by mairon » Sat Jan 21, 2017 11:30 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
“Aww, that’s cute, now let’s go,” Jezebel commented to Peter, smirking as she followed behind Absinthe. She wasn’t planning on consuming any more alcohol tonight. She had reached her limit, and her informal speech had made it obvious- even to someone as young as Absinthe. Sure, the demon had a high position, but in this state of being drunk, everyone seemed stupid to Jez.
When all the other creatures started to swoop off into the sky, Jezebel decided to give her wings another try. She wasn't any more sober than before, but her alcohol-induced brain thought it was worth a shot. Extending her beaten-down, not-so-pretty wings, Jezebel attempted once again to take off. The wind caught on the parts of her wing that were still solid, and her feet left the ground, but it wasn't a very tactful take-off. just as it had before, the right side of her brain reacted before the left, making for a lopsided lift. What was different from the last time, however, was that she didn’t stop. The fallen angel was determined, and soon get her thoughts together to where she could fly and not look like a falling feather. There were holes in her wings, burnt in when she fell, but she had an advantage over others. Her wings were bigger. It appeared that older angels had larger wings- maybe it was a post-war birth defect, maybe it’s that older ones are more respected, but it was a fact nonetheless. It was these same, larger wings that carried Jez to the front of the group, nearing the harpy and the demon piggybacking him. As Jezebel scanned the crowd of buildings for the Cat Scratch, Absinthe descended, and Jez followed. Once she landed, she took a good look at the place. It wasn’t very fancy-looking, but from the demon’s face, she assumed it was a good place. Once the harpy and the demoness had entered the building, Jezebel looked behind her at the sad pink-haired angel.
“Hmm, maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn’t like you quite as much as I thought.” Before the high-ranked angel could respond, Jezebel turned and entered the club.
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D e i m o s - B a n s h e e
Deimos watched the angels and demons change into their respective outfits. Some were crazy, some were formal, some were casual, like him. Some barely looked like they changed at all, but they still looked like they were ready to party. Dei, for one, was in that group. Sure, Absinthe had ordered them to go alcohol-free for the night, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t party.
When the demoness called for the go, the banshee immediately searched the store for Eve. She had been by his side when they had first got there, but had magically disappeared in the fuss of the party clothes. Once she emerged from behind a rack and made her proposal, Deimos nodded in agreement. “Yeah, let’s go,” he agreed before getting close to her again. At that moment, he took on a pondering expression. Should they try what Mika had suggested earlier? “Should we do the same thing as last time..?” Dei asked, his voice softer than before. If he looked embarrassed, you could not tell, because her next comment made him flushed. “Oh, th-thank you,” he whimpered, quietly, then looking back up to meet her gaze with a shy smile. “You look stunning too.”