|| Uninvited || Mischief, Sherlock and Blep

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

Splintered ceiling came down with him as he shot down into the once pristine looking room. It was now covered in dust and fragments of ceiling with a spider-work lattice of cracks spreading from one side of the room to another. Funny how his mind wanders to unimportant details when blue flames were about to envelop him. He tensed and curled into a ball instinctively. Just as the first lick of fire hit his trouser leg he channelled the raw power, vaguely hoping something cool (in both senses of the word) would happen.

The air around him seemed to turn solid, changing the molecular chemistry of the gases to bond together for an instant, forming a near invisible glass-type substance in a wall around him for an instant. He stared for a split second before banking sharply away to do a flying lap of the office and keep away from the fire as the air shattered and fell from the air.

[86Eternity]

◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥
.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢

Sethakai turned back to look at Devian, ignoring whatever the Hell Arentis was doing. "...No fire...?" He glanced up at what was the ceiling and then back to Devian, sheepish. "...Oops...Sorry. He smashed the ceiling though." He pointed to Arentis. It was of course the stranger's fault, he'd smashed up the ceiling already. Sethakai had absolutely nothing to do with it. Nothing. The flames still in the celestial's hand soon died down and his attention turned back to Arentis.

Now that had to be the strangest thing Sethakai had seen. "...It's like a log." He murmured, watching the Danger-Burrito-Dude fly around the room. He'd quickly decided he'd seen enough and sent the thirty two blades that were floating around back after Arentis.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
__________________________________________
Devian ducked under both the danger burrito and the sharp blades following him around the room, eyes lidded as an expression of pure vexation flitted across his face. "You two are like children.." The God huffed, ignoring the fact of their relative ages actually meant they were like children in God terms. "Can't you do this somewhere else? We're going to attract the attention of authorities." Due to the fighting, smoke trailed slowly out of the windows, and a large crowd had gathered around the base of the skyscraper. Devian held out a hand and gestured, teleporting both Arentis and Sethakai out of the office and into a desert somewhere in the Sahara. His next command pulled the building back together, the fires being smothered and the chunks of plaster jumping back to their original places. Finally, he erased the memory of anything out of the ordinary happening from the minds of any mortals that had seen or been involved in anything up to Arentis' rude arrival. The crowd slowly dispersed, having no recollection of why they had been there in the first place. Grabbing a parasol out of thin air, Devian teleported himself after the pair, landing on a nearby dune with a spray of sand.

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

Arentis was beginning to enjoy himself, zipping around the room grinning and dodging particularly permanent things in the room and the knives following him around. One second he was flying directly at the feathery one preparing a nice kick for him, and the next he had all air sucked from his lungs and sand blasting against his face. He was so shocked he landed face-first into the sand as he failed to keep himself airborne but upon contact with the fire that was the sand suddenly under him, he decided to continue flying. Where on earth was he? Or maybe he wasn't on earth? Wow, this whole God thing was confusing, even his internal monologue was getting confused.

He noticed another billowing cloud of sand and an annoying little man with an umbrella and put two and two together. "Teleportation of a person without permission is pretty rude you know?"

[86Eternity]

◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥
.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢

The celestial had drawn a larger blade and was just about ready to cut the foot off that was headed his way. Arentis was very, very easy to track and keep note of which was somewhat surprising. He'd guessed that because the stranger didn't have any wings it'd be harder to follow the changes in air direction but he had been wrong, maybe it had something to do with all the dust in the air. He wasn't that happy to find himself in a desert but he had prepared himself to be teleported, once again he'd detected the change in Devian's energy signal. He'd landed on his feet.

The blades had unfortunately been left on Devian's floor in his office...He'd have to summon some more... That'd require a bit more energy and this time he only summoned sixteen. Only sixteen but now there was no risk of damaging Devian's office he could set them on fire, which is what he did. He directed them all at Arentis's back, whilst he was still distracted by the God.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
__________________________________________
"So is trashing their office, and dropping in uninvited." Devian replied lazily, shaking sand out of his boots with a grimace. He stepped up onto an invisible platform, avoiding touching the sand so it wouldn't ruin his clothes. The air too, he bent around him so no sand would be blown in his face. However, watching Arentis face-plant in the dune previously more than made up for the inconvenience, and he smirked from under the shade of his parasol. Waving a hand, he brought Sethakai's blades over too, because he knew it may weaken the celestial, and at the moment, with him taking care of Arentis pretty nicely, that would put Devian himself at a disadvantage. He conjured himself a deckchair, and a stand for his parasol, before sitting comfortably. He felt rather like a referee in one of those computer game death matches.

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

Even the most...unique of people give signals when someone with many firey knives are pointed in their general direction. Or, at least, most people did. That was what Arentis was looking for when he stood between the feathered one and Devian. Unfortunately, Devian didn't seem the least bit interested in anything over his shoulder, despite him hearing the crackling of fire. Still facing him, Arentis focused and, ever so gently, forced a solid wall of air to shield his back. Then, he mentally shoved it backwards into a huge swinging wall towards the attacker behind him.

"You don't get to pick and choose being polite. You forwent your rights on courtesy about 2 years ago when you just, slipped up and told the mafia to go and murder some unarmed office workers that worked for me."

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
__________________________________________
"On the contrary," Devian smirked, playing with a black chess piece that had materialised in his hand, "I didn't tell them to 'go murder some unarmed office workers', they chose to do that of their own accord. I just provided the info for a reasonable fee." His eyes flashed as his gaze locked with Arentis'. "There was no 'slip up'." He put the black pawn down on a table, and a whole chess game spread out from it, fully set up. Devian idly picked at the black king, nails clicking on the pitch glass. "It was no fault of mine that you upset them previously. Nor was I wrong to sell them what they sought." The God shrugged, flicking the piece in his hand so it sailed across the board and crashed into the white king, smashing it to pieces. The black king rolled across the table, fully intact, the only sustained damage being a large crack through its middle. "It's just business."

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Form

"Oh, you misunderstand me, darling." Arentis drawled in his best impersonation of a condescending nursery teacher. "I have no inclination that you gave wrong information. Your slip up was choosing my organisation. Choosing another might have guaranteed you perhaps 1 or 2 more years of overlord control or whatever you call yourself." He slowly advances on the man with each step; not particularly intimidating but closing the gap reasonably quickly with his barrier thing still at his back for the feathery one.
Dropping the condescension he continued speaking, "But. People like you will always cheat. Skip steps even." He gestured with disgust at how Devian had disregarded the sanctity of a chess game with the impatience of a child just to illustrate a feeble point. He moved closer until he could almost have sat at the board and readied his powers. "And that will be your downfall."

[86Eternity]

◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥
.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢

Sethakai had decided to sit down and was now simply listening to Devian and the stranger talk...Well, it wasn't really talking but it wasn't quite arguing, he couldn't quite find the word to describe it. The barrier that Arentis had sent at him was simply shattered by one of his larger blades. He let out an irritated huff, flopping onto his back and flipping one of his knives. He'd lost interest. It was no fun if the stranger kept bringing up barriers and shields. Sure, he could have probably broken the current barrier but couldn't quite be bothered. The soft turquoise glow that had been coming off his eyes slowly dissipated and with that any lingering interest he had.

Despite sunbathing, the slight twitch of his feathers was a subtle signal that he was still doing something. Every now and then there was the slightest shift in the sand that could have easily been brushed off as the slight breeze moving the top dusty layer. Without any further warning the ground underneath the stranger who'd called Devian 'darling' cracked wide in two, a deep chasm leading seemingly nowhere opening up. The sand quickly began to fall into the gap. Good luck standing on that.