How to make your summer productive. {Nara&Open!}

[Anya]

Anya had always thought that a zombie-free New York City would be a lot more pleasant than the undead-infested state it'd been in a few months ago. And it was, mostly. Except...well, things were just so boring now. How was a formerly evil vengeance demon supposed to find redemption when there was nothing to fight and no one to protect?!

I think you may be missing the point here. That tiny, obnoxiously human part of her mind chided lightly. She blinked, a bit bewildered by where all of this...common sense was coming from. Weird. She wasn't sure she liked it. "Quiet, little irritating voice! Having you in my head is going to make me seem crazy!" Anya muttered, thereby...making herself seem downright insane to any passersby who might have heard her. She paused awkwardly in light of the few wary stares she'd attracted, hesitated, and then quickly hurried along her way before any of them could consider calling the funny farm on her.

Central Park, at least, was a welcome distraction. The vengeance demon had found herself coming here more and more frequently in the hours that she didn't spend at the shop she worked in. It was quiet, calm - entirely different from the city that surrounded it; it even reminded her of Sunnydale a bit. And, since she apparently was having more human thoughts than she knew what to do with, she figured that a bright sunny day like today might be a good opportunity for a bit of...equalizing. There never seemed to be a perfect balance where her magic was concerned - if she allowed her humanity to take over, she lost sight of some of her most potent abilities - but if she gave her demonic nature the floor, well...then she tended to lose sight of herself. Neither result was particularly appealing to Anya, so she'd decided that the best solution was...

Meditation!

Hey. It worked in all of those silly human movies.

She'd been practicing for a few days now, with not many notable results. Progress, sure, but no actual tangible results. But it was an almost-productive way to spend her time, and it did make her look sort of serene...so as of now, she was sticking with it. Lightly sitting down in the long green grass, the demon crossed her legs Indian-style, allowed her light brown eyes to flutter closed, and attempted to clear her thoughts. ...Except things kept bothering her. Like the dog she could hear barking on the other side of the field. Or the way the wind blew her hair and made it tickle her face and want to sneeze. Or...

"Ugh! This is useless!" Anya exclaimed quite abruptly, dropping back onto the grass so that she was lying flat on her back and staring at the sky. Completely, utterly useless, this demon-human-girl-Anya creature she was becoming. With a rather dramatic sigh she blinked thoughtfully up at the clouds.

...Well. At least it didn't look like it was going to rain...


ooc:// Muse is blaaaahh. Hope this post is okay >.>

[kitsuneflare88]

Naradan had been living in the zombie free world now for months, he had wandered up and down the city and even to other cities near new york, although he had not done anything really significant other than explore.

He found life in this realm slow and almost relaxing, at least when you compared it to a life as a general in the Abyssal armies. Here you didn't have to worry about power struggles, backstabbing, poisoning, and the other myriad of ways you could be unseated from power when you were torn from your body for the next 50 or so years. So in a way it was relaxing but soooo boring, at the same time.

Nara seemed flustered in some ways, he was glad to be free of the arch dukes on the path to redemption, its just being good was well boring in some ways. In others it was exciting and adventurous, he wanted to atone sure, but he had his own reasons. One people didn't fear you they respected you, second angels were a lot more attractive, and then there was the whole angel wing thing. Then heaven and all the other perks of being an angel.


Nara sighed as he looked around at the place in new york he had just wandered into. "Now where am i?" he asked himself in very clean well spoken American. It would be hard to believe that less than a month ago he had been pulling English out of the surface thoughts of individuals around him.

Nara had a talent for languages though and thus it was easy for him to now understand pretty much anything said to him, reading....that was still being worked on. At least he could talk. "Got to keep the pluses on your mind." he thought aloud as he walked through the green park, where other people were walking and wandering about.

He kept alert occasionally sweeping over the surface thoughts of people, mostly just personal business and drama that really brought him no interest. He kept walking along the sidewalks his hands in his coat pockets, He had discarded the long sleeves on his coat today, the heat was actually kind of nice, so he felt very little need of the longer heavier clothing.

He hummed to himself as his ears picked up a familiar voice, without giving his legs the command they began walking in the direction of the familiar pressance......


<<best i could do: OOC>>

[Anya]

She supposed it was a good thing that she managed not to remain entirely oblivious to surroundings - after all, Central Park was nice and everything, but it was also home to some very shifty looking hobos…one of which could have walked right up and tripped over her, if she wasn’t careful. At any rate, she was able to pick up the sound of approaching footsteps before they reached her, and she curiously tilted her head back to try and get a better look at whoever was nearby.

…And, as a result, found herself staring (albeit upside-down) right at a familiar figure. A very familiar figure, actually - you didn’t tend to forget a newly reformed devil too quickly. All of her former thoughts of frustration abandoned, Anya quickly sprung to her feet, took a moment to dust herself off and brush a few locks of hair back into place, and waved cheerfully to him. “Nara! Hi!” With a bright smile the vengeance demon practically skipped over to him in a typical instance of the ‘act first, ask questions later’ policy she seemed to live by - except this time she remembered the ‘questions‘ part a bit more quickly. “Oh - I‘m Anya! You remember, right?” she managed to add breathlessly, for it had been a few months since they’d last met - but the two of them and Reno’d had quite the little adventure together.

It really was good to see him, though, especially since he seemed to be adapting fairly well to the human world from what she could tell. "So how have you been? Do you like New York? Where are you living? Do you --?" She cut herself off abruptly, actually noticing the speed at which she was talking for once. This would probably fall under the category of 'rambling', which apparently was one of those things that silly normal people didn't do on a regular basis. Not that Anya really much cared to observe such things, but probably wasn't best to bombard Nara with questions too quickly. Give him a moment to breathe. And there were those 'common sense' thoughts again. Anya laughed a bit sheepishly. "I'm doing that thing again. Where I ask too many overwhelming questions at once. Humans don't seem to like that, so I'm trying to work on it."

She was trying to do a lot of things; she only had to remind herself of the meditation she'd just attempted to know that. But perhaps she'd been going about this the wrong way. Anya wasn't really the 'sit still and be quiet' type, whatever the situation...but if she needed to relax, she realized, talking to an old friend for awhile seemed the perfect way to do so. ...As long as she didn't manage to talk his ear off.

"It's been awhile, though. We should talk. Can we talk? Are you busy?"

[Bao Yu Chao]

"Agent Sacred Hammer, why in the name of business men with deep pockets are you sending me to deal with demons? That's your specialty! Sure I'm almost a jack of all trades by now but you want me to handle two possibly strong ones all on my own? Seriously...and I do mean seriously....have you lost your mind?" snapping out those words toward a woman who was wearing a pure white nun outfit holding onto a large silver mallet carved with prayers and a cross on both flat ends. The woman's face wasn't visible at all though, it seemed to be unnaturally shadowed yet her pitch white eyes could be seen with ease.

"Dearest Agent Piggy Slinger...consider this a test of your abilities, will you? I don't just mean beating things senseless...but tact and the ability to think things through. The world is being plagued with more than just vampires and werewolves these days...even biological weapons where innocents are turned into horrifying creatures. All I ask is that you see what their motives are. If they are here to threaten humanity, eliminate them. You've dealt with packs of werewolves and vampires on your own, this mission should be a cake walk. Oddly enough...there are demons out there who wish to save humanity...you know how I get around any and all demons, child. With all that's happening, we cannot risk me truly losing my mind thus losing more helping hands. I despise all demons, good and bad. This is why I must stay behind...if you decide they are bad and need my help after making an effort...well...then I will step out from the shadows once more and bring light into the world. Somehow...I doubt that will be necessary."

The woman sounded like a sage as she spoke, like she had tons of wisdom. Quirking a brow while tucking her hair behind her ear with a dangling piggy earring, she spoke up in a `fact of the matter` way, "So let me get this straight. I'm going to interrogate the two demons you sensed and then determine if they're good guys or bad guys? If they're good guys, I don't beat them up until they're unrecognizable pulps but if they're bad guys, let all hell break loose and give you a call if the situation is too much?" "Correct." "What do I get in return?" "Self gratification of a job well done and a sundae made by me."

With a smirk, she only said one word, "Deal." and turned around to leave the room with a bunch of blessed silver weapons plus a nifty watch special for this so that it was easier to pin point the demons.

Aaaaand that's why she found herself venturing into the large area of Central Park with her hands lightly clenched into fists and a chocolate cigar hanging out of her mouth with a slightly annoyed look on her face. This damn place was so huge! Munching away the candy cigar in her mouth finishing off the look that made her seem as if she was with the mafia or something while walking around. Why didn't Agent Sacred Hammer just give her descriptions of them so she could find those freaks a little easier?! Everyone knew that demons could be under the guise of a human and all she had to really tell them apart was a notification on her watch! Letting out one hell of an annoyed sigh, those sapphire optics glared forward while continuing to walk along up until her watch started to buzz like crazy. OH THANK ALL CURRENCIES OF THE WORLD IN THE GLOBAL BUSINESS EXCHANGE!

She was FINALLY close to them! Bringing her hand up a bit to glance at the watch showing a digital arrow on the screen's surface, it was pointing at...a couple of `people`...one looked a bit on the shady questionable side because of all the clothes he was wearing and the other seemed a little more normal appearance-wise. Hiding in the bushes and dropping eaves would more than likely be a good idea but if these were demons they'd sense the girl with cotton candy colored locks and that could get messy. Direct confrontation on the other hand seemed like a better idea! Walking up to them like a boss as though she was part of some professional organization pulling the strings of the underground, the buzzing on her wrist got stronger and stronger. Flicking it for a moment so it would cease, she munched away on the last bit of her chocolate cigar and starred at them for a moment before speaking up with some edgy professionalism in her tone, "Nice day, isn't it, peasants? Running into diseased, infectious freaks are more of a rarity than before....only something craving battle and the adrenaline rush of excitement, like a demon, would be sad about it coming to an end, don't you commoners think so?"

Slightly leaning toward the female, she locked her gaze upon her before tilting her head toward the overdressed male to let him know she was talking to him too.

[kitsuneflare88]

Nara smiled at anya his smile breaking into the familiar, slightly off toothy smile that he had. "HI anya." He said in very clear concise English. It was amazing he was now speaking flawless clean English without pauses or anything, it would be hard to imagine less than a month ago he had not even been able to speak English and was forced to learn from the minds of people around him.

"of course i remeber you....." He said to her, then added in his own head. You've got such a distinctive personality it's hard not to remember you.

He smiled as he listened to her ramble, it might be an embaressing thing to an outsider, but he thought it was a unique feature. Then again the closest thing he had managed to conversations was listen to me or i kill you, and make you do it, ect. And if someone wanted to talk to you you just might end up with a dagger in your back.

"I'm doing good, got my own place." he said smiling. It was true, he was renting a loft from some club owner, who even gave him a job so it was going good.

He was adapting to this time very quickly, then again his kind were always good at something like that. They learned to adapt to their situations so they could exploit them if needed. "its alright." he added with a grimace.

"No i'm really not up to anything right now." he said with a smile, his coat billowing a bit as his wings gave an involuntary swish of delight.

Nara paused as he felt a new consciousness right near him, he scanned the surface thoughts trying to not be too intrusive or noticeable as he did so. Nara shrugged at the comment knowing it was meant to bait him into a trap. Well we'll see about that one he said in his mind.

"I'm kind of glad those zombies are gone, less trouble for everybody involved." He said simply, his coat rustled a bit oddly in the breeze.

[Anya]

She couldn't help but grin a bit when Nara replied to her in what could only be described as clear, concise English - which proved exactly how far he'd come from their first meeting, when he still seemed to be piecing the language together gradually. Clearly the devil had a talent for adapting to the world around him, and this was something that Anya could certainly respect. Given that, well...she knew how difficult it could be, to say the least. "Wow!" she chirped warmly, "You're already so fluent! If I didn't know any better I'd think you were a completely normal, definitely-not-psychic human being!" Her words, though bluntly spoken as usual, were well-meant, and her mood seemed to brighten even further (if that were...actually possible) when Nara informed her that he wasn't too busy for a little chat.

"Great!" she responded, more than a little relieved that she wasn't going to have to spend the rest of the afternoon slowly dying of boredom. "You know, you must be very good at the whole language-thing. I never actually learned any of the languages I know to be honest; you're pretty much just granted most of that knowledge when you become a veng--" Having caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye, Anya turned slightly as she spoke...and abruptly cut herself off upon realizing that she'd come face to face with a distinctly human girl with a...somewhat suspicious expression on her face.

Oops.

"...Vengeful ex-wife of a Russian politician! Yep! Walked away from that mess of a marriage with plenty of multi-lingual knowledge, if nothing else." she finished in a nervous jumble of words. The whole 'lying on the spot' thing had really never worked for her in the past, so it wasn't actually surprising that she wasn't exactly putting on a very convincing performance now. It'd probably be better to just...stop talking. So with some difficulty the vengeance demon bit her tongue and settled for meeting the stranger's cool gaze with her usual cheerful, would-be oblivious expression. The girl had a rather professional sort of look about her - save for her unusually colored pink and blue hair - but then again, compared to some of the freaks Anya had run into around New York this feature wasn't too attention-drawing.

The girl, who looked to be somewhere in her late teens by Anya's best estimation, hadn't hesitated even a moment before greeting them with a conversation-opener about...zombies. Well, the vengeance demon wasn't going to pretend like she was an expert on human behavior, but this typically wasn't what your average everyday human on the street preferred to chat about. None the less, the blonde couldn't help but offer one of her trademark spontaneous responses. "Yes, no more zombie-freaks! It's nice. Now we only have to worry about the...normal freaks. New York still has plenty of those." Oh well, couldn't win 'em all!

And then...what was that about demons?! Trying and (naturally) completely failing to hide the stunned expression that had suddenly come over her face, Anya couldn't help but shoot a rather bewildered look over at Nara...who thankfully ended up handling the situation a bit more calmly than she did. Forcing a smile back onto her features, she returned her gaze to the girl and nodded eagerly to affirm Nara's words.

"Um, right! It's a good thing. Especially for us. 'Cause we're...commoners." she added, blinking anxiously. Undoubtedly this girl knew - or at least suspected - the two of them of being...not-quite-normal. But in potentially dangerous situations, Anya had learned that it was best to just play dumb.

...Or play dead. But she usually only went to that extreme when there were bunnies around...

[Bao Yu Chao]

What the hell...?! Was...was one of them in her head? DID SHE NEED TO CHOKE A BITCH?! ...or....bastard....something...demon...? Well that momentary feeling giving her the unwanted nostalgia of the first few times she dealt with vampires clinched that something was going on but it was more like a slight feeling. Thank goodness she could actually defend herself better against unwanted mind probing if she REALLY wanted to. Kind of like some one gently poking at her head...if she wasn't as experienced, chances were she wouldn't have noticed a damn thing.

Though that wasn't the only thing that was fishy, the blond girl seemed to be acting weirder than anyone she had ever met. She looked much too young to have been married for starters and couldn't help but slap her palm right on her face....and...swooshed her hair to go over her ear while clearing her throat a bit. At least the boy was making a better effort in terms of responses....it was hard to tell if he actually meant his words though. That girl though...she was really getting plastered in plenty of metaphorical flags saying `SHE MIGHT BE A BIG FAT LIAR ABOUT THE IMPORTANT DETAILS! BEAT HER TO A PULP BECAUSE VIOLENCE SOLVES ALL! ON SECOND THOUGHT THERE'S ANOTHER DEMON HERE TOO YOU NEED MORE TIME BEFORE BUSTING OUT THE BIG GUNS! FIND OUT MORE! YEAH!`

Goodness that was a ridiculous amount of unwanted clutter in her head. The girl already seemed worried...certainly if a `bad` demon felt cornered they would strike and attack rather than feel a bit concerned...or at least that's what she figured. Oh well, at least the girl was a cheap form of entertainment in midst of all this... "Tch...what did you do, peasant, marry a Vengeful Russian Politician for money? Give me a break, will you? After all...I'm rich, not stupid and I know politicians...they don't bother marrying themselves to the poor little commoners and Russian men are generally those for power, not sympathy. It's alright though, I forgive you for being so envious of those in higher powers of you. Most people are."

Crossing her arms over her chest after that straight forward little talk with a bit of a `oh I do pity you`look gracing her composure then turned her gaze over to the male whose....coat was rustling in an almost unnatural fashion in the breeze. "Especially people such as myself...getting my hands dirty...I mean really...it was just absolutely disgusting! Though I have to admit I was surprised when I found out they weren't roaches of the underworld..." Uncrossing her arms while pulling out a small bottle of holy water, she glared at it in a side glance while grumbling "Holy things such as this water didn't do anything...so I bet you can imagine how stupid I felt when I tried mowing down those diseased freaks with a high pressure super soaker...." Letting out a sigh of annoyance remembering how instead of them melting like fictional witches to water, just chunks of their flesh flung off and at times limbs...yet it wasn't enough to stop them completely. Wiggling the little bottle with a silver cross on it blessed by the agent who sent her here, she glanced over to Anya and tilted her head slightly before continuing to speak, "Normal freaks...do you mean the werewolves and vampires causing their usual string of underground crimes that I have to face daily or the weird, normal commoners?"

Lightly quirking a brow as she put the bottle back in her jacket, Miss I have cotton candy colored hair and look like a mafia girl figured she may as well get the facts straightened out. Resting her hand on her hip, she waited to see what oh so interestingly wonderful things these two would come up with....

[kitsuneflare88]

Nara watched the girl closely, she was intimidating that's for sure. In his own mind she was more scary than the most powerful enryes. A creature much like a succubus except the devil version they were usually married to the most powerful Arch devils or other powerful beings. She certainly reminded him of one her demeaning attitude her obvious sense of superiority and other flaws. This was one reason he absolutely hated rich and powerful people, the second is they wanted such stupid wishes and would trade their soul for something as simple as more wealth or more power as if they needed that.

Over the centuries behavior like that disgusted him, he was now fully wanting to redeem himself granted he also wanted the perks that came with redemption, but that was besides the point.

"if you just brained the buggers it isn't a big deal." He said trying his best to maintain his calm self, though its rather hard when someone is showing a bottle of holy water. Which says all to clearly I know what you are, and i can kill you just as easily. He also had dealings with zombies, the necromantic zombies were a pain you couldn't kill those with a simple head shot, then again she had their weakness pegged, positive energy or holy water or salt and poof they were dead.

"i dunno what your talking about with the supernatural, stuff like that is just superstition. People being silly..." he said trying to dismiss that fact as if it was nothing. But the tone of voice he was using the uneasiness the certainty he knew it existed was still there, though it seemed obvious he was trying to remain oblivious to that existence because he didn't want anything to do with it.

His instincts were fighting him though, now he wanted to destroy said supernatural things become strong to stop it. Its hard to maintain a normal life when half the time you want to attack someone cause they are evil conniving bastards. But that would loos him his job his loft and pretty much everything else. He would fight if he got the chance but lately chances had been slim.

[Anya]

D'oh. Her ‘brilliant’ cover story had been exposed. Well…this girl had Anya there. Powerful Russian men tended to be…well, picky. She’d cursed quite a few of ‘em back in those darker days, actually; the most memorable instance of which being the time she’d granted that wish that had started the Russian Revolution - buuut she was going off on a tangent. Again. “I…well…uh…?” the demon stammered, her head quirking and her expression switching to one that could only be described as utterly baffled as she regarded the girl with the unusually colored hair. It was easy to forget that as much as she (reluctantly) tended to adore humans…they could be hostile enough to match up with the most ill-tempered of demons sometimes. And this girl’s sharp no-nonsense attitude had taken her aback so much that she found herself unable to form a response for once, so…lacking a more coherent reply, Anya decided to just go with acknowledging the last part about the girl being willing to forgive her for her ‘envy’. “Okay. Well. ..Thank you?” she tried uncertainly.

Perhaps it really was better that she let Nara do the talking here. Presently he was proving to be much more composed than she was, and right now shutting up and watching this little exchange take place seemed like a pretty good course of action. In fact, given a moment she could actually even regain some semblance of composure--

Or this chick could pull out a bottle of holy water and cause Anya to freak out all over again! It took every ounce of self-control the vengeance demon had not to leap back and hide behind Nara upon seeing it, but that…kinda would have been a give away, to say the least. As it was she couldn’t help but shift slightly closer to her devil friend instinctively, her gaze nervously locked on the bottle in the girl’s hand. She wasn’t quite sure whether Nara would just pick up her slight panic automatically or whether he actually consciously had to be trying to read her thoughts, but as of now she was pretty much sending him blatant ‘OH CRAP WHAT DO WE DO?!’’ -esque vibes all over the place. Currently Nara seemed to be playing the whole supernatural-stuff-doesn't-exist card, but it seemed more than evident that this stranger already knew exactly who she was dealing with here…Anya wasn’t sure how she knew, exactly, but the 'hows' and the 'whys' didn't matter so much as the possibility that this girl might decide to douse them at any given moment. Which was going to sting. A lot.

...It was times like these that she really missed being human.

“Oh, I think they prefer the term ‘Undead Americans’,” she couldn’t help but pipe up at the mention of vampires. 'Least that was what Spike always said. And Spike knew everything. “A-and they might be sort of offended if they heard you calling them freaks - but anyway, I was mostly talking about…you know, human freaks! Like the ones who live in dumpsters or try jumping off buildings or…or those people from the circus who can twist their bodies in a variety of painful looking positions…” Her eyes followed the path of some random kid’s Frisbee as it flew through the air just a little ways behind their little gathering, before she snapped back to attention with the realization that she’d been, once again, rambling.

“…Not that we…have anything against people who aren't normal, right Nara? …Sometimes people who aren't normal can be...pleasant and…” ...and really, really obvious, apparently. Time for a really smooth, totally inconspicuous subject change. "Uh, so! ...You said you were rich?" Anya smiled blankly - money could always be relied upon to be a calming topic, after all.

[Bao Yu Chao]

Lightly tapping her foot upon the lush grass below, she listened intently to what the male had to say...oh for the love of her expensive outfit...! What in the name of top quality designers did he mean by `braining the buggers`before?! Oh well it was worth neglecting for now. Though when he decided to go on about how this `supernatural` talk was nonsense...she couldn't help but quirk a brow for a moment. Did this guy think she was supposed to buy that bad fish or what?! Seriously....was she going to have to go to some extreme measures to make them work with her?! This guy could either be intentionally trying to deceive her so that TA DA! Lowering of her guard occurs and then doom!

That wasn't gonna happen and she wasn't going to deal with Sacred Hammer either...that lady was crazy even by her standards. Casualties weren't needed....that much she could gather so far. Of course when the blond said thanks in an oh so nervous way, she only answered her with a slight nod of acknowledgement to let her know she wasn't being neglected. The girl...she was in a lot of panic...like a mouse...a really scared mouse or maybe even a timid baby rat. Those things didn't attack, they ran when they could and so far the nervous tension in the air seemed as real as cashmere being incredibly pricy to most peasants. Evil demons with malicious intent from what she could recall were the sorts to attack when cornered, to bite back. This interesting pair didn't seem to do that though.

Before she could say anything to the freak in disguise wearing a coat, it seemed like the girl wanted to throw in her two cents about how the other freaks in this world prefer to be called Undead American...as if she'd comply! Infectious diseased freaks were just what they were and needed to be put down with a smack down if those freaks wanted to cause the crime rate to go up up up! OH BUT MORE POINTLESS DRIBBLE CAME OUTTA HER MOUTH! As if she cared about their feelings, they were trouble makers! Hmmm...but the useless dribble stopped there...they had the same view point of freaks in human society...save for the fact that she thought bums were annoying roaches living off scraps while leeching off hard working members of society. Those who try to jump off of buildings...those, to her, were viewed as losers who needed to make sure they landed smack dab on their skull and snap their necks. Idiots like that wasted hard earned tax payers dollars to fund the police and fire department for their every beck and call in hopes for the wrong kind of attention.

Quite a few times, she had her men give the extra push if they couldn't be coaxed down or simply forced into an asylum so that the police could focus their energies on more important things. Like stopping REAL crimes...not like she was going to announce her methods for weeding out the useless members of society. Circus folk to her...yeah just a bit odd...but apparently she was trying to tell her how they didn't discriminate between the normal and abnormal. Oh ho ho and it seemed like she wanted a topic change...she could have it when she was damn ready to change the topic!

"Peasant girl, those diseased freaks are an eyesore and plague to humanity unless they actually put their abilities to good use without spreading whatever the hell they have by infecting other people. Tch....it's degrading and disgusting. Now look, those homeless leeches need to be taken off the streets and thrown somewhere far out of my sight. Hard workers like us get used to help them back on their feet and what do they do most of the time? Use it as a free ride...it makes me sick. Suicidal fools just annoy me, yet another eye sore...circus peasants on the other hand...they're mildly amusing."

Narrowing her eyes in a slight glare and a slight glint in her eyes as she switched her attention to the suspiciously dressed fellow..."On the note of me being rich, you claim that the supernatural is superstition...I have the funds to pull at least one type of diseased freak known to mankind...I got contacts and the money to make a freak show worthy of being a museum possible. Though...not too long ago, didn't you say you were glad the zombies are gone? You know...things that are considered supernatural. Tch...sounds like you might be contradicting yourself, peasant." Just before she was going to continue on, a super thin male wearing a white shirt that said `ALL HAIL CEILING CAT` in black trimmed white font under a picture of a fluffy white cat peeking down from a opening in the ceiling and pair of jeans with white sneakers rushed over and tugged on her arm while saying "YOU'RE THE LADY WHO HELPS PEOPLE WITH PARANORMAL THINGS!"

Like a hawk catching a glimpse of its meal and the look of death locked within its optics, she gave that sort of attention to the...nasty...greasy looking peasant....before bitterly saying "Let go...now." BUT NO. HE KEPT TUGGING AND TUGGING! "CEILING CAT NEEDS YOUR H-" Swiftly pulling her arm out of his grasp, she grabbed onto his wrist while using her thumb to apply pressure against his palm so that it would bend backwards...ooo there was even a soft `CRCK` noise before twisting his arm to his back in a way that the arm WAS NOT supposed to bend...and the girl's words got far more cold...who thought THAT was possible?! "Peasant...I told you to let go and you didn't. Are you THAT stupid?!"

The guy with bowl cut brown locks flailed his arm up and down while making noises filled with excruciating pain as though he was a wounded animal. "S-S-SORR-RRRRRY!" Releasing him before letting a heavy sigh pass her lips, she spoke in a slightly less `I WILL F-4KIDS-CKING KILL YOU IF YOU KEEP TESTING MY PATIENCE`tone, "Now, what do you need?" Panicked as could be, the NEET guy sniffled out of...a little bit of pain and actual sadness while speaking, "Ceiling Cat! MY PRECIOUS CEILING CAT ran away and and and into Old Vampire Murphy's h-house! I'll pay you all the money I have left over from my parents this month! JUST SAVE CEILING CAT!"

Plucking a wallet out of his pocket, he pulled out a few hundreds and held it out to the pink and blue haired girl. Once she took it in a single swoop, he rushed off crying hysterically. Looking back to the one who seemed to be named...or at least nicknamed Nara and his female pal, she figured it was time to put an offer up on the metaphorical table..."What's this? It seems to me I have a case to get a cat out of some vampire's house...why don't you two tag along? I can make it worth your while by giving you two some of the cut as spectators....what do you two say?"

[Anya]

Well...Anya's attempt to switch the focus of the conversation away from the supernatural seemed to have failed miserably...which, given her complete lack of subtlety really wasn't much of a surprise. On the bright side, the girl did seem to be willing to spare a moment to discuss homeless people and the like, which in the demon's opinion was a hell of a lot easier to chat about than anything demonic. And despite "But one of the fundamentals of capitalism is the establishment of separate social classes! And it always makes me feel so much better to look at the homeless people on the street. It's comforting to know that your life doesn't suck nearly as much as some people's!" she chirped, though there was really nothing disdainful in her tone - just the usual sheer lack of any tact whatsoever.

And, well - admittedly zombies could be considered supernatural - and there was really no denying their existence when most of New York along with the rest of the world had so recently undergone that little pandemic. Demons and the like, however, weren't quite as exposed to public knowledge...yet, anyway. But Anya wasn't sure if that even really mattered, because either way this particular girl seemed to be perfectly aware of their existence. Nervously the vengeance demon's gaze switched from her to Nara as she awaited her devil friend's response, still uneasily fidgeting a bit.

And that was when...well, Anya wasn't really sure what was happening, actually. All she knew was that some strange human boy had suddenly all but thrown himself at the girl with pink and blue hair, screaming nonsensical words about needing help - and something about a cat? Nonplussed, Anya slowly tilted her head as she watched the scene play out. Either this really was a desperate plea, or he was launching some sort of hysterical attack...it was kind of difficult for her to determine which. What did seem clear, however, was the girl's sharply increasing irritation regarding the whole affair. Uh-oh. Anya had seen that kind of expression on humans before. And unusually it didn't end well -- CRACK. No sooner had that cautionary thought crossed her mind than the boy had sprung away from the person he'd chosen to cling to, clutching his wrist and howling in pain. It was at precisely that moment that the vengeance demon felt a responding sharp twinge of something unpleasant and worrisome - oh, right, that was called concern - but the boy himself seemed much more 'concerned' with the fate of his cat than the injury he'd just sustained.

Oh noes! The poor little kitty had wandered into some rather formidable-sounding vampire's house?! Anya's eyes widened slightly at the news. "Oh, don't worry! I bet your feline friend's just fine - vampires much prefer sucking every drop of life out of a poor defenseless human than snacking on tiny furry animals." she told him soothingly, as if this was actually supposed to be reassuring. Probably better to get that cat out of there sooner rather than later, though - the bloodsucking undead weren't exactly known to be responsible caretakers when it came to pets. Thankfully though, Anya didn't have to worry about this 'Ceiling Cat's' fate too long, because eventually the rather moody looking girl with the pink and blue hair was reluctantly agreeing to help him. Observing this, the blonde gave a slight sigh of relief. Now she didn't need to add trapped kitty cats to the long, long list of things she had to obsessively worry about, and...and...

Wait. This girl wanted them to help her? Quite taken aback by this sudden turn of events, Anya turned to Nara and fixed him with an inquisitive stare, wondering what he was making of this offer. She knew the devil's instincts were probably telling him to get away from all of this, but...the way she saw it, there were three good things about this situation. One, while humans weren't her forte, she could most definitely handle vampires - and Nara probably easily could as well. Two, tagging along on this little misadventure would be an ideal way to gain this girl's trust and convince her that they weren't the kind of demons she had to worry about. And three...well, they were getting MONEY out of it. Enough said.

"Cats...vampires...money...possible death...money...sounds like fun to me! Nara?" She blinked at him, her expression changing to the best pleading puppy-dog-esque look she could muster. Nara was someone who the demon did genuinely trust - and with him along, the possibility of her completely freaking out would be reduced by a whole...oh, forty percent? "You'll come too, right?" Hopefully the answer to that would be 'yes' and not 'hellz naww', for both their sakes.

Oh, and if they were going to be trekking off to face Old Vampire Murphy together, she supposed one more thing was in order. Finally tearing her gaze away from Nara, she turned back to the girl. "Oh! My name's Anya - it's a little less of a mouthful than 'peasant girl'." she introduced herself chipperly.

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Nara witnessed the whole conversation in a sort of haze. He had no idea what to make of this little girl with pink hair. something deep down inside of him told him that this girl wasn't normal. He didn't know who she was but she seemed to know about them, well maybe not the fine details but she sure as hell knew enough to know that both he and anya weren't entirely normal.

Then to make matters worse some annoying human of the male persuasion, came along babbling quite madly asking the pink haired girl to save his 'ceiling cat.' This world kept just getting more insane.

Part of his mind wanted to scream 'IS THERE ANY SANITY HERE?" But he suppressed the urge with a surge of self control. He sighed to himself and breathed out. IT was obvious by the expression that this place was utterly confusing for the young man.

He calmly tried to close his eyes and breath out slowly before looking around and looking at the park. It was a marvel that humans could have taken nature and made something so perfect as if they were a deity or god. He finally got a grip on himself after about 5 seconds of solid thought.

His mind switched to the shrewd calcualting mindset of a devil, he looked at this situation from all sides. If they didn't help they might be killed, either by the girl or something pricked his mind for a second as he thought that there might be something else behind the scenes. If they went with her she would get a gauge on their powers and weaknesses. Then again on the other hand this might also be a chance to prove their own conviction as reformed creatures. 'That's an interesting thought' nara said in his own head.

'however we should be careful.' He thought he tried to give anya a sweep of caution in her mind hoping she might get the message.

Nara's body on the other hand relaxed as he sighed again and shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. "I guess that's fine with me." he said in his smooth even and calm voice.

<<OOC:is the best i could do after being gone so long>>