To Ease One's Boredom [OPEN]

[amaimon]

The ever-bustling city of New York seemed to truly "never sleep" as some said. The hour was approximately 11 o'clock, and yet people still bustled about upon the streets, many of them heading to bars or parties or things of that sort. Truthfully, Amaimon did not really understand the concept of human parties. All they did was dance to annoying music and socialize with other humans. Some, as he had observed in his short time in this city, returned from them with stupid looks on their faces and smelled disgustingly of alcohol. With a demonic sense of smell, it was not exactly a pleasant experience for Amaimon.

The King of Earth crouched atop a low-rising building, hidden beneath a soft layer of shadow, though his vibrant hair color could still be seen if one looked closely enough. Which, of course, nobody did. He idly nibbled at his long black thumb nail, watching with mild interest at the city below. However, he was quickly losing interest in this plethora of idiotic humans. They were too stupid to really notice him, or do anything interesting.

Upon watching them, a thought flickered into his mind. Perhaps he could stir up something interesting. Something to ease his boredom a bit. In a flourish of brown-red coat, Amaimon dropped from his perch, slamming his heels into the ground to make a large crag race across the center of the street. Car horns blared, people shouted their surprise, and general pandemonium ensued. Amaimon surveyed his handiwork with an impassive look. All he seemed to accomplish was surprising some people and causing a car crash or two. How terribly boring.

"Hm..." He grunted aloud, tilting his green haired head to one side. People were too preoccupied with gawking about the sudden scar in the earth to notice him, only adding to a growing boredom and slight irritation within the King of Earth.

[It's a little short for a starter, sorries DX]

[Ruby]

If there was one thing Ruby had learned her second time around gettin' cozy on earth? It was that this meatsuit was extremely susceptible to caffeine buzz. Maybe it was because her vessel was kinda...shrimpy to be guzzlin' coffee (Ruby hadn't picked the girl for her brawn), or maybe she was just that lucky - but a nice frappuccino from Starbucks never failed to perk up even the normally moody demoness. And coffee in hand, she was perfectly content to go about enjoying her morning, too. She didn't have any particularly devious schemes lined up for today. Didn't have any appointments to keep. Or any hilariously misguided 'heroes' to manipulate. Nope. This whooole morning was put aside for a wonderfully lovely and refreshing thing that Ruby liked to refer to as 'me time'. And so far, unusually, she didn't have a whole lot of complaints.

But oh of course, Lucifer forbid she actually have a half-way decent freakin' day once around here once in awhile. And sure enough, before she knew it some random guy with green hair, of all things, felt like slamming his feet into the ground and - whoa there - sending a wide crack shooting through the road. Ruby, who happened to be observing all of this safely from her position on the sidewalk, could only blink as chaos immediately ensued. Then, sharply, her eyes narrowed as she focused more fully on the man who was evidently responsible for all of this. Yup, just as she'd thought. His aura felt undeniably demonic. ...Well. It was always a pleasure to have company. Except for the part where it really kinda wasn't, given that there were a good number of demons crawlin' in and out of hell who still thought her a traitor and wanted her dead. No, typically, Ruby didn't really go out of her way to hang around with her own kind. Even before they'd all learned to hate her, they'd always been obnoxiously brutal and uncivilized - maiming people, burning down houses, tearing families apart just for the hell of it. That sort of thing didn't really amuse Ruby; she was someone who appreciated subtlety. Unfortunately, subtlety was something that most demons weren't all that fantastic at.

Given this one's behavior, she assumed he'd be no different. But everyone was far too busy running around like panicked chickens with their heads cut off to pay him much mind, and Ruby supposed that someone ought to go over there and see what he was up to. So she sauntered up from one side, noting his rather bored expression (weird; most demons took some weird kinda glee in this whole 'causing chaos' thing), and folded her arms before she addressed him. "Wow," Ruby drawled with false, obviously sarcastic enthusiasm. "I'd hate to see you throw a temper tantrum." A snarky comment. One of the demoness's favorite ways in which to greet people. It just made her come off as so gosh-darn friendly.

"So tell me. Were you craving attention, or just trying to freak these guys out?" she asked, dark brown eyes flickering briefly over to the chaotic scene before them once more.

[amaimon]

Amaimon idly watched the ensuing pandemonium. It was nowhere near entertaining enough for his tastes, but at least it was something to break the doldrums of this human world. At least in Gehenna, there were powerful demons to battle. But Assiah (or, Earth, rather), all they had were humans. Sure, there may be some Exorcists that posed a somewhat good fight, but this place seemed devoid of them altogether! Booooring. And, even after stirring up trouble, nothing really entertaining turned up. The demon king shoved his claws hands in his pockets and yawned, revealing his pointy canine teeth.

Amaimon took a long breath through his nose, and stiffened when a peculiar scent was recognized. Another demon? Excellent. Perhaps the fun he was looking for had finally shown itself. And, judging by the scent, this was no lesser demon. Even more excellent! Amaimon turned on a heel to see the demon--or, demoness as he soon discovered-- heading in his direction. "Wow, I'd hate to see you throw a temper tantrum." was the sarcastic, drawling greeting Amaimon was graced with. He simple inclined his head to a side, taking in the demoness with slitted green eyes. She was not... impressive, per se, with a scrawny human host, but looks could be deceiving, especially with demons.

"So tell me. Were you craving attention, or just trying to freak these guys out?" Amaimon raised a teardrop-shaped eyebrow slightly at this. "Hmm." He grunted in response, mulling over a real answer. "Neither. I just wanted something to happen. Humans are so boring." The King of Earth curled his index finger and thumb of both hands into an eyeglasses-like shape, and continued to look upon his handiwork. "What about you? You smell like another demon. I didn't think to see any more powerful demons in the human world aside from Brother and I." He dropped his hands back to his sides and swiveled around to face the demoness again.

"So who are you?"

[Ruby]

So he'd been causing trouble out of boredom. Ruby had seen many a demon start something for the very same reason - that was how you got yourself exorcised. Especially with demon hunters and heroic types alike becoming more and more common these days. But she wasn't about to waste her time giving him a lecture on how to play safe - if he wanted to stir up trouble, that was his prerogative. Ruby just didn't want to be around when word got out - because this was exactly the sort of thing that would've attracted the Winchesters.

"I dunno. Demons aren't much better as far as the entertaining factor goes." She remarked in response to his calling humans 'boring', before eying him closely. "...Most of them, anyway." Because she wasn't exactly sure she could call this one 'boring'. He'd just...cracked open a street, for crying out loud. Ruby liked to think that most demons were horribly predictable. This one...was reckless. But he certainly didn't seem predictable. Then again, first impressions weren't exactly unfailing, and she was gonna hold off on making a snap judgment on this one until she had a little information. That was...if he still decided to play nice once he realized who she was. If he recognized her name, which he'd just asked for - but Ruby doubted she'd be lucky enough for their to be an 'if'. Doing something despicably traitorous (supposedly) was one surefire way to become famous in hell. Or infamous, rather.

"Name's Ruby." she said indifferently all the same. If he knew who she was and decided to do something about it, she decided she didn't care enough to lie. She could take care of herself, anyway. Thing was, she'd been so caught up in considering this that she hadn't really registered the rest of the other demon's words - until a moment later. Her dark gaze instantly switched back to him, narrowing a tad. Had he...just said that he was unaware the existence of demons in this world apart from himself - and his brother, apparently? Ruby...could only stare at that. What? Was he serious? There were demons...well, everywhere. ..Or, the kind Ruby knew of, at least. If this guy somehow didn't know about them, perhaps he hadn't heard of her either. Hmm. This could prove to be interesting.

Keeping her tone carefully casual, she gave him a small shrug. "I guess you haven't been hanging around here long. With Lucifer free, demons've been finding ways of crawling out of hell left and right." Ruby crossed her arms, not bothering to keep her voice low despite the fact that they were currently discussing...demons and hell and the Devil himself. It wasn't like anyone was close enough or clear-headed enough to pay attention to them anyway, with all of the chaos going on. "Who are you?" she added, because really - she was kind of curious to know now.