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Post by skyeknight on Nov 2, 2016 14:03:19 GMT
Sapien was on the streets. It was only a matter of time. The police were going to have to fight to get it cleaned up but that wasn't going to happen any time soon since it appeared half of their force was suffering the effects of the drug themselves. Vanitas still didn't feel safe with having it anymore. He had a tiny stash of it, but he sold the rest on the streets. He had a pocket full of money, for the first time in a long time. Maybe he would actually pay for his food instead of threatening some mom and pop shop. Then he chuckled to himself. He couldn't do that. Then they would start to expect it every single time. There was no guarantee that he would have money. So he strolled along, trying to decide which little restaurant owner he was going to go intimidate. It really depended on his mood. He was hungry, but nothing sounded good. Still, maybe scaring a few people would get his mood up.
Things had really gone to the dogs since the Others Unit fell apart. It was actually quite amusing, if only that little upstart cop hadn't tried to blind him. He had gotten a curse onto the youth, but it still left a sour taste in Vanitas' mouth. Then again, there was that little witch with demonic powers. Now she had been a delight. 'I'm not a demon! I'm not a demon!' she cried. Her actions proved anything but. She was just as cruel and vicious as any demon could be. She just had to get the will and the backbone behind it to actually kill someone. It would only take a little more pushing. A little more prodding. |
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 3, 2016 4:47:58 GMT
Bellerouge was turning to Hell. And Pitch, for the first time in his long existence, knew what it meant to be truly powerless.
Even now as he walked along the street only a few blocks away from his apartment in Garcon Perdu he could see the change the city had undergone. Felons were far bolder, the citizens filled with fear, tensions between humans and Others had reached a new peak, and everywhere you turned crime and Sapien drug ran in equal doses through the streets. Not only that, but the BPD was starting to collapse under the pressure as officers tried to deal with the lack of the Others Unit while taking on thrice the level of cases.
And what could he do about it? Nothing.
A flare of anger filled the former demon as he continued on his path along the sidewalk, not perturbed by the people that eyed him as he went. He knew enough about the slummy streets of Garcon Perdu to let his weapon, a standard issue gun from the BPD, be just visible under his robes. He might not have his demonic powers over fear anymore, but he still knew that this display would be enough to deter most people who might trouble him.
However, gun or not he still felt powerless. And he hated the feeling more than any other he had yet experienced in his human state. It had been several days since his talk with Adeline and he had thought over what the young witch had said, but as he watched the city around him be set ablaze and felt his own Promise Scar burn in response, he could only hate his human state. It couldn’t last forever, but already it had been far too long for the Demon and he longed to be set free of it all, all the hurts and feelings and weaknesses he was forced to bare.
If his sense of powerlessness was the worst of it, then the barrage of feelings that belonged to the human race was a close second. Indeed, Pitch was so focused on the array of emotions coursing through him in that moment that he didn’t notice or recognize the figure across the street.
And that was a mistake.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 3, 2016 14:45:41 GMT
At first, Vanitas started at the sight of a cop walking down his streets like they owned it. He half expected it to be that upstart cop who was nothing but a little goodie-goodie. Vanitas was instead surprised to see Pitch. He almost hadn't recognized the demon, mostly because he was not demon. The true demon felt a burst of glee when he realized that Pitch must have been one of the officers in the papers, relieved from duty because of side effects of the drugs. Of course it was only temporary. Heck, some Others liked being human after the end of their
"What do we have here?" he mocked.
This was going to be glorious. He could finally even the score between him and Pitch. He wasn't oblivious. He knew that Pitch had used his powers back in the interview room. A dirty and underhanded trick, but it hadn't worked. This stupid demon thought himself above other demons, above the nature they all had by helping the police. It was sickening to see Pitch deny a demon's baser natures by playing 'good guy' when really he was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Vanitas still felt it necessary that Pitch learn his lesson for that. He pulled his hands out of his pocket and grinned. He could already tell he was going to enjoy this.
"You shouldn't have come here."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 4, 2016 5:24:00 GMT
Pitch had been lost in his own thoughts, still walking down the street without really noticing the figure coming towards him, when the voice called out to him. Immediately his head snapped up as he recognized the voice and who it belonged to.
Shit.
"Hello, Vanitas."
Pitch turned so that he was looking at the criminal demon, his face a mask of calm that almost perfectly mimicked his usual demeanor. However, in his mind he knew that his situation had just turned bad. Here he was out on the street, without his Demonic powers and very human in all senses, approached by another Demon whom he had personally interrogated and made a fool of. However, that didn't mean he had to let Vanitas know how bad it really was.
Instead, he tried to act as he normally would, sarcastic and aloof.
"I'm surprised to see you out on the streets. I thought you'd be in one of the BPD cells keeping the other felons company."
His voice was calm, confident. Good.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 4, 2016 14:17:43 GMT
"Not for lack of trying." Vanitas snorted. "One of your rookies tried to take me in on a purse snatching."
What annoyed Vanitas to no end was that he hadn't even done it but was accused of it, but the kid wouldn't leave him alone. Kept trying to ask him for help until Vanitas tried to intimidate him. He hadn't done the crime. He didn't need to. Shouldn't have to resort to snatching some woman's money. So Vanitas did what any good demon would do. He broke the brat's arm and left him with a curse. Granted he got blinded for his efforts, it went away eventually.
"At least I don't sample drugs before they hit the streets."
The Sapien had obviously impacted the mighty police officer. The shadows weren't influenced by Pitch, just by Vanitas. This was almost too good to be true. At first he wondered what the catch was. Something this 'good' had to have a catch. He removed his hands from his pockets. So many things he could do to return the favor, so little time. Sapien would wear off eventually. Pitch would remember this and probably chase him down for it. His immunity wasn't going to protect him if he attacked a cop unprovoked. If he was going to do this, he was going to make it count.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 5, 2016 5:34:19 GMT
"No, you've always acted more the role of a parasite. And I must say, it seems to suit you."
Pitch knew that egging Vanitas on was probably a bad idea given that he only had human abilities and a gun to back him up, but despite the calm expression he was barely managing to keep on his face he couldn't suppress the spike of anger that went through him at the demon's words.
Even though he didn't have his powers at hand in that moment, he could still read Vanitas like an open book. Some things had nothing to do with being a demon or human but just with his own abilities, with his own personality. And reading others was one of those traits. Granted, he wasn't going to get out of this conflict without getting bruised, but if he played his cards the right way he could still turn Vanitas' own weaknesses against him.
The only way he could do that, however, was if he kept his own human feelings in check.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 6, 2016 2:17:01 GMT
"Parasite, huh?" Vanitas repeated.
Pitch's little jab had cost Vanitas his good humor. He might have stood by and laughed at the other demon's misfortune before going home to be smugly pleased with himself but now he couldn't just leave it there. His hands clenched into fists. The knuckle bones cracked because of how tightly his hands clenched. They itched to make some form of connection with Pitch's face. Not often Vanitas felt compelled to actually use physical force rather than a show of his powers to put someone in their place.
"Now that's a little rude, officer."
Sarcasm laced his voice, dripping like ooze. The police office thought that Pitch was a saint. Vanitas knew better. Vantias would compare Pitch's record to the ground they walked on, filthy. Patched with litter, slime, unidentifiable messes and other things that were better left undetermined. Pitch's hands were probably just as tainted as Vanitas'.
"You could use a lesson in manners."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 6, 2016 6:20:51 GMT
"And I suppose you're the one to teach them?"
Pitch casually crossed his arms over his chest, doing his best to keep his face perfectly blank while inside he was still struggling with his anger and annoyance. Wasn't it bad enough that he was trapped in a human-like state for the time being, struggling with human needs and weaknesses with none of his normal abilities to even aid him? Now he had to deal with Vanitas showing up and threatening him?
A voice of reason told him to think carefully with how he proceeded in this. Angering the demon could make the situation much worse. However, he realized in that instant that an enraged Vanitas might also be easier to subdue. After all, hadn't his experience while interrogating him at the BPD shown that Vanitas was easy to manipulate when he was angered?
If he couldn't find another way out of this situation, it might be his only shot.
"Please, Vanitas. You might talk tough, but in the end you're just a weak demon hiding behind the protection of the city government."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 6, 2016 18:43:26 GMT
"Someone has to," Vanitas shrugged.
The weakling comment made Vanitas narrow his eyes. He was not a weakling. It was almost as bad as the halfling that seemed to think that he was a 'good guy' when he wasn't. He took a deep breath before he shook his head. He raised his hand and the shadows followed. He wasn't about to let all of this go. The shadows twirled around the both of them. He grinned.
When his hand clenched, some shadows lashed out at Pitch, striking the officer across the face. Vanitas could feel a laugh bubbling up in his chest. He was going to show this no good officer what it meant to cross him. He would show everyone he wasn't a goodie goodie. Government protection or not, he was tired of 'helping' police and having to toe the line.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 6, 2016 19:02:13 GMT
When the shadows suddenly coiled around Vanitas fist, when the darkness suddenly lashed out at him and struck him across the face, for a moment all Pitch could do was stare down at his hand as drops of blood fell onto it from where his cheek had been cut by the blow. For a moment all he could do was look down at the crimson liquid dripping onto his palm.
However, the moment passed and Pitch turned his face once more so that he was looking at Vanitas. And now there was emotion in his face, yes, there was a mixture of feelings. But there was no fear. Even as a human he was still master of his own fears. No, the expression on his face was one of anger and the look turned his features into something quite dangerous.
"Still weak."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 6, 2016 19:34:26 GMT
"I'm going to enjoy this," Vanitas muttered.
The shadows twisted around his hands. A sword appeared in his hands, twisted with black gears and yellow eyes on it. He took a step forward, raising the sword as he went. Pitch bled, just like a human. It was satisfying enough to see him bleed, but the night was still young. Maybe he could end the officer like he should have ended that little rookie. Pitch's pathetic little pea shooter of a weapon wasn't going to be a match for his sword or his shadows. He sneered at the officer.
"I'd like to see you try and stop me now."
Pitch wouldn't be able to stop him. He was just a weak and pathetic human. Not as gullible as most humans, but he was just as easily to kill.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 6, 2016 23:37:32 GMT
Pitch didn't say anything else in that moment and instead slowly stepped into a defensive position, taking the gun out of his holster where it had been resting only a moment before. One thing was certain, the weapon might be able to temporarily distract Vanitas but it wouldn't stop him. Normal bullets might hut somewhat when fired, but they wouldn't deal any real damage to a Demon. For that, you would need....
Suddenly, Pitch blinked in surprise when he realized he DID have something he could use to defend himself, something more effective then his BPD issued firearm. It was something he had held onto from the failed Grey Dawn raid, the only thing he had managed to walk away with from the mission that had stolen his own Demonic nature.
However, as he stood at the ready and watched Vanitas, his eyes unmoving from the demon's face lest he attack, Pitch also knew that he would have to be careful with his hidden weapon simply because he had only one of them. If he lost it, if he couldn't make the blow count with it.....well, needless to say he might not be walking away from this conflict after all.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 7, 2016 0:00:29 GMT
"Pathetic." Vanitas mocked.
At first he just walked forward, but then he sped up, raising the blade as he moved. He was going to take a few swings at the officer. Rough him up so that he would suffer. Put him off duty a little longer than the Sapien effects. Of all of the officers on the BPD, Pitch was one of the biggest threats to Vanitas. It made sense to get him out of the way, even if it was temporary. Vanitas knew at this point he was going to end up in a jail cell or he was going to end up dead. There was no going back after the things he did.
First thing was first, he aimed for the weapon, trying to cut it out of his hands. A dark smirk lined his features. He swung the blade towards Pitch's hand. He finally gave into his laugh. Maniac and crazy.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 7, 2016 0:42:12 GMT
Vanitas attack was quick and powerful, but the demon broadcasted his thoughts and moves like an amateur football player. Even before he had started to rush towards him, Pitch had seen the demon's eyes briefly flash down to the gun in his hands and knew that he was going to try and disarm him. After all, he was a weak little human and would have nothing to protect him once the gun was gone, right?
Wrong. Pitch might not be a demon in that moment, but he hadn't spent all that time working for the BPD to rely completely and utterly on his demonic powers. He had attended the classes, participated in the trainings, learned the techniques that everyone, be they Human or Other, was required to know if they worked for the police department. And he recalled those trainings now as he watched Vanitas charge towards him, the blade ready to catch him on his hand and force him to release the gun.
Pitch let a startled look come across his face and began to turn towards the left, acting as if he were surprised and unbalanced by the speed of the attack. However, just as Vanitas began to bring the blade forward, Pitch suddenly switched directions so that he was turning to the right and straight towards the demon. Then, keeping his arm rigid and straight, he brought his free hand forward to hit Vanitas' sword arm with enough force to cause the blade to go wide. Using the push to also speed his turn, he found himself back to back with the demon for just a moment. He then raised his elbow as the power of the turn carried him and sent the crook of his arm directly into the face of the demon just below his eye.
Pitch felt the power of the blow in his own limb as a brief numbness entered his arm and he finished his turn to find himself facing Vanitas once more. He didn't wait to see if the strike had done anything and immediately sank back into a defensive pose with his gun aimed at the demon.
He was panting in that moment and his elbow gave out a pulse of pain, but there was another much stronger feeling in him in that instant. His blood was pumping through him in such a way that made his whole body tingle, his senses felt as if they had expanded and opened beyond a normal human's, and his whole body felt amazingly alive! It took the former demon a moment to realize that this, these sensations, it was an adrenaline spike. He had never experienced anything like it before as a Demon. And he liked it. He liked it a lot.
However, it didn't distract him from the very real danger that only stood several yards away.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 7, 2016 1:25:58 GMT
The blade strike went wide. A minor annoyance, but when Vanitas struck him in the cheek he hissed in agony. It hurt. Naturally he staggered back. He clenched his sword angrily as Pitch knelt defensively and pointed his gun at him. Vanitas sneered. He then just ran at the officer with a animalistic noise slipping from his throat, something torn between an angry-sounding yell and a growl. Vanitas almost stabbed him with the edge of his sword but his swing went wide once more. But at the last second, he flipped it to the side and swatted Pitch with it heavily. Vanitas jumped away, and stumbled to regain his precarious balance. He gave the former demon a generous few seconds before he returned to the fray.
Vanitas flipped his sword into a backhand grip and threw it. It had enough momentum to catch on Pitch's cloak, and even pin it to the wall. He swung his fist shortly there after. The satisfying crunch when he made contact with Pitch's face was very very good. He tried to go for the gun again, grabbing Pitch's hand and trying to force the gun away from him.
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