A Stroll on the Beach [Open][NR]

"When Rome's in ruins, we are the lions free of the coliseums. In poisoned places we're the anti venom. We are the beginning of the end...."

Words were sung in tune, filling the air with their up beat tune, as the female walked along the edge of the beach. The water from the ocean licked at her toes, and footprints were left behind in the wet sand, up until the water erased them.

Her form was human, but she was anything but, more of a disguise to keep the humans at bay. Black hair only slightly longer than her shoulders blew back behind her in the almost constant wind, tangling and intermingling with itself. Arms swayed slightly at her sides, causing her black top which hung slightly from her left shoulder to billow a bit in the breeze. Legs were only slightly covered by a pair of black shorts, and her feet were bare. Her entire skin would have a sun-kissed look: but the most noticeable part of her would have to be her fire red eyes, that looked as if living fire were within them.

"Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds. And it's all over now. Before it has begun we've already won.."

She continued with her song, not caring about the whispers or stares she was getting from the human populace around the beach: they just didn't understand the fire of freedom in her soul that something as simple as a stroll on a warm beach ignited.

"We are the wild. We are like young volcano's... We are the wild...."

FWAP

Jr flapped his massive white feathered wings one massive time. The power behind the flap of his wings was enough to create a huge gust of wind that caused and even larger dust cloud. Jr. was so accurate that he was able to do this without hitting that girl at all. The dust cloud grew so large that it could be seen anywhere on the island. Amaranth would know that he did it, he was too lazy at the moment to care though...

Jr had wings because he was an Angel. He was 16 years of age, or at least, that's what he told people. The son of a Legendary Bounty Hunter, he was almost the spitting image of his father, except Jr's hair was shorter and because his mother's blood red eyes. He wore a grey windbreaker with a darker colored short sleeved shirt underneath. Jr had the windbreaker partially zipped, and wore grey cargo pants and white sneakers. A large golden glowing Halo hovered above his head at all times.

Jr was crouched nearby in the sand with a bag of potato chips, stuffing his face. "You guys suck," he said, crumbs spilling from his mouth. "Always running your mouths and staring. Then you wonder why we have super villains and what-not..."

Her fire filled gaze turned to Jr. as he caused the dust cloud, and for a moment she paused in her walking, feet sinking slightly into the wet sand: she didn't mind, though, as it felt warm nonetheless. Taking a moment to take in his appearance she noticed his wings easily enough, and the halo above his head. She knew of only one race that had such things: an Angel, so she felt it safe enough to assume that that was what he was. She felt herself almost willing to reveal her more true self....

She heard his words and glanced towards the others on the beach. His words were true: judging someone caused all sorts of problems. How did they know she wouldn't turn into a raging beast at any moment bent on their destruction? She wouldn't, of course... even if she really could.

A soft smile formed across her face as she turned her gaze back to Jr. "I don't mind them... their comments don't bother me. But, you're right. They act like that then want to point blame when some random raging beast shows up on their doorsteps intent on eating them or something..."

He was enjoying himself a lot today. Swimming about, sun bathing... Oh how he loved to sun bathe. Wonderful heat was wonderfully godly. The sand didn't bother him like it bothered Himitsu. No. He rather enjoyed it, besides, he could just shake the sand off.... Maybe bury a few humans... He was in his true form just lounging in the sun and taking up a large part of the beach. If a human wanted to start shit? He'd breathe some fire, roast them and eat them for a snack.

Nah. That would get him in trouble with someone somewhere down the line. He hated dealing with an enraged Himitsu, especially when said rage was directed at him. In fact... He wasn't in the mood to put up with anger... He was in more of a "fuck you, I'm lazy" kind of mood.

He heard several murmurs go through the crowded horde of two-leg. Might as well crack an eye open and see what they were freaking out about. It was probably just someone getting chewed up by a shark or something else that he found to be equally amusing.

Nope. It was a girl... Teenage by human appearance.



... Well something about her seemed familiar... Not her face, no. Nothing about her appearance. It was something about her energy... She seemed... like him in a way but at the same time diff-

Oh, she was singing something interesting... Something about the captured rebelling. He liked it. The way she didn't care about what the other two-legged-no-horns thought.

Then he felt a wind kick up, the sound of wings beating coming to his furry ears. Woooot. More people on the beach. His slitted eye took in the new comer, a male with feathered wings and a bright halo above his head. A lightbringer. Re heard the muffled sounds of speech, but if the male had said something, he hadn't really heard it. Wind, plus he was facing away from him... Then the girl spoke:

"I don't mind them... their comments don't bother me. But, you're right. They act like that then want to point blame when some random raging beast shows up on their doorsteps intent on eating them or something..."

If he could cackle in this form then he would be. This girl was interesting... Her energy felt strange, and she didn't give two flying fucks about a human's opinion? Yeah, he found her to be a quirky two-leg indeed.

Jr brushed off his face while the large dust cloud began to disperse. He beat his wings several times behind him, causing a furious scattering of feathers. One of them touched his nose and made him sneeze, and he turned his head beforehand so that he didn't sneeze potato chip crumbs at this girl. The sneeze caused a large wave in the nearby ocean, causing a big boat going by to turn onto it's side. "...Oops... Excuse me?..."

So THAT'S why dad always looked up when he sneezed. I used to think he looked so stupid... my bad...

"I don't let them bother me either, they just happened to be in the way while I was stretching out these darn wings..." said Jr, sprinkling chip crumbs from the tips of his fingers.

Jr was also totally aware of the huge creature a way up the beach, but he wasn't afraid at all. It came here with that woman that Amaranth was training, Himitsu. Jr didn't want to fight a beast that big, but it was no problem if he had to. The beast was just lying there, soaking up the sun and seemingly enjoying the paradise atmosphere along with everyone else. Some of the visitors and tourists talked shit, but most of them just got a shitload of sand thrown at them. Sand in your eye, your mouth.

Her firey gaze moved over to the large dragon that was lying out on the beach. She couldn't help but stare for a moment; that inner stir to reveal her true self picking up once more. She couldn't quite understand why it was happening, but she continued to ignore it, which ended up being rather easy... especially as Jr. sneezed and tipped a boat onto its side.

She stared at the boat, blinking several times over again before looking back towards him. "Bless you." She glanced over to those who were still whispering and gossiping among themselves, and while their words didn't bother her, she still felt her body heat rising in response. They just... were agitating. The air would shimmer around her, despite the heat of the beach already, due to her body heat rising.

Figuring she needed a distraction and that she needed to be polite, she looked back to Jr. "I'm Haikyo by the way."

Jr sniffed and wiped his nose. He folded his two large wings behind his back again, noticing that the beast up the beach must have fallen asleep. With all this crazy mess going on in the world, the last thing he needed was some godzilla-type battle with a big dragon beast on his Niece's beach. Bitched out by Amaranth, bitched out by Dez, bitched out by Ghost, bitched out by Dad... that was just too much bitching.

He'd honestly expected this girl to have walked off by now, but she'd stuck around probably because he had wings and this glowing golden hoop hovering above his head, like most girls did nowdays. Most of those girls got ignored, and perhaps she would have been too, if he didn't notice the shimmer in the air around her. Jr wasn't able to see something and instantly figure it out like his father did, but he was at least smart enough to know that there was something about this girl. Whatever it was, it was none of his business, and Jr wasn't the type to go prying into people's personal space.

"Alec," Jr said. "But everyone calls my dad Alec, so i'm called Jr."

He had spent a good portion of his time since he had arrived looking for the prime target to play a little "game" with him. But, mortals bored him far too easily. They were either too drawn in by the power he radiated to be much fun trying to scare, or they ran away screaming their heads off and that too got boring after a while.

No, what he needed was something with a little bit of fiestiness to it to add to the flavor. So, again he was walking along the beach, shirtless, with just a black pair of silk pants that covered his legs. Dark hair was in the breeze and black eyes were searching...

"Well, hello there...", he growled beneath his breath, pitch black stare locking on to the female talking to the kid with the wings: an angel by the looks and smell of him. He noticed the air shimmering around the female and knew instantly that she was something "other". She was pretty enough of course, for the game he wished to play.

He crossed the last few meters of distance between them and stopped, keeping out of arms length of the angel. "Well, hello there pretty lady. Why don't you and I go for a little walk along the beach? This kid's fan club seems to be giving you the evil eye anyway." He didn't even know if the nearby mortals were looking or not, he didn't care. All the words were part of the game, and right now that game was to get the girl who made the air shimmer as if it were on fire, away from the angel.

She nodded to Jr. "Nice to meet you."

Haikyo's natural fire aura erupted around her as the demon neared, her true phoenix form showing as it shimmered around her for a moment before dispersing, leaving only the fire. She took several steps backwards. The smell alone from the male that had walked up to her told her enough: he was a demon. As she listened to him speak she realized that he was trying to get her alone with him... and that wasn't about to happen.

Phoenix Physiology:

The fire dimmed, but kept her body red hot to the touch. She didn't care about the humans on the beach who had taken notice: if they couldn't stand a little fire compared to an angel and a dragon laying out on the beach? Then they had some serious personal problems to deal with.

"Rather not... Why don't you go find someone else to take a walk with you..."

Jr didn't take any action besides reaching into one of his many "pockets" for another bag of chips. He was alerted the moment this thing first appeared in the vicinity of the island. A Demon, who has to be the same Demon that showed the first time, when he was sleeping. This had to be the one Ghost and Amaranth caused to run away.

Dimensional Storage:

Jr's tired, bored expression didn't even change while looking at this thing, or the girl, who'd set herself on fire? No, she was... something else. Jr didn't know exactly what. He peeled open the bag of chips and plucked some out, inserting them into his mouth with a loud crunch. "Dude, you stink," Jr said. "I mean... you smell bad. I suppose a bath is just beyond you, huh?"

What girl in her right mind would go walking off with this stinky Demon? What was he, some sort of pedo? As already stated, Jr didn't feel like getting into a fight, even if this was the demon that his father was currently looking for, but if he had to, he was prepared to send this Demon back to hell... even if the expression on his face stated the total opposite.

He was a manipulator, he wasn't going to give up quite so easily even if the female he wanted to play with had set herself on fire to probably try and keep him away from her. Something had caught his pitch black eye when the fire erupted though, the phoenix shape it had taken before the flames returned to normal. A wicked grin spread across his face and his eyes gleamed in sudden excitement.

"Ohho! You're one of those fire birds aren't you? A phoenix! Come on now, I just want to take a slow and peaceful walk along the beach...You and I have plenty of things to talk about."

The demon turned his gaze back to the angel, losing that sudden excited look for a moment, his scowl returning. "Piss off, angel boy. You don't smell any better to me than I do to you, I can assure you. So why don't you take your feather filled ass and go somewhere else? Can't you see the pretty phoenix lady and I need some alone time?"

Haikyo stared at the demon for a moment. Was this guy really having that much trouble taking no for an answer? And had he really just blurted out loud that she was a phoenix? Joy, she was beginning to detest the man already.

She wasn't a fighter by nature, and for as long as she could remember always liked to solve things in a more peaceful manner. So, avoiding fights was something she normally did, which included keeping her mouth shut and comments to herself. Sometimes though, little things slipped out, like what was about to now, "Angel's might stink to you.. but not to anyone else. But you.. you stink to everyone, badly."

The fire in her eyes would seem to grow more pronounced as more agitation kicked in. "And I've already said no, once. I'm not going to keep repeating myself."

Jr's right eyebrow twitched. If people thought Alec had an attitude, Jr, when pissed off, was 10 times worse. Jr had a horrible temper from a young age. Sometimes others got torn apart by just his bare hands. Jr had even gone so far as to harness the power of his rage, and use it to his advantage.

But, he didn't look mad at all, if not seeming very irritated at the moment. He looked up at the Demon and showed him 3 fingers, chewing down a mouthful of the potato chips, which he'd began wolfing into his mouth in his frustration of just trying to relax and being disturbed by a stinking Demon.

"3 chances," Jr said, reaching in for another mouthful of chips. "...Its my dad that wants to kill you, not me. I don't care for stinky Demons running around bullying people. Why don't you go to Edge City and fight my dad? He's the one who did that to your city," Jr pointed off in the horizon, in the direction of the giant black plume of smoke that stretched far up into the sky where his city still burned, and looked as if it went into Outer Space. "...If not, i'm giving you 3 chances to run away. I'm gonna hit you 3 times... and if you're still here after that, then... you will die."

The words "you will die" were said in an otherworldly tone. When he said the words, sand around his body was suddenly pushed away from him in all directions. His windbreaker, hair and feathers ruffled and moved in a sudden blast of wind emitted from him. His expression was still that of someone who looked to be falling asleep, crunching down chips, not even showing a reaction to finding that the girl Haikyo here was a Phoenix, somewhat like he was. He felt something familiar about her, but could place a finger on it. Now he knew... and wouldn't let a fellow phoenix get swept into this battle, or to go walking off with this thing.

The demon looked towards the female and scowled again. "Right, I'm done playing nice. You're coming with me one way or another, it would be in your best interest to start walking with me or else I'm going to drag you along by those firey tail feathers of yours."

The demon then turned his gaze back to the male an amused expression taking over his face. "Do you honestly think I care about that city? He saved me the trouble of having to do it myself. Though, it was a bit sooner than I was going to do it, but it was going to happen nonetheless. So, why don't you just take your righteous feather stuffed ass somewhere, eh? If you don't want to kill me then go run off somewhere, or go get your father. Besides, you look like you're about to pass out so why not run off somewhere and take a nap?"

A grin spread across his face and he reached a long nailed hand towards the phoenix chick, aiming to grab her wrist. "While you do that I'll be playing with my new friend here."

Her attention shifted to Jr. as she heard him speak and noticed the reaction that went along with his words. Blinking she shifted her attention back to the demon. Was he really still trying to insist that she go with him? Only now, now it was more a threat than anything.

"Dude seems to have a hearing problem...", she found herself muttering.

And then the stinking bastard was trying to grab her. She moved out of his range of touch, her body radiating more heat. She also made sure to keep enough distance from Jr. that she didn't end up accidentally burning him: the air shimmered more around her entire form, indicating the heat rising. "Don't. Touch. Me." She didn't like to fight, didn't want to, but if the Demon made an attempt to grab her again she was going to do her best to torch him.

Jr, upon seeing the Demon reach for the girl, made a simple swipe of his right hand. The action he took would probably be too fast for his eyes to see. Far too fast for ordinary eyes. What Jr actually did was conjure fourth a blade composed of energy from thin air. Holy energy that would be poison to a Demon, and able to slice through one like a hot knife through butter.

The arm reaching to grab Haikyo? This blade, about 6 feet in length, would swing toward that reaching arm from the ground up, aimed toward the elbow. Not many people or beings, Demons included, were able to keep up with such speed. Jr intended to cut the Demon's arm off at the elbow. He probably wouldn't know it happened since the holy energy would slice finely through his flesh, and after a moment his arm would just... fall off. This would happen if he continued reaching for the Phoenix girl.

Spoiler:

Spoiler:

A growl had escaped him that quickly turned to a hiss as his arm was cut off at the elbow. Rage filled his form and a tremble began to over take his entire form as not only did his form shift but his arm began to grow back from the stump that was left. Flesh would become leathery and black in color, fingernails changing into claws, and a tail growing from the base of his spine with three six inch long spikes at the end of it. His entire form would become larger, leaving him standing about ten feet tall.

Demonic Physiology:

Enhanced Regeneration:

A roar escaped him, arm fully grown. Pitch black eyes landed on the angel as his clawed hands flexed into fists and back again. His long tail would swipe at the angel as he roared, aiming to imbed the spiked thing into the angels legs, or any other part he could possibly reach.

"You'll die for that.", he growled.

Well, this had cetainly taken a turn for a the worst. From trying to make a friend, to a sudden raging demon... it was time for her to get some distance. Apparently, it would seem that the Demon had lost sight of her, and was simply going after the Angel. Not wanting to be in the way of the fight: two large phoenix wings, faster than completely changing to her phoenix form, almost see-through and made out of what would appear to be red fire formed out of her back and she took flight into the air with a single flap: leaving her a good twenty or so feet above what was going on down on the beach.

"Ugh.. seems like the thing stinks worse when it's not in its human form..."

Words were muttered, but her firey gaze remained on the demon, watching closely in the off chance it decided to attack her as well, compared to just having to contend with the angel. She was sure the male was more than capable of handling himself, after all, he had cut the demon's arm off without her even seeing it: that was some fast speed he had.

Phoenix Physiology::

"That's one. Two left..."

Jr's expression still didn't change. He continued to wolf down chips, watching the Demon's arm fall off and twitch on the ground. He listened to the thing growl and hiss in pain. It was a satisfying noise to hear, especially since it was coming from a Demon, an evil thing from Hell. Like Jr thought it would do, it began to transform into its true self, big, leathery and ugly. The smell just seemed to become worse. Jr didn't seem to be taking any actions besides putting more potato chips into his mouth, and remaining in that crouched position. He watched the whole process.

Then came the swing of that tail. "You'll die for that," he growled. Jr watched the tail close in, and stop inches from his legs. Then, like a movie going in rewind, the Demon would begin to go backwards. The words "taht rof eid ll'uoY" came out of it's mouth before this Demon would suddenly shift and shrink back into that human form.

Unless it had some way of stepping outside of time, Jr would cause this phenomena around this Demon, to rewind him back into a weaker state so that he didn't start a panic, and a stampede. Having been able to manipulate time since he was a baby, this process was a menial task. Jr would not cause the entire reality to rewind, only the space that surrounded this Demon, allowing anyone watching to witness what took place.

Ability:

When the Demon would be re-winded to the point where his arm had just been chopped off, Jr would make another twisting hand movement. This time it looked as if he were screwing the top onto something. What he actually did is conjure fourth another energy blade, 6 feet in length, this time making a counter-clockwise horizontal slash toward both of his knees. Jr aimed to slice through both of them, effectively cutting his legs in half at the knees. Jr heard about how this thing ran when it realized that it was out-matched, so he was prepared for it to try and bail out once it caught on to what just happened. He wasn't going to let it get away this time.

"Are you starting to get scared yet?" Asked Jr in a casual tone.

Well fuck, here he was again in the same sticky uncomfortable position as before. Only this time he was missing an arm... and two legs. He had bitten off more than he could chew apparently. The angel looked lazy and half asleep, and yet was still whooping his ass and handing it to him. It was definitely time to bail out. But how? And when?

Even with his constant Enhanced Regeneration it still took a moment to do so, especially with three limbs now having to regrow. Then the idea came to him: he was going to burn this angel boy for what he kept doing. Black flames burst forth from his form, coating him entirely and radiating massive heat. The fire spread quickly across the sand, beginning the process to super heat it to glass, as it spread towards the angel.

Spoiler:

Haikyo blinked down at the scene going on before her. It would appear, by some means, that the Angel, Jr., had hit rewind on the Demon. Even his words which were spoken were done so backwards. Eyes went wide as she kept watching, feeling slightly shocked at the way this fight was turning out: especially given how half interested Jr. was acting, despite the fact that he had one very large Demon attacking him.

Time was rewinded, the Demon's arm ungrowing, and then for him to lose his legs as well. She could only imagine how badly that had to hurt, or how pissed off the Demon probably was at this point. Then there was that fire, and she found herself biting her bottom lip, hoping that the Angel by some means couldn't be burnt from it.

Then the very sand was beginning to become glass, and she could only imagine how much of a mess this Demon was going to leave behind before he either escaped or was killed. She pitied the person who was going to have to somehow fix that glassed sand... or who might end up yelled at by the island's owner over all of it.

"That's two. Last one."

Jr had moved away from his position so quickly that the Demon could not notice. Jr knew that now. He'd vacated the scene about the time the Demon had began to regrow its arm and two legs, leaving behind a perfect after image of himself. Since while moving he was literally invisible, this meant that while it was bursting with that fire, covering itself with it, and sending it across the sand at an undetermined speed, it was wide open. Doing all of that took a lot of time. Was this thing really a boss?

Ability:

Jr had left his position to circle around behind it, airborne, all in the time it took to blink an eye. He was a distance away from the demon, about 10 feet or so. Jr went through the motions with his arms as if he were loading an arrow into a bow to be fired. While doing this, a bow and arrow composed of spiritual energies appeared. The arrow grew to the width of a lamp post, and expanded to the length of one. The arrowhead at the end of the weapon was about 3 feet across at it's end. It had to be about the time that the Demon came up with the idea to burn him for what he kept doing that Jr fired this arrow toward the Demon's exposed back. With the angle Jr fired the arrow, if it were to strike the Demon in the back, the arrow would create a lamp post sized hole through it's torso, then dig itself into the sand and impale the monster on a stake. The Arrow traveled toward the Demon with the speed that rivaled his own. Composed of spiritual and holy energies, the Arrow would cause severe burns and would literally be torture to the Demon were it to be impaled, that is, if it wasn't killed in the initial impact. The bright glow of the arrow would also prevent any shadows from being cast, meaning there was no escape.

Weapon:

"Don't say you weren't given a chance to leave when you die..."

The Demon's form would begin to collapse in on itself. Flesh and bone denigrating around him after he had been pieced with the arrow. There was no avoiding this death: but he was going home. Back to the Hell that he came from. Perhaps his master would greet him with open arms for the mass amounts of chaos and destruction he had caused in his over seven thousand years walking the Earth.

As his body collapsed in on itself organs would melt to nothing, until the whole pile caught on fire and torched itself down to ash, which began to scatter in the wind....

[]Dead, exiting thread[]

Haikyo watched Jr. destroy the Demon before her wings folded behind her, vanishing into the nothingness that they came from before she landed gently and softly on the sand covered beach. She kept her gaze on the remains of the Demon, wondering if he would possibly find some way to come back from the dead. She had heard many stories about the things that Demon's were capable of doing... but that one hadn't matched up with the stories well at all - except for the smell, he had matched that to a T.

"He... didn't sound like the big scary Demon's all the stories I've heard make them sound like...", she said softly, glancing to Jr. and wondering if this happened to be a normal occurrence for him - having to slaughter Demons and all of that. The shimmer in the air around herself slowly faded as her body heat began to return to normal: or as normal as her temperature was since she was part Phoenix.

Jr dropped down out of the air and landed, scoring a direct hit. The Demon wasn't strong enough to survive something like that, and quickly died. Jr watched this thing burn up and disappear as dust in the winds. With almost just a thought, Jr was able to use his rewind effect on the sand that had been turned into glass, causing the Demon's fire to re-ignite. This was something that he could possibly use at a later date, since hellfire couldn't be put out by normal means, so before the fire got too out of control, Jr was able to contain the hot blaze within a portal, storing it within one of the endless pockets he had access to within The Void.

Dimensional Storage:

Jr let out a sigh, still looking highly bored. He didn't much like killing anymore, not after a certain situation with a female... not even smelly, evil Demons. He reached down and picked up his bag of chips from the sand pulling several of them out to pluck into his mouth. Things were now back to normal. The Demon was dead, back in Hell where it belonged. There was no mess, and no one got killed. This meant no one would bitch him out. This was good.

Jr boredly began to walk across the beach, crunching chips, attracting many stares. No one was talking shit like they were before, just in a state of amazement that this kid dealt with that thing, whatever it was, in what looked to be an effortless fashion. Jr didn't care for fame or attention. While folding his white wings up behind him, he knew that the arrow, still sticking out of the sand, would be harmless to those with no evil in them, and would disperse after a few hours.

"That's that, I guess..." Jr mumbled, looking for somewhere to sit down. "Wonder what's for dinner..."