Evil in all its...fuzziness? |open|

[Anya]

OOC:// So um. This...is a product of a whole heck of a lotta muse for Anya and no idea what to do with it. Feel free to join in...or...run. Far, far away.



There were some moments in life - and it was pretty safe to say that everyone had them - where one just had to stop and think 'how the hell did I get here?' And today, Anya was having one of those very moments...in a more literal sense than most probably would be able to claim.

She was a demon. A vengeance demon. In the middle of Central Park, New York City...stuck. In a tree.

And she most definitely wasn't crazy, if that's what you were thinking-STOPLOOKINGATHERLIKETHAT. There was a perfectly reasonable explanation for the current location, if anyone would be willing to stop and listen to it...but as of yet, New York's friendly and helpful citizens had yet to do more than stare at her as though she'd grown a second head before being on their way. Humans. Always so helpful. Granted, it wasn't every day that a teleporting demon found herself stuck in a tree - but it also wasn't every day that one such demon encountered a horror so monstrous that it left her barely capable of coherent thought, let alone teleportation!

Because...the box. The box was open. That...thing had gotten out. And now that she'd reached safety, all she could do was pray that humanity would somehow walk out of this one alive.

Anya tried to be a helpful person - err, demon - she really did. Needless to say she had quite a few sins to atone for, so when she'd encountered the poor, distraught woman sitting on a bench, sobbing about how she had lost her job and had no means of supporting herself, it would've been heartless to refuse to offer her assistance. And yes, she'd been a bit taken aback when that 'assistance' turned out to require some taking individual called 'Oscar' under her care while the woman traveled out of state to find work. Kinda weird. She didn't think humans actually dumped their children on complete strangers all that often. Of course Anya was hardly the expert on such matters, and she had figured it'd be the least she could do...of course, that had been assuming...that Oscar was a human child. She'd kinda painted the lady as the distressed single mother type, so when she'd promptly presented Anya with a little cardboard box...the demon had been a bit puzzled to say the least.

Perhaps it contained some supplies necessary for taking care of children. Toys, blankets, dog biscuits - made sense to her! Of course she'd traveled about ten yards before her growing curiosity had made not peering into the box impossible...especially when she'd felt a distinctive thump of movement from within. Inquisitively, the vengeance demon had lifted the lid...and, after nearly experiencing a heart attack at what lie within, spontaneously dropped the box and let out a mortified scream as the monstrosity within hopped its fuzzy little way out into the sunlight.

One look at its spotted, floppy ears and deceptively cute little whiskers had sent her into an all-out panic. And when the thing actually had the nerve to lean forward and sniff hesitantly at her ankles, Anya had lost all trace of her ability to make a conscious, logical decision (the existence of which had been arguable in the first place), and had somehow found herself...perched in the branches of a nearby oak.

So you see? Perfectly logical explanation. Impulsive, fear-triggered teleporting had probably gotten her up here, and one would have thought it could very easily have gotten her down in the same way. But that had been neglecting to take into account her persisting terror as the rabbit continued to forage around the roots of the tree for...whatever essence of darkness rabbits liked to eat. And her additional slight phobia of heights. The combination of which had left her...more or less useless.

Anya breathed a shaky sigh, risked opening her eyes slightly to check whether or not the bunny had decided to leave. It hadn't. Grimacing, she clutched the tree branch a little tighter. "Shoo! Go away! Go...go eat children, or slaughter puppies, o-or...I don't care! Just leave me alone! " But the bunny ignored her pleading with what was undoubtedly a cruel and smug demeanor, continuing its hopping and frolicking. Anya's eyes narrowed. This was utterly ridiculous. She was a vengeance demon! Vengeance demons did not...cower. Ever. As soon as she regained her bearings, she was going to hop down and show the little monster exactly who it was messing with!

...In a moment. Or two...

[Hazama]

Hazama often had a tendancy, no matter where he was, to take walks around the local area. It wasn't really a particularly desctructive habit, as it had actually helped him succeed in his goals many times before, but Relius got annoyed whenever he went out like this and would start to moan and complain to 'em once he got back but who cared? Let the bastard bitch n' groan about 'em for all he cared, it's not like Relius didn't make just as much trouble for Hazama in turn...ah well, the annoyances of living at home with a mass-murdering sociopathic doll-maker, he supposed.

Today, he was taking a stroll around central park, observing the surrounds. Truth be told, he was never a 'beauty-of-nature' fella', but he /did/ enjoy people watching like no other, and as such, this is what he did. He could have sworn he say a few people involved with the phoenomina intervention walking around, but he decided to be lethargic and not chase after them-- 'sides, Takamakahara was already content enough not to bitch at him, he wasn't going to wake the bastard up and have him do /more/ shit for no reason. Then he might become more dangerous than he already was.

However, Hazama's staunch apathy and inaction to the phenomena intervention came to an abrupt halt once he spied a familiar face perched upon a tree, hiding from a bunny like it was an undetonated nuclear warhead. Suddenly, a smile twisted itself onto his face-- time for some fun~! Slowly, he walked over to the tree, with his 'nice' smile still plastered on his mouth. He looked for a moment at the bunny and tilted his head as if he was to just pick it up and pet it an--

"JAYOKU HOTENJI!"

The bunny was then launched into the air, flying so far up that it make a twinkle in the sky. Hazama giggled as he turned to Anya in the tree, waving.

"Oh, hi Anya!"

Then the rabbit flew back down, landing right on Anya's head.

[Anya]

Anya jumped slightly, her attention momentarily diverted from the vicious creature lurking below - and she'd only just begun to recognize the familiar voice that had spoken to her when...something very...furry and...cuddly...landed right on her head. Just as her gaze fell on Hazama, she froze completely. Very slowly, the demon raised a hand to her head, brushing her fingertips against a long, velvet-y here. Tentatively, her gaze dropped to the spot on the ground where the bunny had just been. It was gone. And then...it hit her what must've happened.

For a moment she sat clutching at the branch, her expression a mask of utter mortification. And then, quite abruptly, Anya let out a horrified, ear-splitting scream. Anyone in the nearby vicinity probably would have thought someone was being murdered, with the way she was carrying on - but in the next few seconds, the sound was just as abruptly cut off as she suddenly lost her balance on the branch in her panic, wavering dangerously and for a moment seeming to be danger of falling - before an instinctive teleport landed her lightly on the ground.

Well. That had solved the problem of getting down. The only problem was...the rabbit had been physically in contact with her when she'd teleported. Which meant...it was still...

"EEEEK! GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOOOOFF!!" Practically hysterical by this point, Anya bolted forward in a sudden, jerky motion that dislodged the poor animal from her head; not that this served to calm her down much. She only just managed to come skidding to a stop before she came crashing right into Hazama, in her panic almost failing to register that the man standing before her was her sworn enemy and that he'd been entirely responsible for the incident that had just transpired.

Almost failing to register.

Drawing a shaky breath, Anya stared at him blankly for a moment. Fear still shone through her expression, but within seconds it quickly mingled with incredulous fury. Narrowing her eyes, the vengeance demon snarled out her next words. "Do you....have ANY idea what you JUST DID?!" she demanded furiously, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was making a scene in the middle of central park. "That...that THING could have clawed my eyes out! O-or worse! And now you've probably made it angry, if it's even still..." Suddenly gripped by fear again, Anya whipped around...but the bunny was nowhere in sight. Fled back to its burrow where it could safely have some sort of spastic attack from the traumatic experience, perhaps....or, more likely, it was just lurking in the shadows waiting for the right moment to exact its revenge.

Rounding on Hazama, Anya resumed her fierce glare. "If it comes back? I'm going to make sure it kills you first." she informed him grimly.