his doubts. Even if Iriel was aware of the danger, that didn't mean he'd heed the warning. But he did warn him, so he couldn't be to blame if Bitchcakes ignored it. "Let's hope so." he stated with a sigh, still not convinced but he'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Things fell silent again, save for the soft footsteps of the phoenix behind him, much more tolerable compared to the irritating clicking before. He'd returned to the proper path by then, deciding he had had his fun for now. The sooner he got rid of the boy, the sooner he could go about his own business. Perhaps with people who weren't so weird and touchy-feely. Vincent's eyes narrowed at the thought as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back in an attempt to straighten the mess he'd made, just as the bird spoke again, asking a question after another. "Why the sudden interest?" he questioned, finding it rather odd and out of place. He could have simply been trying to kill the silence again, but the demon was still rather skeptical after he'd froze up earlier. His fighting habits might have been a tad obvious thanks to the scars. Most of them were hidden, save for the one on his face that wasn't so subtle. Sadly not all of them were from fights, but the demon preferred to not talk to much about those. Some things were better left unsaid, after all! The majority of them were from fighting other creatures and even a few hunters here and there from his younger days, all a testament to the struggles he'd overcome and how much stronger he was now. He did decide to answer one of his questions though. Not through words but demonstration as his curved horns grew from his skull, making themselves apparent. It actually looked rather painful if you watched them emerge, but he didn't seem to flinch, having adjusted. In fact he honestly felt more comfortable leaving them out, but he doubted he could get away with that. Not unless it were Halloween or some shit. Iriel Parker | not yet :P he'll be conflicted about being angry or wanting to tease him for checking out his ass. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on May 7, 2015 0:48:02 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on "Just curious, I'm going to venture a guess and say a lot." Finally, the two ventured out past Centeral park and started down the side walk of the city. The traffic tonight was light and hardly anyone was roaming the streets this late at night. Here and there stumbled out a drunk or a hobo looking for a place to sleep. At that point, Iriel finally put his heels back on though taking great care to step lightly. He didn't feel like gettins snapped out over his heels clacking. But he was in no mood to step on anything unpleasant on the sidewalks.
Still remianing behind the demon he contuined to watch that butt move. "You look like someone that takes a beating but delivers them more often." He wasn't stating the demon was weak. He was pretty positive the older man could probably break the nearest person in half if he choose to do so. He gave no hint to knowing far more then the demon would like the little bird to know about.
Lifting his gaze he moved up to walk beside him. After a few blinks it took everything in Iriel's being to keep his hands behind him and not reach out to physically investigate those horns. He hadn't at all expected Asshat to produce his horns for him to visible see them. In all honesty, those horns looked pretty damn intimidating but at the same time Iriel found them rather adorable as well as fitting for the asshole.
"I like them." An honest answer that didn't beat around the bush. "Are they heavy or is it just something you don't notice?" God, he wanted to reach out and touch them so bad but the idea of his wrist being broken was beyond pleasent.
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