by mairon » Thu Jan 19, 2017 12:16 am
J e z e b e l - I n t e r d i m e n s i o n a l M a n i p u l a t i o n
Jezebel followed closely behind Kate, focusing her attention on looking the least drunk possible. She had consumed enough alcohol to make an elephant slur, but they didn’t need to know that. The way she stood behind the redhead made her look like she wasn’t there- that is until she decided to emerge out beside her. As the two approached the group, it became clear who was there. There were the angels she had seen in the foyer, Absinthe, and three others whom she couldn’t recognise. One, a girl with two pairs of owl-like wings. Another, a young boy decorated with feathers all around who was almost certainly the harpy, and then another male who didn’t look to have any special traits at all. So ordinary, any other person would think he was just a regular human boy- even Jezebel’s drunken mind forgot for a moment that special creatures saw humans as inferior. They had a good reason to, at least. Humans were on the ignorant side.
With a glare at the divine creatures in front of her, Jezebel’s hatred towards the very differentiated races started to show. It was only the tranquillity of their conversation that kept her from lashing out. Silently, the Angel of Death watched them talk, before directing her intensive eyes to Mika and answering, “It’s a corset, sweetie. It’s meant to stop your breathing, speed up someone else’s heart.”
While Jezebel found it foolish for somebody with such a high position to take on such a skimpy outfit, she didn’t seem to realise that Absinthe’s declaration went out to all. She was no exception, and as Kate began to take on her assigned role of costume design, the realisation that she, too, would have to dress up made her feel brainless. Looking around to Kate, expectantly, Jezebel put on a questioning face. She lowered her voice as she spoke, almost whispering, “We don’t have to do that, too, right?”
-
D e i m o s - B a n s h e e
Deimos was enjoying the view of the town from above, however, all good things must come to an end. As Eve descended towards the main street, Deimos tried to take in one last glance of the humans’ homes before focusing on the enlarging demons in front of him. The angel touched ground, and the banshee tactfully wriggled back onto solid earth, almost as if he was afraid that once she let go there would be a long way to fall. While the boy had enjoyed the thrilling flight, he had to admit that being back on the ground was a good feeling.
Upon Peter’s comment, Dei brushed off the last of the exhilaration from the flight and nodded his head in agreement. “Humans aren’t the most understanding creatures…” he replied, quietly. People were like animals, they were scared at every little thing that they did not understand. Nonhuman creatures? Must be a threat. Power of flight? Seems like someone I should attack! Heck, even healers seemed like threats to humans, so sometimes, being believed to just be another of them in a costume was a good thing. One human might not be much of a menace, but when they’re in a group they can put up a hell of a fight. Especially when your powers don’t include aerial navigation.
Suddenly, Absinthe said something that snapped him out of his thoughts. Eyes widened, Dei looked at the store that the demon was referring to. There was no way she was expecting them to dress up like… that. Deimos looked down at his own outfit, a simple grey shirt and human jeans, and took a step away from the group. “Whoa, no way. N-no way,” he refused, shaking his head. His panic only grew as Absinthe’s suggestion was backed up by the other advisor, and the words were set in stone. Without a viable escape, Deimos stared at the showcase of the store. If his choices were to wear something from there or die trying to run away from there… he would take his chances.