A Fresh Kill (Open)

"While I'm preparing a Mordicant, you get to watch over my frozen body. Or else I won't help you torture people." Astareal grinned. She was almost ready to go and get that dang dead creature out... as long as Akuma was willing to protect her body from the stupid drunks that were ambling around. Without saying another word, she went into Death. From there she went to the Third Precinct, summoned a Mordicant's spirit, and went back to life. The Mordicant was waiting off to her right, scratching itself with a claw. THey sure were cute for foul smelling creatures.

"Here's the thing about those fellas. They cannot be destroyed by water. They can stay in the sun. They are magnificent and graceful, as long as you see them through the right eyes. Cross them or get in the way, you die. They are undead, but just look like a giant flaming werewolf. They have another form, a skeleton one, but I prefer that one." The brunette grinned and pivoted, walking toward the inn, Morty following behind.

Akuma simply nodded when the lady explained about the new undead she summoned. He supposed it was neat but he really never did have much of an interest in the undead. Although it was useful to know that water and sun would not harm this undead. It would save him the trouble of wasting his time if he ever encountered one. The demon let the girl lead the way. Hopefully causing trouble at the inn would be funner then things so far. He wasn't sure how he could top the amusing reactions from Astral and the elf girl.

One man stumbled out of the bar. Astareal studied him for a moment, before the Mordicant wandered forward and snarled. The brunnette watched silently, swallowing. Perhaps it shouldn't kill the man. Then again, it did need life... perhaps she should take him prisoner and wait until he sobers up? Then the Mordicant could hunt him... nothing was better than a good old fashioned hunt. She thought about this for a moment, Morty hesitating, waiting for further orders. The man noticed the beast, and rolled over, trying to stand up. Instead of making it to his feet, Morty advanced and yanked him off the ground by the back of his neck, one of his claws going into the side of his neck.

"I happen to be stumped. I'm sure that, if what Yrael said was true, you have read my thoughts, also. What do you think? Should we kill him? Or wait for sobriety and then hunt him down?" Astareal couldn't tell what race it was, but if it wasn't a human, it would be a wonderful hunt. Very entertaining.

Akuma smiled at her observation. "Despite what you may think i don't just randomly enter peoples minds unless it benefits me. Like the fur ball for instants, he was annoying me. So i read his mind to try and find out what he was afraid of, then i could use that to make him go away. Having said that i personally think it would be more fun to wait until the guy is in his correct state of mind. That would make him getting eating more interesting to watch."

Astareal nodded. Where to keep him, then? Perhaps chained to a tree? In a cave? Get a room? "That's quite an interesting tidbit. Thanks for sharing." The brunette smiled and walked over to the Mordicant and the man. She looked him over for a moment, before Morty dropped him. The man looked up at the Necromancer, his big blue eyes pleading. "Awww. You're so cute!" Astareal looked at him like he was a puppy. He truly was a rather handsome man. Too bad he was foolish enough to drink.

"Pease, lady, spare me life. I dinnit do 'nuffin 'rong. I ain't hurt no one, no livin' thing." Astareal thought that over for a moment, processing the words. She couldn't spare him. It could possibly make her look weak. Then again, it was somewhat epected of a female, was it not? To weep and cry over nothing, to bring forgivness.... to spare people. Somewhat. The brunette finished thinking and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but the Reaper doesn't issue pardons. Not while I walk the earth." Morty picked the man up, threw him over his shoulder, and took him over near a tree.

((Not gonna read any past posts, just gonna hop in))

[red]Kane flew in and began to do the hokie pokie, and turned himself around, then he did a back flip and yipped.[/red]

[red]Kane began to make his way home, flying through the Inferno Plains. He was truly in a good mood today, yet he didn't not torture anyone. He looked through the little population of the Inferno Plains, and yet didn't see anyone worth his time.[/red]

(( LOL i would actually pay to see an evil guy do the hokey pokey. ))

Akuma watched the the guy plead for his life in disgust. Hearing people do that just made him want to kill them more. He smiled at Astreals comment about how she wasn't going to spare him. That was good, although he didn't understand why she thought the guy was cute. The demon thought he was more handsome then the drunk guy. But it wouldn't matter soon since the guy was going to be eaten. This would be quite entertaining.

Astareal grinned. She turned and walked back out into the plains area. Morty followed, bringing the man. Perhaps there would be a better spot, or so the creature was thinking. The two came to a stop, looking at the random flying dude. Perhaps.... Astareal raised a brow and looked at the guy. Morty tilted his head to the side, as if thinking. The Necromancer knew that he couldn't think, therefore he wasn't. Astareal turned around, to see if Akuma was coming. For some reason, she knew that the goofy little demon was probably connected to that guy; someway, somehow. Hopefully something interesting would happen. Things were slowing down slightly... but... They would sped back soon enough, she could tell.

[red]Kane spotted Akuma, and began to land near them. He slowly landed onto the ground, and looked around. He didn't usually pop in when Akuma was doing what he did, so he wasn't going to interfere with what he was doing. Kane crossed his arms and watched with amusement.[/red]

Akuma smiled when Kane came down. "Nice of you to join us. This necromancer and i were just about to have some fun once the drunk sobered up." He wondered what brought Kane here. The demon looked at Astreal wondering how she would handle the new comer to their play time.

Astareal kept quiet. She didn't know how to feel about that guy right now. Nor did Morty. But the drunk seemed a little frightened. She fixed her dress and then blew her hair out of her face. "I guess that I could say 'nice to see you' also, but I seem to fail to be able to. Considering how I have no idea who you are, or what you are doing, or how you're connected to Sparky over there, I don't have one of those friendly greetings. So I guess I'll settle with a simple 'Hello', and maybe I'll throw in a 'Who the heck are you', just for clarification." Astareal realized herself babbling, but she didn't care. Stupid noises. Stupid changing mood. Somehow, she still managed not to care. Morty stood there, awaiting orders, and the drunk tried to bury himself into the Mordicant so that he coudn't be seen. Morty squirmed uncomfortably and dropped the man, who clung to the creature's leg. Morty, in turn, kicked him off and the man hit a tree. "Bad dog. Quit hurting him. He needs to be in good shape for later." The Mordicant looked sad and went over to the man, picked him up off the ground and threw him over his shoulder.

[red]Kane looked at Astareal, then at the drunk. He continued to just stand there quietly. Not doing anything. Just watching. Kane nodded to what Akuma said, and looked around. It certainly was a quiet day.[/red]

Akuma sighed when Kane didn't respond. "Kane here doesn't talk much. So he will be a total bore conversation wise. But i think you will find he can be quite fiery when he is having fun." The demon couldn't resist adding the play on words. fiery didn't just refer to how entertaining Kane could be when he got started tormenting people but it also referred to his power. He smirked at Astreals rantings both at Kane and to the undead wolf thing.

Astareal studied the man a little longer. Silence was a bit boring. Grinding her teeth, she snapped her fingers and Morty came forth. His big black eyes stared at Astareal, as if awaiting further direction. She pointed off into the distance, a large oak tree, and Morty loped off. "How long do you think it would take for him to become sober?" The brunette had a 'thinking expression' covering her face. She was looking of at nothing in the distance, and was rather emotionless. For a moment. Yrael popped back up and, without saying a word, was gone again. He returned in a few moments with a chain. The brunette looked at the cat for a moment, before raising an eyebrow. How did he get that here without shifting? Who cared?

It was going to be a boring wait if it took that man a while to sober up. So she was taking it upon herself to find something else to do. Otherwise she would end up dying of boredom. She smirked at the thought.

[red]Kane looked at Akuma. "Have you found out anything of their plans?" Kane was terrible of trying to find things out. Last time he tried he ended up burning down a forest. He figured Akuma would have used his brilliant mind to find something out.[/red]

"Unfortunately not yet. As you can see i have been preoccupied with this necromancer here. But not to worry, i'll figure it out in time. Besides maybe Astreal here will help us." Akuma replied to Kane. This was an awkward position, he had hoped to ease the question on to the necromancer after they had 'bonded' more. But it seemed Kane here had gotten impatient and came to check on him. This annoyed the demon, not just because he felt Kane didn't trust him, but because i kind of ruined his plan of action. He had hoped to use the necromancer as a distraction while he sneaked into the palace to find out what he needed about what the Queens were up to. Then once they had that information the two would be ready and may be able to use the information to their advantage when the time came for him and Kane to assume their long awaited roles as rulers of the world. But now Kane forced Akuma to ask the necromancer for help sooner then intended, which could lead to her refusing since the time was not right. However, perhaps not all was lost since the women seemed to enjoy destruction like he did. She may agree because it would be enjoyable.