"Wonderful" She rises to her feet "Well then, I will be off to meet this demon sensing man" She gives each of them a kiss on the lips "Be good while I am gone." With that she heads out and locks teh door behind her, heading for the portal to earth.
The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Er.... What did I forget...? Um..." She pauses awkwardly with a finger raised in the air for a minute. She hums for a while, then "Oh yeah! Wait... No that wasn't it.... Ahh... I think I was gonna ask for something... Er... Oh yeah! Don't tell him I told you, okay? He'd get kinda mad." Felicia says, smiling sheepishly.
She gets there soon enough, and the Gatewatcher waves her through. Again, she's back on the same street, and she remembers the dress customs when everyone looks at her oddly.
The mall, as always, is crowded. Heading up to the food court, she sees a café that is part inside and outside the mall, with a little balcony that has a few tables and chairs, all of which are filled.
She enters the bustling café, and the white noise of tens of conversations hit her ears, mixed with the clanking and hissing of the coffee machines, as well as waiters calling out orders.
[Discern Realities Roll: 8]
As soon as she enters, she notices a lone male patron sitting on the balcony shiver slightly and look around the café. His eyes settle on her before narrowing, and widening a few seconds later. It seemed he was the guy she was looking for...
[Discern Realities Roll: 8]
As soon as she enters, she notices a lone male patron sitting on the balcony shiver slightly and look around the café. His eyes settle on her before narrowing, and widening a few seconds later. It seemed he was the guy she was looking for...
She notices something shift under the clothes he's wearing. "... Sure..." He mutters, still looking at her shrewdly.
"Yeah..." He murmurs. She gets a good look at him, and sees he's pretty good looking for a human. A neatly trimmed beard frames a hard, angular face, with shrewd brown eyes that are peering out at her from behind narrowed lids. He has hair that is a brown so dark it looks almost black. He's wearing a black t-shirt that says "Everything Happens For A Reason!" and a pair of black jeans, with shoes that are a somewhat stylish mixture of orange, black, and white. He looks quite young, maybe in his early twenties, and has a broad chested, muscular body. He certainly looks the picture of a fighter, if his currently tense muscles are any indication.
"Looking for armor. I can do 600 Cs at the absolute most, in which case I'll be completely broke. Anything that can stop or at least slow an arrow is ideal. If there isn't anything that cheap, I won't waste your time." Klaus says, getting right to the point. "Also, your shop is bitchin'. I really like that forge."
"Thanks. Made it myself. My minimum prices for basic armour start from 400 Cs, though. It may be basic, but it'll certainly stop an arrow. Maybe a low level fireball if it isn't a direct hit. Same goes for blades. And it'll protect from pretty much any blunt weapon unless it's a very heavy one." The Ultima says.
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"Alright. I'll stick with armor today. Show me the 400 C merchandise if you please." Klaus decides, occupying a hand by rubbing Melly's back.
The Ultima nods and turns, reaching for a set of breastplates. He sets them down on a table with a clank, and bids Klaus come closer to look at them.
"This one here," He says, tapping the first, a simple breastplate, "Is regular steel. Will stop an arrow, maybe a fireball. A direct hit from a blade, however, is going right through. 400 Cs." He says. Then, he taps the next one, a breastplate that looks like it's fashioned from blood.
"This one here is an alloy of steel and ber'aak, the metal the guards use to make their axes. It's not actually bloody looking, but when mixed with iron, steel, or copper, is usually changes its colour. Turns a sort of dull brown with iron, bloodred with steel, as you can see here, and a sort of... Bluish-brown, shiny tint with copper. Anyway, this is tougher than the first, but a little heavier. 500 Cs." He says, then taps the third one, a black breastplate.
"Frankly, I wouldn't even be offering you this merely because it's too heavy. But you said you wanted to see the merchandise, so... This one is an alloy of ber'aak, steel, and iron. Definitely heavier, but much tougher than the first two put together. 600 Cs. I got other stuff, but... You said you can't go higher than 6 Cs, right?" He says with a wry chuckle.
"Fine. What exactly are you, where did you come from, what's your name, and why are you here? I want all the details. Leave nothing out." He says in a deep, husky voice that would have normal women throwing themselves at him. He leans forward with one arm on the table, while the other remains in his pocket.
"This one here," He says, tapping the first, a simple breastplate, "Is regular steel. Will stop an arrow, maybe a fireball. A direct hit from a blade, however, is going right through. 400 Cs." He says. Then, he taps the next one, a breastplate that looks like it's fashioned from blood.
"This one here is an alloy of steel and ber'aak, the metal the guards use to make their axes. It's not actually bloody looking, but when mixed with iron, steel, or copper, is usually changes its colour. Turns a sort of dull brown with iron, bloodred with steel, as you can see here, and a sort of... Bluish-brown, shiny tint with copper. Anyway, this is tougher than the first, but a little heavier. 500 Cs." He says, then taps the third one, a black breastplate.
"Frankly, I wouldn't even be offering you this merely because it's too heavy. But you said you wanted to see the merchandise, so... This one is an alloy of ber'aak, steel, and iron. Definitely heavier, but much tougher than the first two put together. 600 Cs. I got other stuff, but... You said you can't go higher than 6 Cs, right?" He says with a wry chuckle.
"Fine. What exactly are you, where did you come from, what's your name, and why are you here? I want all the details. Leave nothing out." He says in a deep, husky voice that would have normal women throwing themselves at him. He leans forward with one arm on the table, while the other remains in his pocket.
Klaus nods in appreciation for the stock. "Yes, no higher than 600. No matter though, I think I've found my purchase with the first one." He says with a grin, fishing out 400 Cs. "I think I'll need to preserve my agility this time around. I'll keep your store in mind when it ends up saving my life."
"What exactly I am... is called an Eidolon. A shape shifting demon, but unlike a djinn, my forms are all phsycal rather than illusions. Where I came from should be obvious dear... I came from hell. My name is not something I give lightly, but you may refer to me as Phorcide for now. As for why I am here..."
She chuckles and smiles at him "I am here for you my dear. I have been watching you from a distance for a while now. You have this ability to sense other worldly beings... or maybe just demons... but either way I had to know more. I watched you grow from fat boy to toned and skilled man over these years and now, as fate would have it, you are everything I need. So... I want to make a deal with you."
She chuckles and smiles at him "I am here for you my dear. I have been watching you from a distance for a while now. You have this ability to sense other worldly beings... or maybe just demons... but either way I had to know more. I watched you grow from fat boy to toned and skilled man over these years and now, as fate would have it, you are everything I need. So... I want to make a deal with you."
He nods and adjusts a few straps before handing it to him. "Very well. it will serve you well." He says, grinning as he holds his hand out for the money.
He narrows his eyes and snorts. "Do you take me for an idiot? We both know you got that information from elsewhere. Demons can't view people in this world. I've had a few experiences with Djinns during my childhood. The only reason they ever targeted me was because of my spiritual energy, which only increased after the angels fought them off. Yes, I know about the angels too. I've read up on as much material as I could find when it came to demons. They mostly pertained to Djinns, Incubi, and succubi, but... You get the point. All demons are pretty much the same. So tell me... What deal do you want to make? Normally I'd say no right off the bat, but a little bit feeling is telling me this might work out in my favour... So shoot." He says, fixing her with his dark eyes.
He narrows his eyes and snorts. "Do you take me for an idiot? We both know you got that information from elsewhere. Demons can't view people in this world. I've had a few experiences with Djinns during my childhood. The only reason they ever targeted me was because of my spiritual energy, which only increased after the angels fought them off. Yes, I know about the angels too. I've read up on as much material as I could find when it came to demons. They mostly pertained to Djinns, Incubi, and succubi, but... You get the point. All demons are pretty much the same. So tell me... What deal do you want to make? Normally I'd say no right off the bat, but a little bit feeling is telling me this might work out in my favour... So shoot." He says, fixing her with his dark eyes.
She sighs and rolls her eyes "Fine. I will quit trying to fuck around. A new arena just opened up in hell. The grand prize is fifty grand, which is a lovely sum of cash. I am an illusionist, not a fighter. none of my slaves are fighters. So as it stands right now, there is no way I can win that cash. I heard about you through the grape vine, toned and skilled with weapons. So here is the big deal, I want you to come with me and fight in my name to win me that cash. What do you get in return? Well, I hear you find this place boring... because it is. So you will get a whole new life style down in hell. Also, you get to rape your opponent when you win."
He blinks, raises an eyebrow, and for a long while, doesn't say anything. Slowly, however, a smirk spreads across his face.
"When do I start?" He asks, still smirking.
"When do I start?" He asks, still smirking.
Her own smile grows "Right now if you want. Or do you need to go and grab some things before we go? Also... I don't know what the rules are, but you might need my brand in order to fight in my name. No bullshit, that is a big thing to have. It would mark you as mine forever, even death with no free you from me. As an up side, it would make you immune to tampering from other demons."
"Hmm... I do have a few things I want to grab... Come along." He says, before getting up to leave. He leaves a few notes on the table for the waiter to collect, then walks out without checking to see if she's following him.
He leads her out of the mall and starts walking towards a black SUV, which he unlocks with a remote key. He gets in, and waits for her to do the same before pulling out of the parking lot. He exits onto the highway, and they immediately get stuck in traffic. He grumbles and slaps the edges if the steering wheel.
"I'm like... 99% sure that every fucking traffic jam id because of one stupid fuck who doesn't know how to fucking drive..." He grumbles before looking at Phorsaal. "I don't suppose they have cars down in hell?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm like... 99% sure that every fucking traffic jam id because of one stupid fuck who doesn't know how to fucking drive..." He grumbles before looking at Phorsaal. "I don't suppose they have cars down in hell?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
He nods appreciatively. "Good, good... Fresh, clean air, or does it reek of rotten eggs, burning souls, and smoke all the time?" He asks, half jokingly and half seriously.