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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 15, 2016 4:45:22 GMT
"This demon, what did they look like? Also, did it seem like they were waiting for you or that they had targeted you?"
The questions were simple, almost conversational in a way. Pitch continued to sip at his coffee but had finally broken his gaze away from Moses to look outside the windows that filled the front of the Nevermore Kiosk. He knew that once he had finished with his drink, he would need to return to the BPD so that he could finish writing up the conclusion to his last assignment.
However, while there was still coffee in his cup he was interested to learn more about this young half-demon and possibly offer some advice. It was clear that Moses had little experience with demons even if his father was one and he could greatly benefit from some useful insights.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 18:06:07 GMT
Spiky black hair, gold eyes. They almost looked like a kid, in a way" Moses stated with a shrug. He hesitated and shrugged again. "I bumped into this guy so I have no idea if he was specifically targeting me or if he would have gone after anyone that happened to walk by him" he said honestly and sighed. He leaned back in his seat and rubbed his forehead as he closed his eyes. The headache was really starting to get to him and the coffee wasn't helping.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 17, 2016 20:32:04 GMT
The description that Moses offered of the demon who had provoked him could have fit any number of demons, including Pitch himself. As for the demon following him, the young man couldn't seem to recall anything that would indicate that he was being stalked by this particular other. Still, Pitch thought he knew a possible reason why this particular demon had wanted to make Moses angry.
The young man seemed to have finished speaking and instead leaned back into the booth's cushioned back, his eyes closed and his hand rubbing a space just above his eyebrows.
"Hmmmm. Let me guess, you have a headache. Has this been happening much since you ran into that demon?"
Pitch's coffee was almost gone but he put the cup down on the saucer with just enough liquid in the bottom to keep him from leaving.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 17:40:44 GMT
Moses opened his eyes at the inquiry and thought about it before shrugging. "I guess so, yea. I think it started around midway through the fight" If you could even call it a proper fight since Moses had been doing most of the punching and stuff.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 20, 2016 1:21:10 GMT
Pitch nodded as if Moses' answer was the one he had been expecting even before he asked his question.
"Then your father in all likelihood sent that demon to try and coax you into a Bloodletting. He's most likely testing you to see what abilities and powers you have from your demon heritage and what your deeper nature runs towards."
This wasn't uncommon. Demons often liked to play upon and prey on the evil in humans, encouraging violent and murder to feed their own desires and hungers. Some specialized in targeting those people who they sensed could be easily led astray and turned into something evil. The process had earned the name of "Bloodletting." However, Pitch had never heard of the same tactic being used on a half-demon and the only purpose he could think of for such a thing was to determine the power of said half-blood and if their allegiance could be placed amongst humans or demons.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 2:17:57 GMT
Moses frowned doubtfully. “I...don’t know if that was what this was. Perhaps that’s what it was turning into, but...I don’t know” If he saw that demon again maybe he’d ask if he had attempted a bloodletting or whatever. Not that he could trust him to tell the truth but Moses had to at least try. “How do I get rid of the headache if it is what you said?” he asked after a little bit.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 20, 2016 3:21:06 GMT
The smallest of frowns had appeared between Pitch's eyes at Moses question about getting rid of the headache that might be from Bloodletting. How indeed? This was a question best answered by a human who had experienced such a thing but overcome it, yet Pitch was a demon. He had no experience with reversing a Bloodletting and had nothing to offer that would work.
Still, this was also a chance to see if there was indeed a way to reverse a Bloodletting, even if there was no guarantee it would be successful.
"Bloodletting is about bringing forth the negative thoughts and feelings of people and consolidating them into evil actions. I cannot say what could reverse it, but perhaps reinforcing the positive energy within would offer some relief, maybe even halt the process."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 16:44:24 GMT
Well when Pitch described it it sounded downright terrifying. And explained Moses' bad mood. He gulped. "Well great. Thank you" He had to think happy thoughts to overcome a Bloodletting? Normally he was a pretty positive and upbeat person but not today, and if Pitch was right, not completely again for a long time. Just perfect. If his father really was behind this...Moses' hands clenched.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 23, 2016 3:59:26 GMT
Pitch didn't miss the edge to the young man's voice or the way he clenched his hands on the tabletop. He knew that the situation for Moses was less than ideal and probably created another level of stress for him. However, knowledge had power and now that he had some idea of what Hexxus might be up to and a way to possibly prevent a Bloodletting incident he could potentially work towards a solution.
"While I cannot sympathize with your current situation, I can offer further assistance if you should want it."
With that said, Pitch reached into the collar of his dark robe-like outfit and pulled out a card. It was simple in design and only bore three lines of short writing.
Pitchiner Kozmotis Black.
BPD Others Unit.
The last line offered a phone number and nothing more.
He handed the card to Moses before picking up his coffee cup and finishing the last dregs of his Americano. He put the cup down and rose to his feet as he prepared to leave the Nevermore.
"My number. Call me if the need arises."
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