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Dec 11, 2014 22:27:57 GMT -5
Post by Ren Xaradar on Dec 11, 2014 22:27:57 GMT -5
He'd spent the last thousand years searching the continents for his brother. He'd become increasingly surprised that it was taking him this long. He gave his brother credit. Loki had always been the type who liked being in the spotlight and running and hiding was certainly not his forte. But he supposed he didn't mind the chase. Besides, it gave him time to sort through his conflicting feelings. Ren had lived with his mother's words echoing in his head, Protect your brother, Ren, and now he was on a mission to kill him. He wasn't sure if Loki had actually escaped all those years ago when they'd come together or he'd let him go. Part of him feared living without his twin while the other half of him, the half that had agreed to help the Angels, wanted to kill him. He was conflicted with years of jealousy and a brotherly bond. Even if he hadn't found his brother in the last thousands years, it gave him an excuse to keep looking without having to deal with the problem.
His search had brought him to the last continent he had yet to explore; North America. Intrigued at just how easy it was to become a citizen, he quickly found himself rising the ladder of the Federal Borough of Investigation with each lie that left his mouth. How easy it was to mold the minds of those who were already corrupted. Money spoke in this country and Ren had plenty of it to throw around. It wasn't like he really valued it. He merely used it as a means to find his brother. It wasn't long till he had the power and credentials to investigate where ever and when ever he wanted simply by showing a badge. He couldn't keep himself from smiling. He could feel the net closing in. As long as Loki didn't hear his name mentioned, he would remain in whatever little nest he'd made for himself, just waiting for the hawk to swoop in and take him. He kept his Divine Weapon close, making it appear as his registered gun. He'd had thousands of years to blend in with the humans and found it easy to fall into a routine and make some "friends" to cement his identity.
His latest exploring had brought him to LA where he was supposed to be investigated a bunch of gruesome murders that suspected a serial killer. The very crime itself didn't interest him but the big city did. For one, it was rising quickly to become the crime capital of America and if he knew his brother, which he did, intimately, then Loki wasn't sitting around absently living the quiet life. It was impossible for Loki to not do something mischievous. Through out history, he'd made it his number one goal to raise Hell for all humans. It was all one big game for him. And with newer and newer generations rising up, he had endless possibilities. Ren had decided to follow every lead of chaos on every continent to see what it brought him but so far, he'd come up short. Either his brother was playing his game very well, or Ren was overlooking something. He was leaning more towards the latter.
He bent down to the body cooking on the sidewalk, blood seeming to almost boil with the hear from the burning house. Of course, for Ren, the heat didn't bother him which allowed him to approach the body without his team. He turned his head sideways to look at the man's face and frowned, instantly spotting the gang tattoo on the man's face, just about the only place on his body where he wasn't burnt to a crisp. This was a dead end for finding his brother. He would just have to play along with this crime scene now and that was what disappointed him the most. Pretending to try and solve human murder cases took away from his time in hunting Loki.
"What do you think, boss?" Called one of his team from the safety of the street. Ren frowned and stood up, careful to not step into the ooze around him and walked back to his team. "Another gang hit. Seems this man was their target. Although it's starting to get out of hand, considering they'd burnt his whole family including the house. I want the municipal out here and I want the footage from this street ASAP. Get Hanes and Higgens to go from house to house and see if they can't get anyone to talk. Doubtful but we need to cover every base." He pushed past the team as they hurried to do his bidding. As he approached his car, his name was quickly called out and he sighed and turned as a young blond intern appeared, cheeks flushed as she handed him an evidence bag. "Mr. Thompson! I think I might have found something!"
He snatched the bag from her, making her start unexpectedly but she quickly composed herself as Ren held it up to take a look and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. Not even caring about protocol, he ripped the seal off the bag and pulled out the paperwork inside, much to the intern's startled gasps. He didn't need to read much more. It was the name at the top of the paperwork that had caught his attention. Xaradar Enterprises. This was not a coincidence. Listed below the letter head was a list of weapons and prices and some other gibberish Ren really didn't care about.
He looked up at the girl who quickly blushed again. "Lucy, right?" he asked her.
She gave a small smile and nodded. "Yes, sir."
Ren stuffed the paperwork back into the evidence bag and opened his car door and tossed it onto the passenger seat. "I know you followed protocol but as your superior, I want you to forget all of this. Understand? You found nothing. Don't worry. You won't get in trouble for anything."
She frowned but nodded. "Understand, sir."
"Good. Go join the rest of the team. I need to head back to base." He watched as she returned to the team but Ren had no plans to return to base. He hadn't felt more alive than he had that time a thousand years ago when he'd come face to face with Loki on the battlefield. His blood was practically alive with Magik and he wanted nothing more than to track down this Xaradar Enterprises and bring an end to his brother's game. Unfortunately, he was going to have to take it slow; blend in.
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Mar 23, 2015 15:47:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 15:47:48 GMT -5
Quinn had quite enough for a day. Being in Limbo did not feel the same since she usurped her father. At the time, she had to do it. He was becoming distant, neglecting his job and his responsibilities with the other angels. The only thing that she knew was that he kept mumbling that it was not black and white. He meant the angels that much she was sure. Yet what he was actually talking about she had no notion. Never could she forget, nor in truth forgive herself after seeing her father look hurt. He was not one to show emotions, bottling them up like her and keeping all sensitivities to one side. Yet that day, the day of the challenge was different. A faint tear rolled down his cheek before he turned away. That was the last time that she had seen him.
Hating him for realising how much she hurt him, she had delved herself into her new role. Yet it always played in the back of her mind: where did he go? What did he do? Sometime later, it was pronounced that he was dead but she did not believe it. She knew he could fight, she knew his skill. If he was at his optimal she would not have won the challenge. In truth, she knew why she won: he let her. This was something that puzzled her as well. Though she was great, he was greater. He had so much more experience and they both knew it. Yet when the time to strike was on hand, he retracted. It had all been over after that. That is the fight itself was. However, the inner turmoil in her mind would not stop replaying the events.
As it was, she was tracking on her own. Her colleague Roran was a greater tracker. This was not to say she was bad, far from it. Yet he had a knack of finding people, people no one else could find. That was something that had been bugging her for a while but she never voiced it. How could he be so good? Still he gave a great advantage to the team and more frankly, she liked him, even if he was slightly vain. He would have been the perfect person to help her find her father. Yet she could not, no she would not get him involved or anyone else for that matter. All the angels laughed when she asked if there was any way her father survived. If she kept bringing it up, she feared her rivals would use this as an excuse to get rid of her. They would make out that the responsibility was too taxing for her, that it was making her see things.
Perhaps she was already seeing things that could not be unseen. The world was changing and so were they. She had hoped for the better but doubt plagued her. Spending a few days traveling from Limbo, she had some sort of tip off that someone from the neighborhood was going to be able to help her. Looking around, sensing nothing out of the ordinary, she strove with determination in her step. A few minutes later, she realized the tip off was frankly misleading. Whatever had been there before was derelict, nothing was apparent. The warehouse had blood on the floor, mostly old but faint specs of newer: perhaps a couple of days old at most.
Her intrigue intensified. The boxes obscured quite a lot of the view of the place, making anyone to have a good hiding spot. Slowly she moved around. Each step she took was with a precision, silent and spring that could get her out of any tight situations. The smell seemed somewhat off. She could not make out what that meant but she believed it was not human blood. When she finally got around the boxes, she noticed that the rest of it was empty; well almost empty except for the drops of blood on the floor. The rest seemed to be scrubbed up quite well. The signs on the walls told her that it was a fighting ground. It must have been some sort of fighting ring with gamblers and the rest competing for the kill. She had no doubt there was underground killings like this but since it was a long while since she had seen anything like this, she had always assumed that it had gotten out of fashion.
Her senses prickled. The hairs at the back of her head stood on end. There was a demon approaching. From the feeling that congregated in her, it was a strong one. Instinctively she slipped to her Twin Sai, bringing them to the front. There she stood in silence, watching and awaiting for the presence to come closer. It was coming closer and she was prepared.
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Mar 27, 2015 12:56:35 GMT -5
Post by Ren Xaradar on Mar 27, 2015 12:56:35 GMT -5
He waited the appropriate amount of time before getting into his car and driving off. He hadn't felt this excited in his hunt in a really long time. Sure, it was just a name but if Loki had been this stupid to leave a trail like this, then there were bound to be others. Apparently, he had made a business for himself probably after he felt like he was comfortable. It was hard to hang onto his patience at this point. He wanted nothing more than to go onto more leads but, unfortunately, if he wound up disappearing at this point, his name would be all over the news and it was like throwing up a sign for Loki that he was there. No, he needed to calm down. He'd been searching for so long. What was another couple days?
He turned to head downtown and lowered his window to let in some of the fresh spring air and that was when it hit him. He almost slammed on his breaks and turned around but he quickly calmed himself down. He was supposed to be their ally. There was no reason to turn tail and run. After all, it was her scent that he caught. Deciding he probably shouldn't ignore her, considering she'd descended from on high, he followed her scent to an abandoned warehouse just outside downtown and got out. He touched his gun, his divine weapon in disguise and entered the warehouse. He could remember the first time he'd laid eyes on Quinn. In fact, at first he'd hated the sight of her. What was a flamboyant angel doing on the Silver Cross? She was all smiles and giggles and it made him want to kill her. But when he was released from his confines and got his chance, she quickly proved to him that looks were very deceiving. Of course, he'd spent some time in Alcatraz, the supernatural prison, before the Silver Cross had come to collect him and he'd been rather weak but nonetheless, whether he was at full strength or not, he didn't want to go up against her again. He supposed the rumors were true about those on the Silver Cross; they had definitely earned their spots.
He found her quickly and leaned his shoulder in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and a smirk crossing his face. "What's the princess doing so far from her castle?" he asked, his voice smooth, like poison. She may have been the one to put a Divine Weapon in his hands but she was also the one holding his leash. He did anything against the Silver Cross and it was she who came after him. As much as he hated working with Angels, they were his only way to kill his brother.
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Mar 28, 2015 6:16:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2015 6:16:50 GMT -5
Demons were something she could never get her head around. They were bad, corrupting the humans and rest to follow sin but at the same time there had to surely have a reason to be evil. Still it was not Quinn to question or ponder her mind like a philosopher. She was a warrior: she was there to fight. Unlike a great many angels who preached virtue and chimed against the demons, few actually got their hands dirty with the fighting. Quinn was one of them. She would train everyone with his or her divine weapon and if she needed to remove the weapons as well.
Ren was an enigma in itself. He wanted his brother dead, or at least that was what she was led to believe. As far as she saw the whole façade, she did not completely trust him. He did not like her kind and she could see a point where he would turn against them. When their common enemy had gone, there would be nothing to hold them together anymore; not that this piece of fact in itself was very disconcerting to her. The quicker their transaction took place, the better she would be holding his weapon again for someone more worthy. Though she did not want to entrust such an object to him, she did what was necessary. Quinn did not have to like this.
Placing her Sai in their holdings, she glanced upon the demon. Ren was cute by any standards but she would not trust anything about him. He was a viper that needed to be extinguished, quicker more preferably. Still he had a way to be charming when he wanted to be. Smiling at his damsel in distress quote, for both of them knew she would kick his ass if it were required; she let out a small laugh and gave a small wave before replying. “Oh Ren did you think of that all by yourself?”
The smile was still in her eyes, seeing no intimate danger. The wave she knew would annoy him but she was not going to be anything but her bubbly self, even if he did not deserve it. “This princess it seems simply cannot get enough of your kind. You must be so irresistible.” She gave him a wink before straightened herself up a bit more. “I would have thought you would have been enjoying yourself and not bothering yourself with this old warehouse and little old me.” Her smile returned. It must truly vex him to know the reason he had his divine weapon was due to her. Still perhaps the night was not going to be boring which was always a bonus.
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Mar 28, 2015 15:43:37 GMT -5
Post by Ren Xaradar on Mar 28, 2015 15:43:37 GMT -5
He felt his skin crawl at her rather forward innuendos. His father, being the Demon Lord of Lust and his mother, practically his disciple, Ren had been exposed to things far too risque for a child to experience. To say he was desensitized to things like sexual desire was putting it lightly. In fact, Ren hated the very idea of sex and love. Whether she had meant them or not, Ren had picked up on the subtle hints and felt a loathing towards Quinn. But he kept his composure. He was still the Silver Cross's pet, whether he liked it or not and if he wanted to keep his minuscule chance of killing his brother, he needed to play "good boy" at least for a little while longer. But that didn't stop his fingers from itching to grab his Divine Weapon. At the moment, it appeared as is registered gun given to him by the FBI but when he desired, it became a large black scythe. Instead of acting on instincts to kill her, Ren snorted.
"How can I enjoy myself when I catch your stench? You've ruined my fun so I came here in the hopes that somehow, you'd be apologize." He moved into the room, his very presence seeming to fill the room. Quinn might have had the upper hand when it came to strength and weapons but she didn't have Magik and in an enclosed place like this, it would be easy to gain the upper hand on her. Even as he thought about it, he rested a hand on the cement wall and a tiny fissure appeared, as if antsy to be of service. Ren smirked at the wall before he pulled his hand away. Quinn had made no threatening moves towards him. For now, he'd keep his Magik under control.
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Apr 1, 2015 3:48:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 3:48:19 GMT -5
After spending a tiny bit of time with humans, through Rorans suggestion, she had picked up some lines that she had always heard other species saying. If she realised they were actually full of innuendos perhaps she would not have used them, especially for a demon of all things. Yet she always said things without truly thinking them out in the first place. As for what she actually said, she did not believe it was anything bad. Demons were the corruptors after all. As far as she was concerned, he was being the flippant one calling her a princess; it was one of the nicknames that she hated hearing about her. Had she not proven herself to her fellow angels already. She hoped it was simply his way of being an arrogant demon and not because she had heard, it was something she really did not like.
She had given him a weapon, one that could in essence be used against her but she did not worry. She could wield it better than anyone else, even by him. Magik was the problem but how much he hated to say it, he needed her alive. However much it vexed her, she needed him to get rid of his brother. It was a chilling alliance; one she never really wanted but perhaps only one that was needed. Breathing in, she shook her head at his words. Demons were not known to play nice.
“Apologise to you? I have done nothing wrong unlike you demons! If the sight and stench repulsed you so much then why trudge over here and prolong that pain? You could have left and hunted down your brother instead. Or can you not do it yourself?” What bit his ass? He was always like barbed wire, perhaps rightly so in his circumstances but she did not have to put up with it. Though it was not perhaps best to antagonise, he was a demon who should have felt her blade. He never cared about others and he certainly did not truly care if he killed her. Her eyes steeled against any potential form of attack. Demons were unpredictable. After last time, she would not underestimate him again.
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Apr 5, 2015 15:23:31 GMT -5
Post by Ren Xaradar on Apr 5, 2015 15:23:31 GMT -5
Pain was speaking accurately. Just being in her presence made his skin burn and his muscles twitch. His instincts were telling him to kill her and be done with this ridiculous charade but he knew better. Perhaps if she hadn't been a part of the Silver Cross, he might have acted on such impulses. But he wasn't ready to have the whole of the Silver Cross putting a hit marker on his back. Enemies of my enemy is my friend. Ren stuck to that motto and as long as the Angels thought he was on their side, he had the possibility of bringing down both enemies at the same time. So here he was, playing the faithful servant, even if it made his skin crawl. He even waved away her little snipet about his skills and smirked at her, finishing his circle of the room and coming to stand where he started. "In fact, I was just coming back from a lead and I thought it was highly convenient that you showed up. Thought you might want to know what I've found."
He crossed his arms and once more, leaned his shoulder against the doorway, eyes staring Quinn down, as if he could see straight through to her soul. "Ever here of 'Xaradar Enterprises? If you're smart, you'll put the connection together without me having to explain. The recent height of gang wars in LA are a result of his organization. Weapons marketing. It's a deep, underground organization that has been overlooked by all the major factions of the world, including the Angels. My brother has literally leeched himself onto the life blood of this world and has build an army up around him." His face grew serious and his voice lowered to a dangerous level. "The next time you begin to doubt me, I want you to think about this particular conversation and realize how dangerous of waters we will be treading into. You all need to stop glaring at me and realize just how dangerous Loki has become. Demon or not, Loki will tear this world apart piece by piece and if he gets his hands on nuclear weapons, there's no telling who he'll sell them to." He straightened back up and finally looked away from her, resuming his aloof demeanor. "I'm leaving. I don't have time to stand around and chat. I'm sure you'll want to report to your superiors rights away." He said the word 'superiors' with a spat, as if the word itself was a curse.
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