|| Uninvited || Mischief, Sherlock and Blep

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian pulled a face. "My name is literally on the plaque outside. 'Fancy seeing you here'? This is my office!" He stepped to one side slightly just in case Sethakai decided to throw something sharp at his back. Backing up slightly so Arentis couldn't grab him, he turned to look at the celestial with a shrug. "He's basically a fancy secret agent guy who's organisation got wiped out by a mafia group, because they felt threatened. He blames me for some reason, and now he won't leave me alone." He took his hand out of his pocket, letting the knife go. Somehow, he didn't think he'd need it. If Arentis knew how to use the power he was giving off, any fight would be fought with energy, not simple weaponry. "So," Devian's eyes slid back to Arentis, who he'd left in the doorway, "what do you want now? I already told you, I didn't end your organization, so go and take your anger out on those who did." He had now backed up enough that the laptop on his desk was within arm's reach, so he grabbed it, making sure that whatever happened next wouldn't damage it. It was custom made, and was pretty expensive as well as storing a lot of data that the info broker used on a day-to-day basis. Everything was backed up, of course, but still.

Sethakai's lilac feathers caught his attention once more, and he smiled at the celestial's unspoken question. "Sure, I don't care if you stab him."

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

Arentis further entered the room, keeping both the feathery dude and Devian in full view. He snorted as Devian told him to go and attack the 'Mafia group'. How stupid did he think he was? He was here to attack the culprit for their crimes and he would attack the underbelly of crime and not one of the multiplying heads. Mafia groups were everywhere and worse than useless without information. Devian had backed off, which was unlike him and grabbed a computer. Interesting. The new energy coursing through his veins could obliterate that; then he's be angry and they'd be on a level playing field. Just as he was about to do just that, Devian told the still silent other man to stab him and he changed his course of action to focus on the new threat. Devian could cuddle his computer for a little while longer.

"And you are?" He directed at the unknown...creature?

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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The celestial sighed, kicking at the ground as Devian answered his question. "Blehh. Sounds boring... But he won't leave you alone? What's with the high energy signal?" He continued to question, out loud this time. At that moment he was ignoring the stranger who had entered until Devian said he could stab him. He let out a happy purr, a soft glow forming at his hands as he summoned his blades. "How many times can I stab him?" That was probably the last question he was going to ask. More blades started to form, smaller ones that resembled throwing knives, they just floated around his head.

As for the question the stranger had asked him, he just shrugged. This random dude didn't need to know anything.

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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"Yeah. He's like a stalker." Devian groaned, before sitting down on the edge of his desk. "As for your other question, I reckon they had something to do with it. Last time we met he was just a human who could fly. Hardly intimidating." He watched Sethakai's happy face with a small smile, shaking his head ruefully at the amount of enthusiasm the celestial found in stabbing people. Oh well, as long as it isn't me.

Devian tilted his head slightly as he studied Arentis. He was curious as to what the enforcer could do now that he had been upgraded. "So.. Arenti-chan. Who did you get my address from anyway? You can't have just found it lying around. I'm very careful. Did you get any divine help?"

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

'High energy signal?'. He can sense things? Maybe he was part of the Gods workforce too. They mentioned something like that when they explained something but he was quite busy trying not to pass out that Gods are real to pay too much attention. But soon he had other things on his mind as the side-kick/maybe-God thing formed many knives around his head to stab him. So much for perhaps being on the same side, unless the knives were for Devian. However, he seemed pretty docile to what Devian wanted and the knives were definitely pointed at him. Quickly he forced himself to stop thinking and hover so his feet barely touched the floor to manoeuvre from an attack and stared directly at the threat menacingly.

"Your address obviously wasn't that well hidden then." If Arentis didn't get information, Devian wouldn't either.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai tilted his head and he looked Arentis up and down. "He can fly..? But he doesn't have any wings... Does he just...Roll around in the sky?" He questioned, quite interested. As he'd not got an answer for how many times he could stab the stranger he simply assumed he could stab him thirty two times. Currently there was eight blades floating around his head but it soon doubled and then doubled again. His eyes were just beginning to glow a faint faint turquoise.

With a small flick of his wrist the blades spread out and then rocketed forwards a few seconds later. Some went to the sides and some went all the way around the back, in other words Arentis was surrounded by thirty two blades which where very quickly getting closer.

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Shrugging, Devian's face remained unexpressive as he watched Sethakai prepare to stab Arentis. "I take that it was the Gods up there getting nosy again then. It's an interesting plan. They're getting more desperate if they'd send you after me." Devian mused on the reason the Gods had chosen to give Arentis powers. He supposed that because Sethakai didn't look like he was going to kill the rogue God anytime soon, they'd gotten impatient and had latched onto the first mortal creature that genuinely wanted to bring Devian down. He sighed, the laptop in his hands vanishing as he pushed off the desk to stand up straight. "He just flies like a danger burrito." Devian's eyes glittered as he watched Sethakai and Arentis interact. How will Arenti-chan respond, I wonder...?

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

Blades fanned out around him. 32 knives spread evenly giving roughly 8.8 degrees between each and closing fast. He dropped back to the floor and crouched only to push off from the ground and rocket straight through the ceiling. The crunch of either his head or the ceiling echoed in his ears as he flew into the narrow-ish gap between the ceiling and the roof. From there, shaking the spots dancing in his eyes away and, unnervingly spraying a few drops of blood to decorate the new space, he flew to directly over to where his attacker had been over the ceiling.

Taking a minute to find the perfect moment and the weakest spot in the ceiling this time he dived, feet first, through the ceiling over the head of the feathery creature.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai tilted his head a little more as he listened to Devian. "...Danger... Burrito?" He didn't know what a burrito was, let alone a danger burrito. All that he could do really was test it. Leaving the gap at the top had been purposeful, he wanted to see this random dude fly... Like a danger burrito. The celestial pouted as he went through the ceiling. "Awh. Danger-burrito-dude, you're boring." He complained, tail flicking back and forth as he waited for him to hopefully come back down.

The constant twitching and moving of the celestial's feathers made it obvious that he still knew where Arentis was. Having such a high energy signal made it easy for Sethakai to keep track of him. "Hey Devian, because he's already put a hole through the ceiling can I set fire to a few things?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer however and he then unleashed a torrent of turquoise flame, right up above him. He then moved away, he didn't want Burrito-Dude to fall on him.

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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While all this was going on, Devian's face had become more and more exasperated. "Are you serious?" He repeated, watching Arentis go through the roof again. "He's going to give himself concussion of he keeps this up.." Turning to his desk, he began sending the important stuff to his pocket dimension, minimising the amount of damage to his things. Sethakai and Arentis could fight it out, he wasn't bothered. The God would step in though if Sethy looked like he was struggling, but he doubted that. "What?
Fire? Don't even... nevermind." He covered his face with a hand, annoyance clear in the set of his shoulders. As debris crashed down around him, he muttered, "the landlord is going to murder me.."