|| Uninvited || Mischief, Sherlock and Blep

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian snorted, throwing the folder down on the desk and standing up, pacing in front of the large window beside his desk. "I like being this height. It's not short, it's convenient." His expression was exasperated, but soon lapsed into mulling over Arentis' arrival in his city. It was going to be a pain, not only because he would have to watch his back all the time, but because he had no idea what kind of powers and abilities his enemy wielded. "Hey, Sethy. On a power comparison, what is Arentis to Genyius?"

A few seconds after the last syllable dropped from his lips, he felt a sudden surge of energy from nearby. Halting his stride, he peered down at the streets below. "He's back. What a persistent pain he's proving to be." Devian moved to one wall, placing a slender hand against the surface and sending a surge of his own power through it. There was the soft sound of something forming behind the plaster, like ice growing across a pond. That should reinforce the structure of the building. Nothing can break in or out without the power of a god a little under my level. Time to test the waters.

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
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Arentis walked through the non-descript reception-type area and, ignoring a few yelps of complaint, vaulted the desk and headed for the stairs. The people upstairs would already have been told of his approach so he may as well skip the formalities. He quietly rummaged in his bag and threw a cool, balloon-like object over his shoulder and flew hard up to his destination.

The metal balloon bounced twice and rolled under the desk Arentis had just vaulted. People had stood to show meaningless annoyance but didn't do anything to avoid his trouble. The balloon started hissing; smoke issued and coiled from the hidden interior.

Arentis heard shrieks of panic far below and hoped that they would all leave. The decoy had worked before.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai had gone back to staring out of the window, watching the many people passing belong. He couldn't quite tell from up here but he bet that most of them were taller than Devian too. So, if you compared Devian to the majority he was short. Hah. The god was incorrect, he was short. Not to mention short did not equal convenient. He couldn't reach the top shelf with the sponges, therefore being short was very, very inconvenient. He was going to object to the god's previous statement but instead got distracted by the next question. "Arentis to Gen..?" He paused, staring down at his hands, feather's twitching a little. "No idea, I can't read Gen's power levels. Everything goes weird and fuzzy whenever I try." He said with a shrug, not seeming that bothered.

The celestial went back to staring out of the window. "He's back? Yay! I can stab him again!"

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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The sound of screaming soon reached his ears, and Devian huffed in irritation. "I can't catch a break for one second." Waving a hand, the God cleared everything of importance from the room, sending it to a safe house in Hawaii. He would deal with it later. Grabbing his coat, he opened the door to his office, and walked through it, choosing the stairs over the lift to descend towards the chaos. Not that he was worried that a mortal contraption would get the better of him, but he might miss Arentis coming upwards. Holding out a hand, a large sword inlaid with crimson diamond appeared, and heflicked it experimentally. A large amount of energy surged outwards in a wave, and he nodded in satisfaction, the wall beside him collapsing outwards despite his reinforcements earlier. As sunlight blazed in through the gap, Devian halted and rested the blade across a shoulder, rolling his weight onto one leg as he waited for his foe to appear. With all the disruption Arentis had caused, he wouldn't be surprised if the police felt inclined to show up soon.

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
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Screams and crashes reverberated earally up the stair case as he climbed fast, at every turn he slapped the wall experimentally with his knuckles. Every two or so walls he skided to a halt in the air, causing a weird blobs of solid air to spray in front of him as he stopped before vanishing back into gas form, and he attached small cylindrical metal devices about the size of his little finger where he knocked. He repeated this while quickly scalling the stairs. After the 8th device was planted, he turned a corner and spotted the little man with a huge sword.
Awesome! Toys! He scowled at his excitement for a second as the severity of the cool sword being used on him sank in a lot later than it should have. Instead of facing them his rose higher and made to try and fly past them, giving them a smile.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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For once Sethakai decided to stay in the office and he simply watched Devian clear everything away. He would likely join the scene if it looked like Arentis was going to exit the scene. He could tell by the shifts in energy that Orange was rapidly approaching the scene and would likely block one of many exits. He knew to charge head first into a fight whilst Devian was on the scene was not a good idea. He didn't want to get caught in the crossfire of one of the God's attacks and would wait till there was a little more space. Maybe if the mortal got wounded and tried to escape...

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.Orange. Sunekosuri Hybrid. Hair dresser.
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A tad late maybe, but Orange finally realised he should be doing something with the intruder who had entered the building. Groaning, the Liondog hybrid stood up, stretching as multiple bones began to crack and reform into another shape, another being. Shaking out his newly formed fur, he stretched again, just to make sure everything had formed correctly and everything was responding. He sighed, taking a moment to adjust to the reduced colours and generally lower quality of vision that glasses couldn't fix. Coming to the conclusion that everything was fine, it was time to find this intruder.

It didn't take long to find the cause of the problem. Oh, a floating human. Opening his mouth, his form began to shift again. Soft, grey fur quickly changed to smooth copper in a ripple that courses across his heavy build. An echoing snarl formed deep inside the canine's metallic structure as he charged forwards, deciding that stepping on the intruder was the best idea. Arentis had a couple of seconds to move and going back down the stairs wasn't an option.

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian looked up as the sound of heavy paws thudded towards them, and an annoyed expression flickered across his face. "About time," he muttered, the sword falling from his shoulder so he could stab it into the floor. Leaning on the hilt, he glared at Orange. "Where were you half an hour ago? This damn human has been here for ages, and he keeps coming back." Seeing the copper glint across the liondog's broad pelt, he huffed, irritation dissipating slightly. He was going to step on him then? Interesting choice of attack, but Devian wasn't going to complain.

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
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Arentis span around as the entire block shuddered and almost fell out of the air in shock. A huge, copper metal dog-thing was bounding up the stairs towards him. Correcting his flight at the last second he flattened himself against the ceiling and starting rummaging in his pockets futilely; his plans had not involved a huge guard-statue. Shooting backwards up the stairs, still pressed flat against the ceiling he made use of Devian talking to the dog thing and got behind the god.

His blood was pounding so hard in his ears that he couldn't even make out what the conversation was about. He'd been 'upgraded', two days ago and had never encounted anything quite so powerful and destictly abnormal as the monster before him. Hopefully, a little bit of normal criminal activity could help.

[86Eternity]

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.Orange. Sunekosuri Hybrid. Hair dresser.
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Orange didn't stop, even as Arentis moved behind Devian. He was half-tempted to step on both the intruder and on the god but knew things really wouldn't work out in his favour if he did that and it almost certainly wouldn't be worth it. He wasn't Sethakai and he couldn't get away with things such as breaking the god's ribs. Form condensing and shrinking once more, he leapt over to the wall, claws digging in as he propelled himself over the god and back toward the floating human, he'd worry about the mess he'd made of the wall later. Despite his smaller size, the lion dog was still incredibly heavy and so he headbutted Arentis.

[Darkanra]

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Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian waved a hand and fixed the wall absentmindedly, before wincing as Orange's head connected with Arentis. Devian previously had the misfortune of being sat on by Orange, before the Foo dog cross had fallen asleep and turned back into a statue again. Even as a God, that had broken most of the bones in the right side of his body, and had taken a full, agonising ten seconds to fix. As an upgraded mortal, Arentis would really feel that headbutt. Turning around, he disappeared and rematerialised on the bottom floor, vanishing all traces of Arentis. He would leave Orange to deal with him for now.