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[Malakai]

Malakai is positive to most people Boston is some urban utopia. A glorified sin city. Full of perverse dreams and gambling, and men and women with hungry eyes and itchy palms. But to her this place is nothing but a windy shithole. She prefers Chicago's hotdogs, and New yorks Pizza and pizzazz. And this place pales entirely too the Big easy.

But the business here is fucking great though. If there was a ever a city to invest in, to dazzle, or to get money, it was here. This place was a supernatural breeding ground - native to werewolves from what she'd heard. Although with her first time visiting since the mid seventies she was yet to meet any.

Maybe she'd ask them where she could get a decent meal. Huh, no surprise the burgers were shit too. Not that Malakai looked any more unprofessional leaning on the side of a park bench with a fat grease burger between her hands and splotch of mustard staining her blouse.

Wow, ok, that's cool mustard. Just .. do you boo boo. do you.

Malakai says something unintelligible and loses her appetite entirely. Tossing the burger in the trash and choosing to occupy her time instead with rolling some tide to go on thick.

"How annoying."

Standing at some weird peasant park with mustard on her shirt looking like a commoner minus a much needed bib. - Ugh.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

“Talking to yourself?”

The boy was perched on a cement partition, rear flat against the cold stuff and legs pulled up, resting his palm against his narrow cheek and looking down Malakai with some mixture of amusement and contempt. It might be difficult to tell; though she would see through his glamor, not being a human, his hawk-like red eyes might throw off any attempts to make readable facial expressions.

“Ohh, and you are pretty,” Vyn said wistfully. “It’s too bad you’re so wasteful. I can tell you’re one of those stuck-up types.”

The boy wore homely clothes, it was obvious he was less than concerned about staining them, dressed in a faded brown trench coat and a dark gray tee over dark, well-fitted leather pants that only went to his ankles. The coat was stained and torn at the bottom. Though with blood or dirt was still unknown to everyone but himself. No one assumed blood. Most normal people never assumed it was blood.

“I was sort of hoping you would walk away all angry at me now so I can stare at your ass,” Vyn told her, for he didn’t figure he would get anywhere with this one and settled for sexual harassment. “I’m kind of a simple guy like that.”

[Malakai]

“Talking to yourself?”

At first she's more inclined to ignore the demon watching her and attend to the new stain on her blouse. Scrubbing at it devotedly and silently. Demons, she thinks, all of them leave a distinct sour taste in her mouth. They make her temper flare and her patience wan and Ilvyn is no exception as he continues to poke and prod.

“Ohh, and you are pretty, It’s too bad you’re so wasteful. I can tell you’re one of those stuck-up types.”

She makes a disgusted sound in her throat, rising narrowed eyes to shoot the man a glare. There is elsewise no attempt to back sass him, no attempt to shy away at his attempts. She is hopeful in the thought that maybe he'd get bored and go away. Maybe Vyn would take note of her lack of friendliness and gratitude, maybe he'd talk himself into a sudden disappearance as suddenly as he'd appeared.

That was wishful, wasnt it?

“I was sort of hoping you would walk away all angry at me now so I can stare at your ass, I’m kind of a simple guy like that.”

"Simple is a word for it." She insults. Taking the bait and chewing the hook into her cheek. "Why dont you go bother someone else. Dont you have a human to swindle or wank?"


Couldnt this annoying little pretentious hell creature buzz off and let her go on thinking about more ''human'' things? When was the last time she was bothered with one of his kind. When was the last time she could even stand to be around them? She wonders if it wasnt for her pride what she might have done a hundred and fifty years ago.

She certainly wouldnt have talked to him like that.

But right now Malakai's got a air of ''eat shit and die'' about her and it's not going to go away anytime soon.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

Vyn stayed crouched on the partition, tail curled over the top, and watched the lady intently ignore him. When she looked up to glare he responded with a wide grin and a playful waggle of the eyebrows. Perhaps if she would have walked away he would have gazed at her lovingly crafted ass-cheeks and left it at that, but instead she chose to respond, and her words elicited a look of surprise followed by an overenthusiastic grin that a puppy might respond to their loving master with. She wasn’t human and in confessing that she accidentally condemned herself to Vyn’s attention. The tip of his tail curled up with pleasure.

“I like bothering you,” Vyn answered sweetly. “It’s already proving to be interesting. Anyways,” his lower lip jutted in a mock pout, “the humans all run away screaming when they finally see through the glamour, you know? I would much rather have company of my own, even if you are a stuck-up prude.”

The way he said it implied that he was completely oblivious of his poor and rude choice of words, a sign of the socially inept. He kept staring at her with an innocent yet curious look of someone that had just discovered a new toy. Somehow he felt he was outclassed it the subterfuge department so he settled with mere adoration and the Bad Advice Angel in the back of his mind stayed quiet, not looking for any ways to fuck with her beyond accidentally driving her insane with his filthy mouth. Some ridiculously optimistic side of him wondered if she might like him if he annoyed her enough.

“So what are you?” He asked, straight to the point. “I can’t always tell, drop me a hint.”

[Malakai]

“I like bothering you,It’s already proving to be interesting. Anyways, the humans all run away screaming when they finally see through the glamour, you know? I would much rather have company of my own, even if you are a stuck-up prude.”

Malakai is after all.. Malakai. So whatever words are offered in bad insult falls into the shady routine of ''meeting new people''. This is how it'd been when she first met Liam, this is how it'd been when she first met Lyra. It was not a well kept secret that the woman was a lot less down to earth and a lot more looking down on you condescendingly from her high horse.

So it doesnt really warrant a nasty response to his little jab, but she's more than delighted to give one anyway. "Well, you arent exactly precious are you?" And that's a understatement. Sitting there with horns and hooves -- magic shimmering -- Malakai thinks he is one of the ugliest things she has ever had the delight to see face to face. Even Icus had been a bit more appealing then Vyn was.

“So what are you? I can’t always tell, drop me a hint.”

So then she's got the first foot past the line then. She's go something on him - what he is - when he doesnt know what she is or who she is or what she's capable of. If Malakai had been lazy she might have told him as quickly as he answered. But given the opportunity to take out years of suppressed passive aggressive insults on him seems a lot more likely.

"A stuck up prude," she responds. Offers a smile that's less wide and more angled. "That's got other things to do then converse with you." -- Your kind.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

“I think you’re trying to hurt my feelings,” Vyn replied. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

Because while Vyn could be quite sensitive and easily brought to tears, he didn’t really know Malakai and had a difficult time reading her. Some people were just always, well, assholes for the simplest way to put it. Some people had soft hearts under cold hard chitin. While it seemed very unlikely that what the woman was doing was trying to be friendly with him, the boy remained optimistic, if only because he found her rather good-looking and was already daydreaming about bedding her; simple indeed. He grinned at her.

“Oh! God, if only I had known that prude-ness was a sign of the paranormal sooner. My life would have been so much easier. I guess I did always think that was weird,” Vyn answered, voice a little too loud. “You must be something either truly awful or completely boring, is my guess. Maybe a sasquatch. I could see that. Are you a sasquatch? A sasquatch shape changer? You don’t have to be ashamed, I won’t laugh.”

He sensed she was moments from disengaging from the conversation and he didn’t feel quite done with her, so he hopped down from the partition and onto his hooves. His posture was casual, as if speaking to a good friend, though he kept a slight distance from her in case she decided to smack him; either way, it was a good indication that he was intent on following her if she walked away. At least, as long as her path didn’t lead them into dark and questionable places where she could assume sasquatch form and crush his head between her hairy wookie fingers like a pea.

“Ah, milady, you seem so tense,” Vyn teased. “And you haven’t even given me your name. Why so distrustful? I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just here for a bit of innocent fun. I suppose you wouldn’t take up an offer of dancing to help you relax?”

By dancing he clearly didn’t mean dancing and this was made blatant by the expression on his face.

[Malakai]

Of course the fierce stubborness and doltish is a inherited trait of his species. Of course by species Malakai means: men. Although this certainly isnt her first time trying to thrash some desperate attention - it certainly one of the most eager of them. It might have been born out of loneliness and ostracism but nonetheless it was unwanted. He may be abandoned; all out cold in the world of demons and werewolves and vampires and Sasquatches but Malakai had never a moment to herself.

“Oh! God, if only I had known that prude-ness was a sign of the paranormal sooner. My life would have been so much easier. I guess I did always think that was weird, You must be something either truly awful or completely boring, is my guess. Maybe a sasquatch. I could see that. Are you a sasquatch? A sasquatch shape changer? You don’t have to be ashamed, I won’t laugh.”

Although she has to admit. She's never been accused of being a sasquatch. And okay, maybe it's a funny enough to warrant a sarcastic rolling-my-eyes-because-you're-stupid gesture. But whatever moment of ''bonding'' they may have had in dry humor is squashed when he lowers himself closer. Sensing the end of the impromptu meeting. "I'm not going to fornicate with you."she sighs, and makes some disgusted sound in her throat in another likely failed attempt to ward him off. She wonders if Lyra faces the day-by-day exhaustion of dealing with over eager suitors. Or stupid people. Why does she even come out of the house anymore? Really. That's why they have a high speed internet connection. So she never has to leave.

“Ah, milady, you seem so tense, And you haven’t even given me your name. Why so distrustful? I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just here for a bit of innocent fun. I suppose you wouldn’t take up an offer of dancing to help you relax?”

"And, I am not afraid of you." She glares, probably a bit flabbergasted. "Go have your 'innocent fun' somewhere else. And no I dont want to dance with you your hooves would probably break all of my toes."

It's much easier to play innocent to his offer then adress it. And to make her point a little easier Malakai moves to come back the way she came. Balancing heel on the curb and looking rather dramatically for a taxi, (oh please any taxi). Because although she hated .. public transportation... anything, anything, would suffice to get her out of here right now. Even if a poor man on a bicycle decided right this moment to stroll past ringing his bell oblivious she would stick her heel into his rim and hand him a hundred dollar bill before pedaling like the wind into the distance.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

(Oops, I have no idea what she’s wearing, which makes the end of my post a bit tricky. I TRIED.)

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She wasn’t going to fornicate with him, she made that explicitly clear by saying it in a flat tone with her artful diction and the whole nine yards. Ilvyn’s gaze implied that a part of his soul had just withered and shrunk like a dying flower. The small irrational voice in the back of his head wondered if what she said was what she really meant. Maybe she was one of the more romantic types and needed a dedicated man in her life. Lucky for her, Ilvyn was up for that, even if she did seem a little snooty for him. There could still be a delicate center under all that ice. He wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“Well, wasn’t that to-the-fucking-point?,” This time there was some real edge in his voice, indicative of an oncoming tantrum. “ Now you are hurting my feelings. What could make you change your mind. Dinner?”

Now it was Ilvyn’s turn to cock a brow and give the woman a look that implied she was a complete idiot. Of course, she had already answered the question, but he was frustrated the one time he imitated something vaguely resembling charm she didn’t even understand what he was asking her. Besides, he wasn’t fat enough to crush her toes even if he did step on them. He was smaller than her, in fact. What the hell was she moaning about?

She was moving away from him, back turned to him. He timed his steps with hers and reached out as if to grab her by the arm and stop her. Instead he played a game of sleight of hand, trying to lift her money or her wallet off of her. Lighten the load, like a good thief should, and surely Vyn was a better thief than he was a sleazy teenager looking for some ass. His pickpocketing came by habit and only halfway through the act did he consider he was stealing from a known supernatural.

Oh well.

Nothing risked, nothing gained.

[Malakai]

( It's because I am the best rp writer and gave you all the details you need and then some. dkkdsgh obvs.)
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Vyn is following her like a lost puppy and Malakai instead of feeling guilty and sad and maybe a bit generous just feels mostly like kicking him.

“Well, wasn’t that to-the-fucking-point?, Now you are hurting my feelings. What could make you change your mind. Dinner?”

It'd probably be best not to stir the pot and just not respond at all because maybe he'd get bored or discouraged and just .. go away. But she's shallowly affronted when he just keeps going on. "You think I'm single?" She responds, narrowing her eyes. "I'm not. Sorry. I'm with someone. Someone that's not you or ever going to be you. You should look for a more willing partner to copulate with. One that isnt me. Or as a matter of fact, resemble me in any way. Dark hair, light eyes, a impeccable sense of fashion. Nope."

And speaking of which,

There is a jerking sound of chain and attempt as Vyn tries to lift her wallet from the pockets of her slacks. Of course, it wouldnt be Malakai if she wasnt obscenely paranoid and prepared for these sort of situations. (Especially in this foreign city with all these stupid people.) So attached to her wallet was a silver trinket that ran to a belt loop discreetly. A yank from Vyn and Malakai's --

".... Did you try to take my wallet?"

-- a bit relieved because maybe he was just trying to steal some money and not trying to seriously follow her home or get in her pants.

"Is that all you wanted? Is that all it takes? Listen, I will give you fifty dollars right now to just leave me alone."

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

Vyn was undone by chain, such a foolish mistake that he had to curse himself in the back of his mind. Still, he held her wallet in his hand and they faced each other, at a seeming impasse. The boy wondered how much weight the chain could hold before it either broke or tore off the belt loop. This looked very bad to outsiders, someone might realize what was happening, but Vyn had dodged the police over bigger crimes and right now the cocky smile that he wore was indicative of just how worried he was about being caught

"What does being single have to do with anything?" Vyn quipped. "We're not human, we don't have to hold ourselves to their retarded customs. As if it's ever stopped me before."

Vyn's smile widened, showing his fangs once again. "What is this, reverse prostitution? What if I just snap it off your belt and take off running? Do you think the police will believe you when you say 'he had reddish skin, horns, and a tail'?" He mocked her tone of voice as he said this. "Fifty dollars isn't very much."

Without looking he worked his fingers around the wallet, making a show of attempting to open it. "Maybe I'm not after money. Maybe I'm after your name. Got an ID in here?"

Because he really was after her money but in a flash of an epiphany he realized it might scare her more to have this strange teenager knowing her name and personal details, assuming she had any. Mostly he wanted to see if her offer was any good. He was a greedy asshole and fifty dollars just didn't seem like enough. Not as nicely as she was dressed. Not as prissy as she was speaking to him. If she lunged at him or screamed 'thief' he would go through with his threat of trying to break it free and take off running.

"I mean, after all, it would be such a waste to walk away from this sublime encounter without ever knowing your name."

[Malakai]

"What does being single have to do with anything?" "We're not human, we don't have to hold ourselves to their retarded customs. As if it's ever stopped me before."

That was a good point, but nonetheless moot. Malakai may not be human and may in some way look down on all of them in contempt, but she once was. Even if she was closing in on the second half of her two hundred year existence she still held on to some standard and customs that'd been written into her. Had Vyn been born human? Had any demons?

It seemed unlikely, even if she knew at the root their soul had once been mortal.

"Standards then." She says, then pauses."For me." Because he may stick his thing in anything that walks on two legs but Malakai does not.

"What is this, reverse prostitution? What if I just snap it off your belt and take off running? Do you think the police will believe you when you say 'he had reddish skin, horns, and a tail'?"Fifty dollars isn't very much."

She doesnt make a face. Although she would certainly like to frown him into oblivion. Maybe if she wasnt in high heels she wouldnt worry about him snatching her wallet and taking off. But as it was, Malakai had never been particularly graceful in full out sprints six inches off the ground with a wedge.

"Maybe I'm not after money. Maybe I'm after your name. Got an ID in here?"

And now he's muddling his greasy demon fingers all over her leather bound wallet and Malakai reaches forward in a attempt to snatch it from him. Because although it didnt ''scare'' her that personally he knew her. The thought of some random demon popping up unannounced in her bedroom -- then Lyra finding him. Seemed like a much more terrifying outcome then if she'd just had herself to worry about.

"I mean, after all, it would be such a waste to walk away from this sublime encounter without ever knowing your name."

If he still has her wallet in his hand and is mocking her with it. She'll offer up a deal, trade for trade. Wallet for name. But if she'd been successful in snatching back her belonging she'd roll her eyes and make some annoyed sound in her throat. But exclaim miserably, "Judithe."

Too clever ( or maybe prideful?) to give him any answer that was honest.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

His rose lips closed over his sharp white teeth and for a moment that mischievous expression relaxed into one of pity; you poor thing, never knowing real freedom. For sexual promiscuity equated to freedom for a boy that would never admit how trapped he felt by his own cold, crushing loneliness, the very emotion that brought him to her regardless of opposing natures. Then her slender arm darted for the object he held in his hand and his lips peeled back once more.

Ilvyn caught her wrist in a gentle but firm grasp. His eyes fixated on hers as she spoke, not with her words at first but with her body language, and he tried to read her for it was a thing that took the demon boy a bit of effort. Naturally when the lie fell from her lips Ilvyn was not certain it was a lie. It was mostly the fact that Ilvyn was a liar himself that made him suspicious of anything she said. The truth was in his hand. All he had to do was flip it open.

So he wasn’t sure why he chose the path he did. Instead of opening her wallet and checking to see if she was telling the truth, he repeated the false name she had given to him in a low voice, and turned her wrist to press the wallet back into the palm of her hand. It was not out of trust. Two things going through his mind at that moment: one was that they would meet again, the other was that he didn’t know what she was and the risk of pissing her off could be greater than he could comprehend at that moment. He hated taking risks like that.

“Have a great day, Judithe,” he says and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “It’s a small world for the supernatural. I’m sure we’ll meet again. Oh, goodie!”

Then he stepped away, pulled paper from the inside of the old trench coat he wore and rolled a cigarette right there on the curb. Judithe could have turned into a ghost right then for as much attention as he was giving her. He grasped the paper between his rosy lips and cupped a hand around it as he lit it with a cheap Bic lighter. He turned, tail slithering through the air, hooves clapping the pavement.

But to everyone else he was just another human. A nobody like them.