A Slice of Pie [Open][NR]

Ka'lara had been off work for all but an hour and hell had already started to break loose: she had just escaped a rather close encounter with an angel who had a superiority complex: all after having dealt with eight hours of drunk grabby humans who were more than willing to try and throw a punch or two around when cut off from their alcohol and liver failure. All in all it wasn't the way she had wanted to end her night, but all was not lost. No, there was a pizza place that sold one of the best slices of pizza that someone could get their hands on at three o'clock in the morning, and so that was where she was headed.

The path she took was a well known one as this wasn't the first time she had ventured to this pizza place this late at night. While she walked her black steel toed boots made almost no sound against the ground. She pulled her leather duster close to herself before pushing a few loose strands of black hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her face. The coat helped to keep the black v-necked tank top and her black pair of jeans hidden: as well as the numerous weapons she carried on her at all times.

She turned the corner and walked another twenty or so feet before stopping in front of the pizza place and peering in. It didn't look busy which was nice: she was more than looking forward to some peace and quiet while she ate. She walked inside, the little bell that hung above the door chiming softly: something that caused her to pause a moment and smirk as the old saying of 'each time a bell chimes and angel gets its wings' popped into her head. The owner came out from the back, looked at Ka'lara and grinned. "Ah, it's you... I was wondering when you'd come by again, Ka'lara. The usual I presume?"

Ka'lara nodded in response and took a spot at the bar like counter on one of the stools, keeping herself at an angle so she could see both the doors and everyone else going on. While she sat there she watched as the pizza shop's owner went to work on fixing her a delicious, humongous, slice of pizza with all of the fixings.

The Devil in red. Least that was the shop owner called him. Tony knew that it was short for 'Handsome Devil in the Red coat", but the owner never knew how close he was to the truth. Posted up in a corner booth he sat, half eaten pie in front of him, half a slowly melting strawberry sundae in hand that he was digging into like it was the first thing he'd eaten in a long while. Partially true. Tony loved strawberry sundaes-- one of these days, a doctor was going to find that his blood was nothing more than melted strawberry ice cream.

Bleu eyes kept a calm watch over the patrons of the shot, taking note of the arrival of the newcomer. Expirence told him a demon when he saw one, but this was a bit.. different. It wasnt the way that she moved- no. There was something strange. But it was all good; Antony of all people knew that all demons werent bad. So long as she remained cool, things wouldnt happen. It wasnt like Tony was employed by the owner of the shop or anything, but on more than one occasion Tony had to rough up some would-be thieves, something which the shop ownder and grateful for, and showered him in praise, pizza, and sundae's.

Speaking of Pizza... the sundae was settled onto the table top, and fingers dug into the pizza again, lifting up a slice and feeding it into his gaping mouth.

"You seem kind of stressed out, Ka'lara. Rough night at Zero Sum?", the shop owner asked as he waited for the timer that would indicate her pizza had finished cooking to go off. Ka'lara, who had been scanning the shop for anyone who might be itching for a fight, had just spotted the man with the strawberry sundae and pizza when her gaze flicked back to the shop owner and she nodded slightly.

"Eh, something like that... Let's just say I left the club and ran into some less than desirable company of the holier-than-arte-thou kind whose apparently been stalking me.. or so he admitted." True enough; she didn't like to lie but she wasn't going to outright call the guy an angel and have the shop owner looking at her like she had lost her mind. He knew she was somehow different then the normal costumers but hadn't asked about it since she had pulled his daughter out of the kitchen one fateful night when it had caught on fire. He didn't want to know, and she didn't want to tell him: it was an easy truce.

"You should be careful out there, Ka'lara. There are monsters hiding in the dark. Maybe it's time to find a new job.", the shop owner said as he turned and pressed the button on the timer the second it started to go off. He then went to work on removing her pizza from the giant oven and placing it on a plate for her.

Ka'lara kept watching him; knowing the all too familiar routine by now. She shrugged when he put the plate in front of her and went to grab her a coke to drink. "Eh, not all monsters hide in the dark, Pete. But, you're right... I am actually looking for a new job. No fun playing bartender and bouncer all of the time."

Tony looked up, offering a sincere smile as Tracy, Pete's daughter came by to refill his glass of soda. Giving the girl a wink, he began to sip the soda as she blushed and turned away to assist the other patrons. By this point, Tony was on his last slice of pizza, and honestly debating on a third to go. After burping into his hand rather loudly, Tony stood up and picked up his briefcase.

"Hey, Pete! Can I get a check?" The young man grinned at the owner, moving closer and motioning to the last slice back at his booth. "Also, a to-go box for my last slice? Thanks man, you're the best." The Devil slid into a seat near Ka'lara, offering the female a slight nod. While he was sure Pete would be fine, he had no intention of leaving just yet. The place was empting out fairly quickly, and Tony was sure he saw the briefest flash of metal-- perhaps a gun or such? He loved this pizza place-- and he wasnt about to let it be robbed by anyone.

Pete and his daughter had grown on him since he'd first ventured into this place five years ago while on a search for a new parlor. He liked them, and they liked him.

Remiel had only allowed the evil girl to go because Darkman had been around. Remiel had made it look like he was leaving when in reality he was just getting some distance between himself and the demon girl so that he could follow her easier which was what he had done. Remiel was surprised to find that the demon girl didn't lead him to some shit hole apartment but instead to a pizza shop where she went in and ordered some food like she was an average person.

Remiel felt his rage building towards the female as she played pretend among the humans. Remiel waited for the shop owner to give her her pizza before he entered into the shop and moved to be on the other side of her since a guy in a red coat was on the opposite side. "You should have known I would be back to finish the job, demon. We can either fight in here or go outside real nice like and spare the humans from dying. While humans might not matter to you, demon girl, I tend to care what happens to them."

She had just lifted her hot piece of pizza with the steam rising up off of it to her mouth when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up for the second time that evening. At first she thought it was a reaction to the male who had moved closer to her and was now seated not that far away who nodded at her when she glanced over to him. But, soon enough the realization hit that the reaction was due to Remiel watching her just as he had been back in the alley way behind Zero Sum. As she placed her pizza down on the plate without taking a bite, her stomach growling in protest to the action, she heard the bell that chimmed each time the door opened do so again.

She wasn't quite sure what the angel was thinking as he walked up and got close to her; standing on the side that the male in red was not. Did this angel not think she would react to his prescense in full blown view of the public? While she had no intentions of making life harder on Pete and Tracy she did have every intention of defending herself: and if that meant she had to take the angel down while he was still moving to lean on the counter than so be it: she would just pay for all of the damages, if any, later on.

So, while Remiel was busy running his mouth just as he had done previously she focused on the door which was slow to closing. If she timed things properly she knew she could knock Remiel right out of the pizza place without causing any sort of damage. Now, while Remiel was right in claiming that Ka'lara was a Demon he didn't seem to realize that she was also an Angel. Angel's came with wings, and hers were about to come in handy. Manifesting wings was something all Angels could do, and very well and quick in fact. So, while Remiel was busy talking, before the first three words had even left his mouth, she manifested her wings, big beautiful wings whose feathers were mostly white with the very edges tinting to a crimson red; using the one nearest to him to knock him back with enough force to send him off of his feet and flying right out the open doorway: where the gust of wind, if Remiel didn't react and stop this attack somehow, would cause the door to firmly shut behind him: but really, how could someone unprepared stop an attack they obviously didn't expect?

Angelic Physiology:

A cracked halo faded into view above her head instantly as she turned towards where she had sent Remiel flying with the wing equivalent of a bitch-slap: wondering what his next course of action was going to be. Meanwhile, Pete, who had seen this form of Ka'lara's once before, very calmly waved his daughter over and ushered her into the back. "Come on, Tracy, let's give the lady room to work...", Pete muttered to his daughter. Yup... they had done this before.

Well, this was unexpected. An exchange of words, something that confirmed what Tony had previously suspected: this woman was indeed a demon. And from the woman, the angelic version of a dismissive bitch slap was launched at the male. Tony wondered if this male would be able to dodge the move; angels were notorious for thier speed. Perhaps this one would have a trick up his sleeve. Blue eyes flickered over to Pete and Tracy, both of whom were calmly making thier way into the back of the store. No screaming, no panicing? It made Tony wonder-- just how much did they know about this woman?

Either way, these two were supernatural creatures, and there were still people present; roughly three stoners who were in to satisfy thier late night munchies. As Ka'lara made her way out after Remiel, Tony glanced over at the kids, frowning. "You three. Shops closed, bail out." As they started to protest, the Devil reached under his coat with his free hand, and removed Ivory from the holster, aiming it at them. "You wanna argue? You can talk to my lady friend here." As he three kids scrambled out the other exit, Anthony picked up his briefcase, snickering. After checking to make sure that Ebony and Ivery were both loaded with certain bullets, he holstered them both, and walked out into the streets.

This would make one hell of a joke later on. An Angel, a Demon, and a Half-breed walked into a pizza parlour...

….And, should the wing hit the unprepared Remiel and knock him out into the streets, he would find himself suddenly grabbed and his momentum halted. A hand would grasp the throat of the angel and hold him above the ground with one arm, allowing his feet to dangle below him.

”Aha. So i'll get to see you in action finally, huh? I'm starting to like this world already...” said a female voice...

A young boy was the one who'd grabbed Remiel out of his flight, should the hit be successful. It would be impossible for people in the vicinity not to know who he was. The spitting image of the former Boss of Edge City, the boy had a mop of white hair and red eyes. He was wearing a grey windbreaker with a darker colored turtleneck underneath, baggy grey slacks and black sneakers. There was a glowing halo hovering above his head, and two large wings of white feathers upon his back.

Next to him was what appeared to be a very attractive and shapely young woman who was on fire, yet upon her lips was a sarcastic grin. The flames danced about her coke bottle shaped frame, but she didn't appear to be burned or in pain. She had her hands upon her hips as she stood in a pose, seemingly eager to see what was going to happen next.

Hi No Seishin:

Jr Kane looked quite furious. This guy, who'd made things easier for his sister Demi back in the day, was now causing a ruckus, attacking people he deemed 'evil.' This was about to stop.

”I thought I was seeing things when I was left a memo from my grand dad, telling a story of how he had to stop a Company Employee from attacking a girl just because of her bloodline,” said Jr, his eyes beginning to glow a dark crimson color. ”As I recall, he let you walk. My grand dad is the strongest person in this whole city, even stronger than my dad or me; do you know how many ways he could have fucked you up? Furthermore, I'M the law in this city. You can't just go around offing people because you think they're bad. What the fuck is your problem, Remiel?”

Remiel was hurt because he was caught in the middle of talking. Remiel went flying backwards and out of the open pizza shop doorway and into the street where he was then stopped by a hand to his throat from Alec Kane's son. Remiel noticed that he didn't look all that happy with him and couldn't understand why since he was after all ridding the world of another worthless evil being. "She is evil and needs destroyed! I saw her throwing a human out of a bar early and on his ass! I caught her red handed!"

Remiel took a glance at the woman who looked like she was on fire and wondered who she was while also hoping that Alec Kane's son was going to put him down. Remiel was Demi Kane's guardian angel after all so killing him would mean she no longer had one.

'Such a wasted piece of pizza...', came Ka'lara's thoughts as she slipped off of her barstool at the pizza shop's counter and followed the path she had just made Remiel take out of the shop and into the streets: she would be lucky if she got to go back inside before the piece of pizza got cold. Her wings folded behind her to allow her to easily go out the doorway without getting caught up on the thing; however after taking several steps out of the door she paused: two slender black eyebrows raising at the scene that unfolded in front of her: all while being aware of the stoners that were now exiting the shop quickly due to the weapon that had been pointed at them from the guy with the red coat.

A young looking version of Alec Kane - who she assumed to be Junior, the newly appointed leader of the city - had the Angel in question in his grasp. Junior had his hand on Remiel's throat and was dangling him in the air like he was as light as a feather, all while looking very pissed off. Nearby she could see a woman who looked like she was on fire, but given that she wasn't screaming her head off while running around and flailing she figured she didn't need any sort of help. She listened while Junior spoke to Remiel, telling him that he had thought he was seeing things when he had returned to a memo from his grandfather telling about how he had had to stop a Company employee from attacking a girl because of her bloodline. That was enough information in itself to tell her several things: the man with the sunglasses had been Darkman, Remiel here was a Company employee, and Remiel was obviously on some rouge crap given his boss was here in person now to handle him and was none too pleased looking.

When Junior asked Remiel what his problem was she rolled her eyes with a sigh at Remiel's response: not knowing if Junior knew the situation or not Ka'lara spoke up, explaining: "I work at Zero Sum: I've worked there for over five years now... ever since I appeared here from another world - long story, not important. The club owner likes me to play bouncer from time to time because of my bloodline and the fact that the humans don't expect a female to be able to man-handle them like that. Earlier in the morning a guy threw a punch at one of the bartenders so I restrained him and kicked his ass, litterally, out of the door to keep him from hitting someone else." She had felt it was as good a reason at any to put her hands on the guy: in her opinion he had deserved what he had gotten - she could have easily broken him in half, but she hadn't.

Toyn sauntered out the parlor, grinning from ear to ear as eyes came upon the scene before him. The angel whom come into the parlor and whom had been bitchsmacked right back out was now on the grip of a very angry young man; this same young man who held the angel suspended in the air by his throat with one hand. Next to the young man was a woman, who was literally on fire. Given how she was rocking the flames like a skintight dress

Hot damn. If Anthony wasnt sure that she'd burn him to death, he'd ask her out on a date.

And last, but certainly not least, was the mystery woman, the only with the wings and cracked halo. Good lord, this was turning into a bit of a soap opera. If Pete had sold popcorn, Tony would have ran back inside for a cup of it. But as it was, he'd arrived just in time for the young male to begin speaking.

”As I recall, he let you walk. My grand dad is the strongest person in this whole city, even stronger than my dad or me; do you know how many ways he could have fucked you up? Furthermore, I'M the law in this city. You can't just go around offing people because you think they're bad. What the fuck is your problem, Remiel?”

Oh, so, this guy's name was Remiel? Interesting.

"She is evil and needs destroyed! I saw her throwing a human out of a bar early and on his ass! I caught her red handed!"

....Was he serious? That was the most bullshit excuse Tony'd ever heard. That like saying you hated purple because jello didnt taste like left. The fuck was wrong with this guy?

And then, the mystery lady began to speak once more. And as she did, Anthony set the briefcase on the ground and leaned against the doorframe.

"I work at Zero Sum: I've worked there for over five years now... ever since I appeared here from another world - long story, not important. The club owner likes me to play bouncer from time to time because of my bloodline and the fact that the humans don't expect a female to be able to man-handle them like that. Earlier in the morning a guy threw a punch at one of the bartenders so I restrained him and kicked his ass, litterally, out of the door to keep him from hitting someone else."

Seemed like reasonable explanation. Tony had done bouncer work before; one had to get rough with drunk humans at times to get them to follow directions, especially if they were violent.

Pushing off the door frame, the male made his way closer, clapping slowly. "Hey, uh, not that this is any of my business, but uh.... ya boy here is a bit of a loose cannon. You know, Rabid dog and all that, and, you might wanna do something about him. One of these days, he's gonna go after the wrong person. That person might not be so forgiving with in this situation."

He neglected to mention his own stake in this - his half-demon heritage. Not that it was something he hid anyway- he simply didnt care if people found out. But if something like this happened... yea, he was going to be pissed as fuck. And given whom his own father was, he wasnt going to let it go so easily.

"Yall might wanna put ol Yeller down before he bites someone."

"She is evil and needs destroyed!”

Was that the best he could come up with? Had 5 years out of action warped his brain?

Darkman had given him a free pass, and what did he do? He returned to the scene of the crime. So, the time for talking had passed. Jr knew if he let him go, he was going to try something else, and when confronted, give yet another bullshit excuse. A male came outside next clapping and began to speak, but Jr didn't hear him.

Jr was holding Remiel in the air with his left hand. His right enclosed into a tight fist. Both of Jr's hands had special fingerless gloves devised by his cousin over in ninja land, giving him access to a very special explosive style. Anthony wouldn't have even gotten done talking before Jr's right hand blasted towards Remiel's face like a missile, and should it connect, would have the very same explosive effects.

Boom Boom Gloves:

Landmine Fist:

There would be a tremendous explosion that would tear a giant hole in the street before him; a violent explosion powerful enough to turn Remiel into... basically nothing. Jr could control the shockwave and trajectory of the explosion, so everything behind and beside him would be left unscathed, while everything in front of him for about half a block would be reduced to fire, ashes, and a big burning hole in the ground. He wasn't going to take the chance of letting him go to harm anyone else. Were he unable to escape Jr's hand in time, and also get from in front of him, this would be the end of Remiel.

Hi No Seishin seemed plenty satisfied, still standing in her sexy pose with an even sexier grin. Jr would drop the remains of Remiel while staring at the aftermath with still glowing red eyes. ”...By the way... you're fucking fired.”

With this said, after a quick glance to Ka'lara and Anthony, Jr spread his wings and took off, flying upward at an increasingly high rate of speed. Hi No waved to them with a smile before fire began to blast from under her dress like a rocket engine, lifting her into the air to allow her to blast off after Jr...

[Exit unless Avoided or Prevented]

I am dead, skip me.

"Hey, uh, not that this is any of my business, but uh.... ya boy here is a bit of a loose cannon. You know, Rabid dog and all that, and, you might wanna do something about him. One of these days, he's gonna go after the wrong person. That person might not be so forgiving with in this situation. Yall might wanna put ol Yeller down before he bites someone."

Ka'lara couldn't help but agree: someone like this was dangerous, more so when they were in a position of some sort of power. The guy had some sort of warped sense of honor, or view of the world, and it was making him do stupid things like attack innocent people. Ka'lara hadn't harmed anyone, had never used her powers for anything that the situation hadn't warented, but this guy still wanted to kill her. Of course... that didn't seem like it was about to happen.

”...By the way... you're fucking fired.”

The Boss of the whole city had just blown the guy to pieces as if it was nothing and then left: and Ka'lara couldn't help but be impressed by such a display as she watched the female who looked as if she were on fire go following after him. Not every Boss took their position seriously, but it was apparent that those in control of Edge City did.

With the show over she glanced over to Anthony, arms folding across her chest. "Well... glad I don't have to clean up that mess.", she said before she turned and walked back into the pizza shop: she still hadn't finished her piece of pizza after all. She also wanted to make sure that Tracy and Pete were alright and not too shaken up by what had just happened.