|| Uninvited || Mischief, Sherlock and Blep

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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"As I said," Devian swept his hand over the chipped pieces of white glass and they reformed in his hand, "there was no slip up." The God raised his eyes, a lazy smile indicating he thought little of the enforcer's implied threat. "Of course I cheat. What is the use of being honest when others will only use it to benefit themselves? Why not use it to your advantage, to 'be ahead of the curve' if you will." His gaze flickered over to Sethakai, and the smile widened into a grin. He stood up smartly, the set up dissolving into particles of sand until only the platform was left. Moving a step forward, Devian seemed to grow slightly, so he was level with Arentis' glare, meeting it with an amused expression. "It has not yet happened, and as long as I am adaptable, it will not come for another few millennia. When you've lived as long as I have, you'll learn how to play your cards right. However, until then, I suppose you'll be stuck in the mud along with everyone else." He chuckled, and the platform vanished, the God dropping into the chasm as his laughter echoed off the stone. He soon vanished from view, no trace of him being there remaining.

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
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Arentis had become increasingly annoyed by this little speech of Devian's. Not because of the sinde not-so-implied threats but the clear lack of reason and thought behind the motive of cheating. His 'rival' cheated to be ahead of the curve instead of beating them in a straight fight in which he could lose yet forgot that the reason the ways were followed was to complete a solid base knowledge of the arts. He guessed she was probably a factor.

Suddenly the ground beneath him shuddered and a chasm cracked open with a rumble and gut-wrenching this. He gently lifted up two inches from the ground to hover and slowly turned to the feathered one and ignoring the display of leaving with a dramatic roll of his eyes to compensate. He turned his attention on the accomplice...pet, friend, sidekick? His powers seemed air related so he mentally formed an 'air spear' the size of a small rhino about 10 meters behind the prone creature.

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian popped up again, beside Sethakai as he watched the air ripple behind them with interest. From what he'd seen, Arentis' attacks seemed mostly based in air. He could've been holding back some sort of trump card, but for now, air was what Devian would work with. Reaching out with his own crimson energy, he proved the spear gently, learning the power signature. Turning to Sethakai, he raised an eyebrow. "It has a lot of raw power, but it's underutilized. Clearly Arenti-chan is still learning the ropes. He does have the potential to rival a minor God." He flicked his fingers in a cheeky wave at Arentis. "Hear that, Arenti-chan? You might even be a little scary some day. Keep trying!"

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai was currently rolling around in the sand, just to make his boredom extremely obvious. Clearly, Devian hadn't picked up on the fact that it was time to leave this boring dude in the Sahara desert and it was also time to go and get ice cream or at least find some easier people to stab. It was too hot here and it was too sandy- which was possibly made worse by him rolling around but that of course wasn't his fault. Finally getting bored enough to do something about the situation, he sat up and destroyed the 'air spear' with one solid blast of energy. Once he'd done that he began to slowly collect all of his knives that were strewn around the place. "I don't care what potential he has. He won't let me get close enough to stab him." The celestial complained. "Can we leave now? It's too hot here."

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
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Arentis had stopped about 5 meters in the air, watching the exchange. The feathery one reminded him of a child with his lack of attention and obliviousness. And, working on that assumption, perhaps he wasn't too good with humans. Or he was young for his...species. It was also obvious, given the ease that he destroyed the spear, he was powerful and deeply annoying.

"Trust me, Devy," Arentis called back, slowly floating over to the two, "I know powers you can't hope to follow. It's just, you're not really worth expending that energy, y'know?" Every word he spoke drew him closer and allowed him to start forming more things.

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian sighed, looking down at Sethakai with a pained expression. "You have the attention span of a gnat, I swear." Sliding his red irises over to Arentis, disappointment written all over his features, he shrugged and gathered a small ball of crimson runes in one hand. "That's a shame, Arenti-chan, but I don't think you really understand what you're caught up in. Come let me know once you've worked out what's going on. Besides, I'll be impressed if I can learn anything about power from a mortal~" The red energy burst from his palm, targeting Arentis' half-formed structures before infecting them with crimson, breaking them apart from the inside. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I have better things to do than partake in unproductive and unprofitable banter with you." Devian tilted his head with a smile, before he and Sethakai vanished, reappearing back in Devian's office.

"What a senseless waste of time." He complained, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it on the rack by the door before striding over to his desk and slumping down in his swivel chair. Running a hand over his face, he peered through his fringe at the celestial. "Hopefully he won't be back."

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
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Arentis needed a new plan. This initial sweep of the skills and defence of the office had resulted in a fair few observations. But now he had reached a dead end of stalling and verbally attacking this foe. The only person that could get him back quickly was the afor mentioned foe, however. So he drifted closer and closer during Devian's speech letting the words blend together into meaningless ramble. French lessons had a use after all; most kids he knew had that skill done.
'"Now, excuse us...." '
He learched foward and grabbed the wrist of the feathery-dude as quickly as he could. Next thing he knew, he had landed panfully on the floor of the office. Quickly scrambling to his feet, he launched of the floor and through the gaping hole leading to the blue of the sky far above.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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The celestial tilted his head as he listened to Devian, a look of brief confusion crossing his features. "...What's a gnat?" He questioned, not really expecting an answer at that exact moment in time but he'd surely pester the god about it later. Sure he'd spent a while in the world of 'mortals' as Devian called them but it was debatable whether or not Sethakai actually knew the name for humans, not to mention what a gnat was.

Grabbing Sethakai was probably not a smart idea especially as he was quite used to being teleported around. His first reaction to feeling a hand on his wrist was of course to stab Arentis and the other male was now easily within stabbing range. Upon landing back in the office he wasn't quite sure how many times he'd stabbed and attempted to stab the other but it would have been a decent amount of times.
"Deeeevvv. The mortal is already back," He complained, watching as it fell over and then escaped the roof that he was sure Devian had fixed earlier...Guess teleporting messed some things up. "And it touched me." He added, throwing a blade after the thing that was quickly trying to nyoom away.

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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As soon as he'd teleported, he had been aware that they'd had a tag-a-long. The God sighed as he watched Arentis fly away, before turning back to Sethakai. "Deeev?" Sighing again, he waved a hand and the office was whole once more. "What do you want me to do? Get some hand sanitizer?" His laptop and other possessions materialised back to where they had been before, and the God flipped open his laptop. "We're going to have to do something about him. He will be back."

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
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Arentis was half out of the hole in the ceiling when he was stabbed. Letting out a yelp, he dropped a meter before riding out of sight as fast as possible. He'd check the damage later. Right now he needed to get home to finish his plans. And by plans, he meant weapons.

Blood dripped off the bottom of his shoe from his wound and probably landed of very weirded out people below. He didn't really care about people seeing around here, everyone knew about him around here. He's pretty much myth and ledgers in one, which is great.