Topic: The Half Breed Escapades. (Kane and Harper)

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-15 20:29 EST
When Hippies Run Into Warriors July ?"th, 2016

Murrel, Kane Darkwing, and Harper.

Murrel and his two dozen hippie followers cheerfully marched into the glen, passing bottles of whiskey and marijuana joints, "This hills are soooo....crispy." As they blundered about for awhile, they finally made their way to the pool, whereupon they proceeded to strip down and jump in.

Having come across a group of rogue Oni that had caused her a bit of trouble, her warhammer was tainted with their blood. Muscles now soothed from the heat of battle as her back pressed to the rough bark of a large oak. She heard the calls of someone in the distance, dark hues snapping in that direction and narrowing as she honed in her senses. What the hell are they on about"..."How are hills crispy?" She mumbled, uncrossing her arms from her chest. She didn't catch any familiarity in the voices, but it sounded like a damn cult worship in the strangest of ways.

The half demon was off in his own area of the glen, as it was a big enough place as he too seemed to be off in some quiet reflection. Then again he might have found a quiet place to try and get some sleep, that was until he overheard the racket that marched into the glen. "Seriously. First the foul singing last night, now this." Muttering as he rocked up to sit up and looked around for the noise. He might just start shooting.

"Come to me! Come to me, my children! Let us cleanse ourselves of the taint that was once our egos, and rise again as an enlightened community of peace and love!" Murrel waited until every last one of his hippie followers was naked and bathing in the pool. In the midst of the commotion, he snuck his way out, put on his robes, and proceeded to rifle through everyone's pockets. Within two minutes, he had robbed every last one of them, whereupon he left his followers none the wiser. He made it about fifteen feet past Harper before he froze in his tracks and turned around. He stared at her for a second, "Hot damn! The hell happened to you, darlin'?"

The question didn't come to a surprise, considering she was more than likely tinged with far more blood and gore than her weapon. That everlasting brow rose as she looked at Murrel, then in the direction of the sounds of the skinny dippin' worshippers. "I could ask you the same thing. But something tells me some questions are better not to be asked.." A light snicker drifted from her lips as she looked back at Murrel, shaking off the tension in her shoulders. Not her place to judge his way of living. She was unaware of the half demon in the glen, unless of course he was within a certain radius of the angelic Lilim. But as it stood, she couldn't feel him anywhere near.

Now rocking to his feet as he decided to see just what all the noise was about, followed with him yawning and streching along the way. Light flex and shake of his easy to see demonic right hand, as there was no way to really hide it. Causing his favorite weapon to merely appear, which was that sheathed katana. That now flicked to rest on his right shoulder, as he slowly drew closer while following that keen hearing of his to where the voices came from. And not the ones in his head.

Murrel shook his head. His pupils were still enormously dilated, but the hypnotic green shade of his eyes still formed a thin corona; behind them was an expression of what seemed to be genuine concern, "That's not what I meant, Harper. I meant, what happened" Are you okay' Are you hurt?"

His concern was edging that brow even higher. Her trust supply was ever dwindling, and eyes narrowed in silent question why the hell he would even care. "Trust me, they're in far worse shape than I." She'd already taken care of the bodies, leaving the destruction hardly detectable with exception to the massacre left on her and the "Banhammer". A scoff as she reached into the back pocket of her jean shorts, tugging out the metallic tin of cigarettes along with a sturdy steel lighter. When Kane got anywhere within a quarter mile radius, she'd feel the demonic energy from the man, unable to detect any familiarity but her attention would snap in that direction whenever that may be.

Murrel let out a gentle chuckle, "From the look of your hammer, I can tell that they're probably in worse shape than you. Eh, still though....would you like me to heal ya" It's really no problem." The sight of Harper's cigarettes gave him the same idea as well. He pulled out a cigarette of his own and lit it up with a small fireball from the palm of his hand. Murrel started looking around, as though he detected the presence of another. Was he actually detecting Kane, or was he simply tripping on LSD' Or, perhaps, the LSD was expanding his consciousness in the way that it was rumored to be able to do. The truth would remain an enigma.

That brow quirked again to sensing that familiar energy from the inn, but for the moment didn't put much thought into it being the same woman from before. Seemed to be rare for him to run into anyone more than once anymore, either way he continued to followed the voices. Not even pausing to bother with the dopeheads in the pond, as he wasn't interested in them at all. That brow again rose when he got close enough to make out Harper and Murrel, causing a faint chuckle to come from him. Something told him that his presence was known, and continued towards them.

Harper had the tendency to contradict. Though lacking judgment of others, and understanding being one of her better qualities, she didn't trust a damn soul. Kane approaching edged her closer to her warhammer, movements subtle as she was less than a foot from where it leaned against the tree. Murrel's words brought a rasping chuckle from her lips. "No, I don't need healing.." She seemed to find the idea hilarious. The scattered wounds and gashes had already clotted, the blood littering her flesh was nearly dried as it was. Due to Ardat Lilitu being human, she was only half angelic. Leaving her wounds to heal over an expanse of a couple hours instead of minutes. Regardless, she was at no risk of bleeding out. Eyes ticked from Murrel, narrowing at his dilated gaze. Boy's trippin....really' Though surprise was not on her features. She still had the strips of LSD up in her room he'd given her earlier. Dark orbs darted back to Kane, then snickered at seeing the white hair she'd seen at the Inn. Didn't pull her any bit away from her hammer. Just because she'd seen him at the Inn didn't give her any reason to trust him now.

He intently observed Harper's movements, "So....it's not just me then, is it?" He looked over his shoulder and saw Kane. Whether this gentleman was friend or foe was unbeknownst to him. Putting on a cordial grin, he turned to face him completely, "Well howdy there, pal! Lovely day for a stroll, wouldn't you say?" while he didn't have his hands on his daggers or his scimitar, something in his body language suggested that he was still on his guard.

He was used to people not trusting him, which would of earned Harper a rather sarcastic smirk and probably a matching sarcastic comment. Had she said anything to him. The movements of her slinking towards her warhammer hadn't gone unnoticed, but he really didn't seem too concerned about her wanting to keep her weapon near. Kane would of seen that as her being wise. Wiser still not to trust people so easily. Keeping his stroll somewhat lazy as it would take him a few more moments to get close enough to note both were on guard. "Seems like everyone is edgy today." Mused as he looked between the pair, as he noted Harper's healing wounds, but nothing was said. "Yeah. Nice for a stroll through the glen. Till some loud hippies woke me up." Thin smirk for Murrel.

The faintest of eye rolls as Murrel called her out on it. "Subtlety isn't one of your strong suits, is it?" Her tone didn't hold any irritation, though. But it did earn a shake of that long waving tresses of black and vibrant blue. As Kane continued to approach but didn't seem to make any aggressive movements, she took the opportunity to pluck a cigarette from the tin, light it and return both lighter and tin to their home in her back pocket. Filter tucked between blood splattered lips as she kept her gaze on Kane the entire time. She wasn't weary because of what he was. She was trained by two higher demons, one being a Knight of Hell, the other the Archdemon of Greed. She had no ill will against demons. To say whether they had ill will due to smell angel on her....that was a different story. Keep her caution subtle and casual, cheeks hollowed as she took a hefty pull of smoke into her lungs, tipping her chin up to Kane. "Can you blame folk?" A soft curve of a smile as that bold brow lifted curiously. "Strolls are fun, aren't they?" A wide, almost devious grin from the blood-painted woman toward Murrel, keeping attention on Kane through peripherals.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-15 20:34 EST
Murrel flashed Kane with a cocky, crooked smile of his own, "Well excuse me, mister nappy-pants, but I fail to see how you were, 'strolling through the glen,' when, 'some loud hippies woke you up.' Unless, of course, you're a sleepwalker." He pulled out his bottle of whiskey and took a deep pull before holding the bottle out to Kane, "Care to join me in a little libation?"

Nappy pants" Dark hues ticked to Murrel, it took all she had not to smack the heel of her hand against her forehead. "You usually run your mouth this much?" She muttered, though it was more in general than to him in particular. Little bit of Harper commentary. Good way to get shot, Hipster.

The fact that Harper had a little bit of angel in her really didn't bother the half demon. Mostly due to him growing up around and being trained by a few beings that were part angel, so as long as she offered no hostilites towards him. She wouldn't get any in return, as his gaze shifted between the two while keeping an eye on Harper in turn. "Been called worse." Another faint smirl for Murrel before looking down at the bottle. "I'll pass. I have a bad habit of not trusting people very easily anymore. Keeps me from getting lied to or worse." Pause for a moment. "So that racket is all your doing. Make it a habit of leading a group of hippies around like children, or do you like manipulating the stupid?"

Harper was battle-ready at nearly all times, and enjoyed her times in the arena. But hostile was not something to describe her as. Sometimes bitchy' Family trait. No filter" Damn skippy. Hostile" Nope. She was rather anti-drama and anti-trouble unless it came gunning for her. In which case, she never backed down. Reckless as it may be at times. Though Kane's distrust and refusing the bottle as well as keeping his eyes on her brought a slight smirk to her features. She gave him a once over, mostly sizing him up though for no reason other than studying him. Not stupid or naiive. Rare form these days. People were too trusting, and she didn't understand that. A soft chuckle escaped almost unwillingly as the half-demon called Murrel out on his **** She didn't get into people's business, wasn't her thing. But it didn't stop her finding amusement in the moment. Eyes shifted to Murrel as she also waited for his answer, taking another hefty drag from her smoke, trademarked bold brow lifting curiously.

Murrel shrugged, "If you must know, it's what I do for a living. Whether I like it or not doesn't matter. I'll say this though, calling us edgy is pot callin' the kettle black, if you can't even accept a little whiskey." He took another pull from the bottle and another puff from his smoke. He paused for a second, thinking to himself, when he decided to pull out a marijuana joint, "Whaddya say we all make peace and take the edge of together?"

Took every ounce of her being not to shake her head and laugh at the idea. "Take a whole lot more than some Mary Jane to take my edge off, Sunshine." A flash of a pearly white smile as she resumed her leaning position against the oak, avoiding the slices and dices on her back through her leather halter top. For the record, Sunshine was probably going to stick as his nickname. Hippie bastard...

Gaze remained on Murrel for a few moments. "So you make a living out of manipulating stupid people to fuel your own ego. Gotcha." Rather deadpanned for a moment as he didn't miss that Harper was looking him over, earning her that prize winning grin he flashed to just about everyone. As for what he looked like and all" Nope. He didn't look like he could handle himself at all, which would of course be a lie. "Sorry. Going to pass on that as well. If I need my edge taken off. I'll just go do my job of knocking people around that deserve it."

"Sunshine" Is that my 'hippie spiritual name' now" I can roll with that. Let's all give each other BS hippie names. Harper, I'm calling you Moonbeam now." He looked back to Kane, "No, I make a living out of manipulating stupid people, PERIOD. Ego ain't got nothin' to do with it. Sorry if you don't approve, but having been raised in a corrupt church that I narrowly managed to escape, it gets to the point where you just do what you know how to do in this world. That's called survival. But surely I don't have to explain how survival works to you, do I?" He lit up the joint and took a couple of puffs before putting it out and saving the rest for later, "Name's Murrel, by the way." he extended his hand to Kane.

She wasn't chiseled like some amazonian, but muscle was apparent beneath the pale flesh of her limbs and torso. She looked like a fighter, but probably not enough to sport the weapon she wielded. 5'8 was where she stood, and the feminine features and dress contrasted with her love of battling in arenas. "Yes," she said plainly to his inquiry of his hippie name. Then crinkled that nose of hers at being called Moonbeam. "As if Harper isn't bad enough.." she muttered, giving a quick shake of her head. Eyes shifted to Kane when he mentioned his preference of taking the edge off, a curious quirk of brow. It was surprising the brow didn't stick permanent with as many times as it lifted. Half-demon who serves justice. The urge to call him Batman was on the tip of her tongue but she bit it down for now. Maybe if they met again. Maybe...

The name for Harper was totally filed away for later use, not that he would ever call her that. Gaze shifted back to Murrel for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "Everyone in this town has their own sob story on why they are the way they are. The thing is if you let it define who you become." Another light shrug. As for Harper" He was smart enough not to judge her by her looks, and could tell that she could easily handle herself. That alone earned her a few points. "Kane." Offered to them both with a glance down to the offered hand. He'd let his manners win here and shook it firmly. Serves justice for a bit of money. Though depending on who it is for" Honor is enough. Just nevermind those kinda elvenish ears behind the white hair.

"Harper." She offered to Kane, though she'd already given her name to Murrel. Something told her Moonbeam was going to stick because she wasn't going to stop calling him Sunshine. Maybe slim it down to Sunny, though. Give it a moment, Kane. Sure enough ol' hawk eyes would notice those elven ears.

Kane was just glad he hadn't gotten a nickname yet.

"Well Kane, if you're calling me a SOB you certainly wouldn't be the first. But what?s your hippie name going to be now" Hmmmm..." he looked Kane up and down, tapping his index finger on his temple, "You can be....Raindrop. Yeah, that's it!" he started giggling maniacally. He looked over his shoulder at Harper, pointing to Kane, "Doesn't this guy look like a Raindrop" He's TOTALLY a Raindrop." He turned his head back to Kane, "Welcome to the Trinity of BS, Raindrop."

Oh she'd come up with something. Cue some old school villain laughter. Maybe a cough or two to follow.

"Been called that before." Wave of his free hand at Murrel. "Raindrop." Deadpanned as his features flatlined as he didn't seem all that amused at the nickname then looked at the laughing Harper. "And what would you call me, Moonbeam?" Smiling oh so sweetly at her. Nevermind the mischief in those eyes of his. Not important.

Oh lawdy, Raindrop. Considering nothing of Kane made her think of a raindrop, an unwilling bout of rasping laughter escaped her throat. Her voice as well as her laughter sounded like she'd taken vocal cord damage at some point in her extensive life. "Raindrop" Jesus, man. How much LSD did you take?" Laughter died down to a scoff as she took another inhale from her cigarette, almost giving Kane an apologetic look....until he called her Moonbeam. Son of a gun...a sassy lift of brow as she narrowed an unrelenting gaze. "Powderpuff." The mischievous grin she returned was just honey laced with salt. Two can play that game.

His eyes narrowed more as the now called Moonbeam continued to laugh, though he did dmirk to her scoffing at him. Seems his mood picked up just a touch now to the sudden bout of name calling. "Marshmellow." Looking her over for a few passing moments only to lock eyes with her. Looks like he just might be willing to play along.

"Three hits, to be exact. You still have the stuff I gave you, right?" He looked back at Kane, taking note of the white head of hair, "Powderpuff. Hmmm. Definitely makes more sense than Raindrop, now that you mention it, but it lacks that ring of nature-related hippie nonsense....let's see, powder..." he looked Kane up and down again, trying to think of another name for him.

At a drop of a dime, and a widening grin. A tick of her gaze toward Murrel, "Like I'd pass up free LSD." Or maybe she was saving them later to be studied for any possible poison in them. Trust, man. Zilch! Cheeks puffed out only slightly in a huff at the Marshmellow comment, almost-black hues narrowing upon sight of the Powderpuff. "Dandelion." What a masculine name! Oh so manly, and fluffy.

Just a glance between them at the talk of drugs for a moment, getting a faint twitch from him but nothing further. Wasn't his place to do so. Another glance to Murrel to him trying to come up for a nickname for him, then back to Harper. "Good one Grinning wide at her. "Buttercup." Countering. Such a strong name for the warrior woman!

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-15 20:42 EST
"Sand Dollar!" Murrel clapped his hands together, "Whaddya think" This guy is kind of a Sand Dollar, wouldn't you say?" He sat down on the ground in a full lotus position and finished his cigarette. He pulled out his guitar and started strumming a bit, looking back and forth between the two.

Another raspy laugh toward Murrel. "Are you coming up with names or are we playing I Spy?" She took a finishing drag, exhaling in a rushing plume from her lungs as she scoffed out a soft laugh, rolling the filter between her fingers to push the tobacco and cherry from the end before stomping on it with a spartan-style sandal. "If that's the case," a glance around then back to Kane with a cheeky smirk. "Fern. Short, sweet and fluffy. Something tells me you're just a bundle of hugs." A teasing crinkle of her nose to him before flicking the filter from her cigarette away from the trio. She looked down at Murrel now strumming at the guitar, letting out a soft groan. "I don't sing around campfires, don't even try it Sunny." Unless you liked brain aneurysms. Her singing was almost as bad as her coffee.

Sideways glance towards Murrel at the new nickname and quirked a brow as he pondered the possible meaning behind it. Gaze again shifted back to Harper as he waited for her next shot. "Oh yes. So sweet and fluffy, but you're the short one between us." Winking at her for a moment. "Princess." Fired back at the woman, then a glance to Murrel again. "I'm with her. Not singing songs around a campfire."

Murrel looked up at the two of them, "Well, seeing as there isn't actually a campfire here, neither of you will have to worry about that, now will you?" He wasn't much in the singing mood himself. Instead he was just busting out some flamenco strumming, sort of in the vein of Paco De Lucia, "You know, Moonbeam, a good counter to, 'princess' would be to call this gentleman a Queen."

Kane was waiting for Harper to take a swing at him. Wouldn't be the first time that has happened.

Oh, that one earned him two raised brows. Two! And even a scoff. "No....no.." she shrugged away from the tree and possibly looked like she was going to swing at him, but instead of her hand coming at him it came to her chin as she gave him a studious once over. "I don't think he's got the chest for a flowing gown.." Her lips pursed, head even tilting to the side as her gaze swept up to his face, then gave him a slow smile. "Jester, though. He could probably pull off some Peter Pan tights." A confirming nod there, as if she could easily picture him dancing around in some bright colored tights. "Little bell on curled shoes, the hat!" With both brows rising higher, she looked down at Murrel with a nod. Oh yeah, could totally see it.

Murrel shook his head, "No no, I meant Queen as in a cross-dresser."

That got a slow grin to cross his lips as he continued to watch the woman, as it appeared that he was actually having fun for once. Well probably fun for the first time in a good while in fact, though he seemed to be glad she didn't throw a punch. "Gowns and me don't mix. Not since the last time I wore one." Easily playing along with a shrug. "I would totally rock the tights." Smirking at Harper. "Tinkerbell." For dear sweet Harper.

A rasp of laughter spilled from her lips as she almost doubled over, she didn't though! But a hand did come to her abdomen, then stopped abruptly as she puffed out them cheeks. "No, that's not fair. He can't be a prettier woman than I am!" Sassy ass hip cocked out to the side, hands soon cupping them as she looked between Murrel and Kane. "That's just....Bye bye lady pride." A dramatic pout, bottom lip just jutting right out there. Then she crinkled her nose and almost looked appalled at his accusation. "I look terrible as a blonde. Trust me." She looked down at the short shorts and leather halter top she was adorning, then gave the two one hell of a sassy expression. "I would butcher that little fairy in a tutu competition." A single finger came up to tap her lips as she tried to come up with another name. Damn, she was runnin' dry. Kane might actually win this one! Oh no!

"What's wrong with being a cross-dresser?" Blinking at Murrel before looking to Harper now. "Getting harder and harder to be accepted in this town." Over the top dramatic sigh as Kane looked so hurt, so offended now! It passed quickly. "Of course I can't be prettier than you. I'm devilishly handsome." Light shrug as he wasn't blowing smoke up his own arse. "You would look absolutely adorable in a little fairy tutu." Poor Harper!

Murrel looked up at Kane, "Ain't nothin' wrong with it at all. It does seem to be a stark contrast to your style, however. Just as Princess and Tinkerbell don't actually suit our friend Moonbeam here either. Hence the joke." He took another drag of his cigarette and blew three smoke rings, the last of which sailed down the middle of the first two.

"Maybe I'm a cross-dresser." A raise of brow to Murrel, though that was cut out of the equation. Her outfit didn't leave much to the imagination, with valid reason. She didn't have a slutty bone in her body, but she'd be damn if a thief tried to pick pocket her. She'd damn well feel it and they'd probably get hit over assumption of groping. She gave Kane an I know right" expression to it being harder to be accepted in the town, then a soft rasp of laughter was pushed out of her lungs. A shrug given to Kane about him being handsome like you've got me there. Just because she took up absolutely no romantic interests, didn't mean she couldn't call it like she saw it. He was handsome, she'd give him that. "Okay, if it comes down to Princess, Tink or Moonbeam....I'll take the latter.." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest though one hip remained cocked out. Then a determined expression settled on her features. "I would rock the hell out of that tutu, thank you."

Murrel got a glance as he knew the man was being honest, but he was having a bit too much fun with the playful name calling that was going on. it had been a while since he could have a little bit of harmless fun. "I could picture that." When Harper said she was the cross-dresser, not that he was picturing that now. Followed with a light shrug to the look given and a What can you do one in return. As for romantic interest' Yeah he wasn't looking for one either. "Think I will call you Pookie instead." Offhanded to Harper as he waved a hand at her. "You would rock a tutu...and still be completely adorable while doing so."

Murrel looked up at the sky. It did appear to be getting darker, and he was starting to get chewed by mosquitoes. He set his guitar down, stood up, and gathered a few dry logs and some rocks. He build a small fire-pit with the rocks, stood the logs up in a tee-pee formation, and lit them with a stream of fire that he ejected from his hands, "Do mosquitoes even like demon or angel blood?"

She gave him a nod like she was trying to convince him. "Heavy duty tape. Works like a charm." She gave one hell of a sassy expression, head pulling back and everything at being called Pookie. "Oh hell no....Fluffy." Since they were going by literal pet names now. Her nose scrunched, as well as parts of her face at being called adorable, even in an assuming manner. Cute was not an adjective to describe Harper. It was Murrel's question that snapped her attention to him with raised brows. The fool had managed to surprise her, only to furrow in an instant in suspicion. "What're you on about?" Yeah, she was wondering how the hell he knew. She didn't sense anything about him being able to tell what she was. Even if she was only a half-breed angel.

He chuckled for a few passing moments as it seemed the name game had run its course now, before looking towards Murrel now. "Never had to deal with them." Shrug of his shoulders as he looked back to Harper again to her calling him Fluffy, getting a sly grin from him. "Now now dearest Pookie." Yup. Totally found the nickname that he was hell bent on calling her by now.

"Mosquitoes. Do they enjoy the blood of demonic or angelic entities, or do they strictly feast on poor lowly fellas like me?" he pulled out some marshmallows from his satchel and sharpened a stick to a fine point with one of his daggers.

She just barely held herself back from snapping her teeth in Kane's direction at him calling her Pookie. "You started it, Honey Badger." Hey, he had that dark mysterious sort of thing going, okay' Deal with it. She was still looking for the one that was sticking. "Wouldn't know," to Murrel with an added shrug. "I don't think about **** like that....But I'm also not trippin' on LSD." She grinned, shaking her head as she started digging out her favored drug from her back pocket. Nicotine, baby.

He would of growled and snapped his teeth back at her, in fact he would of leaned in as close as she would allow to do so. "Honey Badger huh?" He appeared to be able to live with that one. She had the ability to roll with his picking. Then back to Murrel. "Maybe its because he's sweeter than us, Pookie." Aside to Harper as he didn't have any drug of choice. Unless one would count beer, or getting into fights.

A little smirk formed on Murrel's face. He wasn't completely certain as to whether or not Harper had angelic blood, but he had his suspicions ever since he noticed the speed of her healing factor. That coupled with how a 120 lbs. woman was carrying a hefty, 2-handed hammer like it was a walk in the park made him wonder. He put a marshmallow on the end of his stick and roasted it to a golden brown, "Whatever you say, darlin'....but alas, you're probably right. It may just be the LSD talking." His concession wouldn't have been entirely convincing.

There was a secretive smile as she pulled the innocent card on Kane, though she kept her crude thoughts to herself for now. Just don't ask why she chose Honey Badger. Hey, you can't blame her, she was born and raised in Hell! There was only a light snap of teeth in his direction that she couldn't hold back. She might warm up to the name eventually. Right now, it made her feel like a Pomeranian. Just don't let her near your ankles, girl won't bite but she had a mean sweep! A stick was plucked from the tin when it was retrieved, settled between her lips and lit with a steel zippo, returned afterwards to the pocket. "Could be. I mean, he is Sunshine...You're a damn Badger...and I'm..." She grumbled at that one instead of saying it, sending a huff to Kane before a puff was taken from her lit cigarette.

Matching that innocent smile of Harper's with one of his own, as whatever thoughts were going through his own mind would remained locked away there. As he might ask her why she chose that nickname one of these days. Would depend on a few other factors. As for her snapping her teeth at him, no matter how light it was. It earned her a light demonic growl from him as well as a snap of his teeth in return. He then chuckled yet again. "And you are Dearest Pookie Moonbeam." Yes. He went there.

Murrel ate his gooey marshmallow with an ecstatic sigh, "Ohhhhh yeah....that hits the spot." He held up the bag of marshmallows, looking back and forth between Kane and Harper, "Help yourselves, guys! I can carve a couple more sticks if you want."

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-15 20:48 EST
And she just might tell him if he asked, but until then, she wasn't sharing. Disclaimer warning be heeded with the angelic Hellion! To the demonic growl and returning snap of teeth' She wished she had a newspaper to swat him on the nose with. She might've flicked his nose had she known him better. But no physical contact on first meet. Hell no. So instead she lifted her lip in a playful snarl in return before smirking. Only for it to be cut short by the newest name. "Oh, sick." She crinkled her nose at him, then let out a raspy laugh. When Murrel offered the mellows, she turned her attention to the bag like he'd laced it with arsenic, gaze narrowing. Well....he did have the ruse of a crazy cult leader! He could've poisoned his own mellows! There's ways around that! So much trust between Honey Badger, Pookie and Sunshine~

Perhaps next time the reasoning behind that name could be found out. If she swatted him with a newspaper, that could of earned her a proper spanking of her rear end. But that wouldn't happen this time either. No physical contact on first meeting is a good way of handling things. "I know. Evil." To her reaction to the newest nickname he had just cooked up to use against it. Another look to Murrel. "Again. I'll pass. I trust few people, and you ain't one of them." Shrug of shoulders for the man.

If he spanked her rear end, that could go one of two ways. A return spank, because she's rather shameless. Or a sock to the jaw. It all depends on their encounters, really. "Devilish." She added, a confirming nod then her lips grew thin as she held back laughter at the man's bluntness to Sunshine. Aw, poor Sunshine! Probably going to think they hate him instead of being paranoid warriors!

Murrel rolled his eyes at the two of them, "Oh, for goodness sake! Moonbeam, you smoked a joint I gave you earlier, you took the acid I gave you, but now you're worried about some harmless little marshmallows?" He looked back at Kane, "And as for you, buddy, if you're really as tough as you posture yourself to be, then what kind of wimp is afraid of a damn marshmallow?" He giggled as he shook his head and put another marshmallow on his stick, "Whatever. All the more for me then."

He's already gotten punched in the last few days by someone, though he popped them back as good as he got. So that wouldn't be new to him. He didn't have a glass jaw. Harper got a wink and sudden blown kiss before looking back to Murrel. "Not scared of it. I just know people in this town won't hesitate to lace things to use against others, and you admited to doing such things."

She gave a shrug to Murrel, "For the record, I haven't taken the acid. And I only took the joint after you hit it first." She smirked, giving him a look. Pfft, if she was going down, he would go down with her, dammit. Rule of thumb: Never take the first sip/hit/taste of anything handed to you. Her cheeks hollowed at the next drag of her cigarette, tilting her head back to send the plume skyward. "Besides, I'm not a fan of marshmallows." The wink and blown kiss was caught out of the corner of her eye and all sorts of cheesy-like, she snatched a hand up as if to catch the kiss and tastefully slapped it lightly to her own ass. Not hard to tell what that meant. Cue the "sweet" grin before it was interrupted by another drag of the cancerous stick. Adding on about the mellows, stifling her own laughter. "Ruin my girlish figure." Okay, Muscles.

Harper got a slow glance to her reaction to his blown kiss, before shifting to lean to the side to her smacking her own ass with it. "If you wanted that fine ass smacked. All you had to do was ask me, Pookie." Hard to tell if he was serious or not, before resuming his previous position.

Murrel frowned. Was he actually offended" "Uh, no, actually. I never 'admitted to doing such things.' I know I didn't, because I don't do such things. Every one of those hippie kids over there in the pool knew exactly what drugs I was giving them, and they took them anyway out of their own free will." He popped the marshmallow into his mouth and continued to talk, "I mean, in all seriousness, can you name me one religion that isn't a scam' Some of them are scams on a global scale."

Her lips pursed to Kane's words, then she snickered around the filter of her smoke. "Careful, Snookums. I'll just smack ya back." Though she didn't note where. Leave it up for interpretation. The wink she offered contrasted fully with the daring grin shot his way. Her eyes dragged back to Murrel as her brows lowered. She gave a simple answer, "Yes." But didn't elaborate. She would've said my mother's. But that was a whole lot of explanation than she was willing to give on a first meet.

"I don't believe in any religion." Light shrug of his shoulders as he was being bluntly honest. "Bring it on, Sweetie Pie." Batting his lashes and a few mock blown kisses for her, totally not meaning any of it. He then looked back to Murrel. "My upbringing" I was taught to think for myself and not to be a sheep. As well as to earn your way in lift." Another shrug as there was more, but he dropped it at that.

Oh, come on Badger! You're just setting her up for that one! Her father being Lust, it left people interpreting it as only sexual intention. No, no. It was ambition and desire in general. Motivation. And he was practically challenging her! The raising of both brows said a hundred words before she shook her head. She had been around long enough to get past her bloodline, but that didn't mean next meet would make her push it aside. She didn't break her no physical contact upon first meet rule. Instead, she puffed her cheeks out at him, giving him that you're gonna get it look. Playfully, of course. She wasn't aiming to drop her hammer on his head. Not unless he asked for it.

Murrel nodded to Kane, "I can generally tell when I'm dealing with someone that I can't just convert, '1, 2, 3,' like that." He pulled out that joint from before and lit it up again, taking a deep hit and holding it in for thirty seconds before exhaling.

Of course he was challenging Pookie! He had to do it! Well not really but she seemed able to handle his brand of odd nicknames, and picking without throwing a fit about them. Though Badger would bet that she was look cute and adorable throwing them. Upon seeing that look" He lifted his non demonic hand and done the Just Bring It hand wavy motion at her. The wild grin might have tipped her off that he actually was daring her even further now. In play of course. Another look for Murrel again. "Still. Its a trust issue, and outside of family. My trust in people is pretty much shot to hell."

It would be pointless to even consider trying to convert her. It would be impossible. She was a Lilim through and through. If she believed she belonged to anyone but herself, it was her mother. And that was biased love of a mother's child. Damn you, Badger! This one time she would have to break her rule. Because her over all rule that meant more to her was her pride of never backing down when blatantly challenged. So at that point, she gave him a dead-on stare with brows skyrocketing nearly to her hairline in a sassy expression her mother would be proud of. Like the previous cigarette, it was twisted between her fingers for the cherry to fall to the ground, promptly stomped out with a sandal. The filter flicked away from them, all the while aiming to keep contact with Honey Badger. She didn't say a word, instead...Her arm was coming out at a steady pace but not quick enough to be deemed threatening as her middle finger connected with her thumb. She was going for a nipple flick!

Murrel looked up at the two as they teased each other, "Ohh yeah! CHICK FIGHT!" He laughed and clapped his hands together, "Kick her in the balls!"

It would be pointless to try and convince him to join any church or religion as it went against how he had been raised. Now looking towards Dearest Pookie Moonbeam as his brows slowly rose to her looking at him. Totally not trying to get her to break her rule of not touching him. With him matching her stare with his own, as he smiled so sweetly at her. Not saying a word in return, as he watched her. Totally not expecting the nipple flick. "Hey!" Growling in that demonic growl of his, before he moved to counter attack! Middle finger loaded and ready, then aimed to flick the tip of her nose in return.

"No, don't kick her in the balls!" She snapped at Murrel, with no hint of irritation or anger. Instead, she let out a raspy laugh and a shake of her long black and blue tresses. Low blows, man! No. To Kane's outburst and growl, she just gave him a cheeky grin that held so much sass. Soo much sass! She wasn't expecting a nose flick though! Eyes widened when his hand came to her face and the tip of her nose was flicked, head pulling back too slow. She was expected a booty smack, dammit. That's what he'd said. Probably a good thing he hadn't though. She probably would've hit him for real then. Subconsciously, her hand came up to rub the tip of her nose and glare playfully at him for his retaliation. "You son of a gun.." That shameless lass was seconds away from dropping the big guns! Metaphorically because she had horrible aim with firearms..

"No kicking anyone in the balls. Bad form, man." This aside to Murrel. He then looked at Harper to her being too slow to dodge his counter attack, and slowly grinned all devilishly at her. Flashing her his own touch of arrogance, though his was just to counter her being Miss Sassy. "What are you going to do now?" Totally not baiting her to try those big guns. As for his use of firearms" Trained in them since he was a kid.

Murrel slowly rose to his feet and slowly and silently closed the distance between him and the other two. At the opportune moment, while the two were focused on each other, he swiftly and sneakily reached a hand out to each of their midsections, going for a double tummy tickle.

Had this been a legit fight between the two, she would've damn well dodged it. But she could read body language. This was playful not aggressive. Maybe a bit sassy, but that tended to come hand in hand with Ms. Moonbeam there. As did unpredictability. "What am I gonna do now?" She almost did the neck bob sassy move, but stopped herself. Because she's not a middle-aged black woman. Instead, she acted like she was going to take a step forward, then stopped dead in her track when she saw Murrel's hand coming for her stomach. Sorry Murrel! But you can't catch a warrior off guard like that man! You can't! Out of reflex, she would aim with a flash of reflexive movement to grab his wrist, and attempt to Judo flip him over her shoulder.

Had this been a legit fight between them. It would be safe to say that they would of had to made sure that it would only be them involved in it. So the playfulness continued between them, maybe a bit shameless here and there. Honey Badger seemed far to content to play along with Ms Moonbeam. Had she done the neck bob, Kane would of countered with the finger snapping. That was until Murrel though it was a bright idea to try and tickle the two. As Harper moved to Judo flip the male. Kane out of his own reflex moved that free right hand to whip out that hand cannon he called a gun to point it at his head. Nope! Moonbeam and Honey Badger weren't dangerous or paranoid at all.

Nope. They were super trusting and down right cuddly. Nodnod!

Totally lovable, huggable people!

Murrel's wrist was indeed grabbed, and he himself was indeed flipped with absolutely no resistance from Murrel. If anything, his willingness to go with being flipped allowed him to roll his way out of facing any hard impact on the ground. With a hearty laughed, he used the momentum to roll back up onto his feet in a single fluid motion. He took a drag from his cigarette and gently moved his hand to push Kane's gun out of his face, "Damn! Guys wanna play rough, eh?"

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-15 21:04 EST
Snapping out of warrior-mode to Murrel's words now that she realized what had happened, she heaved a sigh then snarled lightly. "Jesus **** Christ, dude. You trying to get yourself killed?" Luckily, for a barbarian style fighter, she didn't have berserker rage. Which was good for them both. She ran a hand over her face and shook off the tension from her shoulders, shooting Murrel a soft glare through her fingers before it fell away from her face. She pointed at him, "Don't do that **** again, or I can't guarantee I won't go for the Banhammer next time." She wasn't one for spilling needless blood. She was angel and human through and through, and was her mother's daughter. This wasn't the arena.

One brow rose once the whole scene had ran its course, as he lowering the gun when Murrel moved his hand up to push it away. Spinning it for a moment on a finger before sliding it back home into its own holster. "I'm with her." Head jerk to Harper. "And if I was going to get serious?" Slight shift and he tapped his own shoulder with that sheathed sword. "I'd use this, and this isn't a plaything." He then looked to Harper again. "Adorable." Blink!

Murrel spread his hands apologetically, "Sorry bout that, guys! Seemed like a good idea at the time. But eh....I mean, neither of you can kill me, so don't be afraid of that happening. Still, I don't want to be the cause of any unnecessary stress for ya'll either." He took another drag from his cigarette.

Slowly cooling off from the adrenaline of the almost-battle, she breathed roughly through her nostrils, making them flare a bit. A glance sent Kane's way as he motioned to the blade at his back, and due to the side angle....That's when she spotted the ears. She might've stared at them for no more than a second or two before looking back at Murrel. It wasn't her business, though it piqued her curiosity. Half-demon elf" That was new to her. She pointed to Kane next, giving him a bit of a bitch-face. "Not adorable." To Murrel, she pointed back at him, about to open her mouth before snapping it shut. She almost stated that she almost could guarantee she could kill him with the Banhammer, but she didn't want either to know about that weapon. She sighed and repeated, "Don't do it again." Before dropping the finger and went for her tin of cigarettes in her back pocket. She needed a smoke to calm down the blood pumping in her veins. It'd take her a minute.

He was coming down off that near fight that could of broken out, as he shifted from foot to foot, with a sideways glance to Harper. As he might have caught on that she noticed the ears, earning her a brow quirk for a moment. "Totally adorable." Ha! Then another look towards Murrel and his rather bold claim. "Uh huh." About all he would say on that matter.

Murrel looked back at Kane, picking up on his skepticism, "No, really. You can't. I mean, you technically COULD, but....I would be back wanderin' around in perfect health in a matter of a couple hours. Hell, that time I contracted herpes, I killed myself just so I could come back without'm."

She knew of one thing that could probably kill Murrel for good. But that deadly weapon was in her sister's hands and neither of the two were murderers. She wasn't gunning for the guy. Though the urge to smack him on the back of the head was there. "Honey Badger.." she raised her brows in warning, in a playful manner of course. Don't make me get ya again. She doubted he'd expect what she'd do next. Then a crinkle of that nose to Murrel. "Dude, wrap your **** or don't tap somethin' that looks dirty." She shook her head, hoping he was joking about the herp-a-derps but she couldn't say she'd believe him if he was.

Sideways glance to Harper now as Murrel continued on, now seemingly picking him out of the two. Oh Kane knew of two weapons that could due that level of damage, and both belong to his mentors. Kane wasn't gunning for the man either as he had no reason to do so. "Pookie Bear." Aside to Harper now in a teasing tone, before flashing her a I'll get you right back look. A slow glance to Murrel. "Dude. Just because the girl....or guy is cute, doesn't mean you have to tap it." Yup. Kane went there.

Murrel let out a deep chuckle from his lower diaphragm, "When it comes to me, that's EXACTLY what it means." He lit up another cigarette, "Well, all this 'Pookie Bear' and 'Honey Badger' talk is makin' me ready to barf. If you two have need of a doctor of divinity to seal you both in holy matrimony any time in the near future, hit me up. I'm sure I could arrange a....reasonable discount for you."

Cigarette tucked between her lips now as she made quick work of lighting it and returning both tin and light to it's preferred spot. "Mhmmm." To Kane in accordance to his look given to her. What she would come up with, she was skeptical. She wrinkled her nose at Murrel for that one, cheeks hollowing as she took a deep inhale, nearly staring the not-so-priest priest down. "Talk like that and I'll shoot you....I'll probably miss...but I'm sure one bullet out of the clip will hit something on you."

Flash of that prize winning grin to that 'Mhmm' from Harper, as he would now ponder on what possibly counterattack would be used. Should that moment come up before slowly looking at Murrel now on the comment of Harper and him getting married. "And I would giver her the gun to shoot you with." Slow sweet smile. "Might even help her to shoot you better."

Murrel laughed at how visibly uncomfortable he had made the two, "Yes, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to get nice and close when you start teaching her how to shoot. Well, lovebirds, I leave you both to your touchy dancing and pet names. See you around." With that, he gathered his guitar and his marshmallows, "Would you like me to put out the fire" Before I hit the road?"

"Yes. Nice and close while trying to beat the other into a bloody pulp." Faint smirk for Murrel now as he was tempted now to just shoot the man himself and save Harper the trouble. Then again he didn't know how the woman would take that.

The laugh only made her narrow her gaze dangerously behind those wisping plumes of smoke from the tip of her cigarette, contrasting to the smirk Kane had brought to her features about the offering to give her the gun to shoot him with. All the more the boy was tempting her to do just that. Instead of using him to put out the fire, she waved her hand. "You start the fire, you put it out." Head tilted back to let out another plume of smoke. At this point, she wouldn't say much. She was still boiling a bit in the blood from the almost-battle. It was a bit too close for comfort for the priest to test her patience. It was a virtue she had, but not one that lasted.

Kane had a spare gun that he would let Harper use, well two spare ones really.

Hopefully lots of bullets, she'd miss a lot. Seriously, girl didn't know how to shoot for ****

Lots of bullets and he had been actually serious that he could teach her to shoot. If she asked.

Her sister had tried to teach her, but Harper had been young and for some ungodly reason her older sister was deemed an unacceptable target! The nerrrrrve!

Harper wouldn't shoot Kane......would she"

No. Her and her older sister were just asses to each other. Because angel healing.

That's good to know.

Murrel clapped his hands and gave a little whistle. Two hippies from the pool area answered his summons, "If you two could do me a favor and put this fire out for me, I would appreciate it. My friends here would like a nice, dim setting to consummate their love." With another laugh, he turned around and wandered off into the night, leaving the hippies to take care of the fire.

She narrowed her gaze at Murrel's words until they were nearly slits, lashes touching together. "Should've just dealt with it my damn self.." she muttered, watching him walk off into the night, tempted to throw something at him. Like a tree or some **** Who knows! Barbarian on the edge! She brought the cigarette back to her mouth for another puff, hardly giving a glance to the hippie folk putting out the fire. Mainly because she didn't want to see any naked granola hippie nether regions. She shuttered and kept her back to them. No thank you..

Now looking at Murrel to his comment. Just about to withdraw his other gun and offer it for Harper to use, before the male was out of sight. "He's getting shot the next time I see him." Muttering as he growled deeply, not at all hiding that the demon side of his blood was in fact the stronger side. Before choosing to be nice, as he moved to maybe block her sight of naked hippie booty.

Aw, what a gentlemanly demon boy! Snicker. She kept her narrowed gaze untrustingly in the direction of where Murrel had left for sometime, giving a curt nod. "I won't give you **** if you do.." she murmured, finishing off the cigarette and not needing to look in the direction of the fire to hit the money on getting the filter into the sizzling pile. Before turning away, "Elf?" She inquired, but by her tone it spoke that he didn't have to tell her if he didn't want to. She was mainly curious. Downsides to Lust, was her ambition. It was a sin at this point. His demonic growling didn't even seem to rustle her feathers. Heh. Feathers.

Hey! He had his moments of being a gentleman, but those moments were few and far in between as of late. The snicker got a narrowing of eyes! Glancing over his shoulder where the hippies and Murrel has ran off to. "Kinda figured you would want to shoot him too." Pause. "Could be a date." Perhaps trying to get her to laugh, as he looked back to her again. "One quarter elf." Actually shifting to let her get a better look at those ears as he no longer hid them. She was hiding that it ruffled her feathers.

"It'd be a waste of bullets coming from me. You'd be a better shot. I'd rather punt him." She gave a single, quick nod before turning to look at him just in time to let out a raspy laugh. "Aw, he'd be so happy to know that his bloodshed was what brought us together!" A dramatic batting of long lashes as she played along with the joke, shaking her head as those long tresses brushed across bare shoulders. Stiff shoulders. She was calming down from the battle rush finally, but it left her tense from the inaction. Hands clasped together as her arms raised over her head, leaning her torso from one side to the other then arching her back to stretch the muscles. Letting out a final grunt, her hands fell lazily to her side with a huff. "One quarter elf.." she echoed, raising that infamous brow at him. "Can't say I've met a demonic elf before. Fancy that." No judgment or snideness in her voice, just genuine curiosity. And you bet she took a look to the ears since the sight was offered. Okay, so they might've instinctively ruffled a little bit. Just a little...

"I could teach you, as long as you don't try to use me as the target." Smirking at her as he probably would of caused her to try and shoot at him if that happened. "That would be just magical." Letting out a mock dreamy sigh to that idea, even if it was a joke. Now looking around as it was just the two of them now. "So." Looking back to her. "Yeah. My mom was part elf and human. Dad's the full demon." Said a bit quickly as it was easy to tell it wasn't something that came up a lot in conversations. "Well now you have." Making playful kissy faces at her. Just a little" He'll have to try harder next time!

That brow arched and seemed everlasting at his offer to teach her how to shoot, then fell as she let out a faux pout at his compromise. No using him as a target' What kind of fun was that! "Well, there goes my fun," she teased, giving him a half-cocked smirk before snickering. "Not going to lie, it would be amusing to be able to tell my sister I can shoot next time I see her." She let out a light growl of her own though it wasn't intimidating. "Bitch.." Yeah, her sister had the daggers and guns down packed, but she wasn't skilled with a hammer dammit! Nor could she get out of Harper's grappling. She had that on her older sister. Attention drew back to Honey Badger at the mention of his father being full demon, regardless of the fact it was spoken quickly. She'd caught it. Curiosity sparked in her eyes for a brief moment, but she didn't ask more questions on it. No names, just like she wouldn't give the name of her mother. Father" Sure. Mother" No. She was too protective of her. Daddio could handle himself just fine. She snickered at his kissy faces and the temptation and leap up and lick his eyeball obnoxiously arose but she quelled the urge. Maybe another time. Sneak attacks....cue some shifty eyes.

"No offense, but I get shot at enough as it is. Plus I don't think you would like it if I was shooting back at you." He could totally be wrong about that and it could be fun. "I'd make it up to you." wink wink. Chuckling now as he shrugged lightly. "Its up to you on if you want to give it a try. When I'm not on the job. I tend to have a lot of free time." Following her growl with his own, but her growl was cute. He'd totally stand by that. "Don't have a sibling." Sharing that bit with her. As for the names of his parents? He'd share dad's but not the mom, but he had his reasons. Now eyeing her shifty eyeness, as he could totally pull off his own sneaky attack, but he would be a good little half demon!

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-15 21:11 EST
"Depends on if we were shooting at each other at the same time." Brows furrowed as eyes ticked skyward as if in thought. Could just be a very dangerous game to her. Who knows" Depends on the slugs, she'd guess. To his winks, her head turned to look up at him, raising a brow. "Oh yeah, how so?" Calling him out on it! Then she seemed to think for a moment, finally shrugging. "Screw it, I'm always up to learn something new. If you think you can handle it." The devilish grin on that angelic face was directed at him as she waggled her brows. Mainly because that girl was a damn handful. A light show of teeth like the barbaric woman she was when he growled at her. Maybe she just spent too much time in the Amazon...Probably. She liked their style. When it came to fighting, anyhow. Lips covered over those pearly whites again as she peered up at him. No siblings.....she couldn't imagine. "Honestly' I have no clue how many siblings I have." She let out a raspy laugh. "My father is the original man slut. So who knows how many kids he's got out there. Siblings I'm aware of that I consider siblings" 4 sisters, one brother. Had more but.." Eyes shifted over to him before averting, clearing her throat. "Shit happens."

"Probably would be doing that, because I don't like getting shot at without returning the favor." Shrugging lightly as at least it showed he wouldn't just roll over and take it. Could be a very dangerous game for them both. Followed with him blinking as he totally wasn't expecting to be called out! "That would all depend on you, Pookie Dearest." Smiling oh so devilishly at her, before nodding lightly to her being game to try and learn. "Alright. I'm sure I can handle it." He could be a handful at times as well. Should be very interesting training session. His brows then rose a touch to her mentioning how she lost her siblings, and if she allowed it. He'd offer the faintest hip bumps with her. "Yeah. I know all about **** happening. Part of the reason I am here." Among other things. "So." He kinda trailed off there.

Oh the devious grin that spread across her face at the mention of their little messed up shooting range game. Could be fun. Paintball eat your heart out! Real bullets! "Good training session in the least." She let out a rasp of a laugh, then a raised of a brow at his reaction to her calling him out. "You might not want to say that to me, Honey Badger." A devious waggle of brows to leave him wondering, considering the glint in her eyes was contrasting to her cheekiness. She was a secretive broad, making it difficult to let her thoughts be read from her features or actions. The hip bump wasn't dodged, and she looked down to where he'd made contact, scoffing a bit before she'd return the gesture. "So.." she lifted her arms to cross them over her chest only for fingers to graze the dried blood from her previous fight. She looked down at herself and rasped out another laugh. "I'm a **** mess." Though she seemed happy about that fact.

Would be one hell of a training session if they went the route of using real bullets to shoot at each other. That would take the T out of Paintball for sure. "Yeah it would. Might not last long depending on who was hit were." Shifting to tap his chin for a few moment then looked at her to her comment. "Is that so' Indulge me." Yup. There he was probably getting himself into a whole lot of trouble, but oddly he seemed fine with it. Was rare as of late for him to freely talk to anyone. As she was hiding her true intentions from him as he rocked a bit to the return hip bump. "A hot mess." Yup. He just popped out that compliment rather freely.

Heh, T out of paintball, nice one. "Don't worry, Snookums." Oh yeah, she just friggin' went there. "I've got the healing touch." A snicker through that sly grin of hers as she wiggled her fingers in his direction. "Oh no, if you're making it up to me, I'll be thinking of something good." A shake of her finger at him, slight bite to her bottom lip and that faint raise of brow as a corner of her mouth curled up in a grin. A slight roll of eyes before they averted for a moment, "Not so bad yourself, Badger." She snapped her teeth in the direction of his arm, though she still wasn't really looking up at him. She wasn't shy by any means, just not used to compliments on her looks. Especially not from men. Romantic interests were still off the table, but dammit, muscles or not she was still a woman who could be girlish when it came to unexpected compliments. Wasn't long before she was reaching into her back pocket for that tin of smokes. Hey, she was free of worry from cancer, why not take advantage, aye' "You smoke?" Changing the subject' Nah..

Totally stole that from somewhere else. Not gonna lie. "I rarely worry, Baby girl." Countering with his own before he chuckled to them continuing those damn pet names for the other. "And I have the magical fingers." Wiggling the left hand full of fingers at her. God they were bad. "Something good huh' Now I am curious, so don't keep me waiting too long." Batting his lashes at her as he snapped his teeth at that wiggling finger. Just enough for his teeth to graze the tip of it, if she didn't yank it back fast enough. "Thanks, Pookie." A light smile for that as it showed he had been complimented before, but put little stock into his own looks. Romantic interests were still off the table for him, but it was still nice to be complimented. "I don't, but feel free." Not that she needed his permission as he let that sheathed sword vanish as there was no need for it now. Followed with him crossing his arms over his chest.

That's okay, kudos for remembering it in the moment. Player tends to remember the good clever stuff after the facts. She couldn't help but laugh at that one. Baby girl" A slight wrinkle of her nose, but she didn't talk **** She'd called him snookums. She half wondered just how far or outlandish they were going to get with it. She never backed down, though. A laugh to his magical finger then a "hey." to him snapping at her finger which she curled in at the nick of time to dodge the graze but aimed to counter with an outward flick of finger to tap the tip of his nose if he didn't move away fast enough. A soft roll of eyes at that smile and shake of her head. He was a dangerous man in more than one sense, but not enough to get her feathers ruffled. Which seemed to work just fine for them both. A sly grin at the permission given that held a glimmer of mischief. Like she'd stop if he said it bothered him, she'd just step further away. Not an inconsiderate bitch, but mama liked her nicotine. The sword vanishing caught her attention and she stared at the space that it used to be for a moment with a curious arch of bold brow. Sorry, Badger but the hammer stayed out always. Even if she could control it's presence, which she couldn't. Non-ethereal weapon.

Got the idea to use it in the moment to a line given, and player played off another. So double sweet. Kane would totally file the Baby girl one away for a possible later use against sweet little Harper. And probably get something thrown at his head, but it'll be worth it. He was wondering what nickname they would throw out as well, as it was getting to the point that some of them were more suited for the whole romantic types. A waggle of brows to just missing that finger, with a total Next time its mine look given. With her able to poke his nose and get him to try and cross his eyes to look at the poked spot. Maybe he wasn't trying to ruffle her feathers just yet. Either way they seemed to have no trouble picking at the other. So that was good. As for her smoking" He just wasn't a fan of it, even if it didn't bother him that much. "It was created that way to be tied to me." Shrug of shoulders as he gave away a little of that sword's secret.

A dance of brows were returned as she'd nearly perfected the art of brow-play in a you can try sort of way. Another rough laugh left her at the sight of those eyes crossing, wondering if they'd stick that way. Wouldn't that be a sight. Cross-eyed half demon-elf boy! Oh what a pitiful sight. Her grin spread at the idea and she stifled a snicker. Her finger left his nose and came to her side to put a hand on her hip. It wasn't so much sassy as a comfortable stance for her. "Well, aren't you just a treat." A smirk at the fact that he'd let her in on a little secret. Her chin lifted to where her warhammer remained rested against the tree. "Banhammer was made by my sister for my hands only. Not bound. Just never leaves my sight." You'd have to rip the weapon from her cold, dead fingers. Good luck to anyone who tried. She'd fight to the death over that thing. Possibly her only prized possession. Sentimental value there.

She earned herself a slow grin as he would have leaned in much closer to her had they known the other better and fully trusted the other. So for now she would be safe with that bold dare, as it would be something she would learn. Not to dare him too much. And he would totally rope her into taking care of him until his eyes returned to normal. No question about it. Pookie would be taking care of Snookums! "Wouldn't you like to know." Smirking at her as he felt that she wouldn't run around telling everyone about it. He then looked towards Banhammer. "My dad and a mentor made Worldslayer." Sideways glance and smirk. "Very dangerous weapon." He then jerked his thumb to the one that was still on his back. "Hellfire." Ironic name huh' "Dad made it." He mused as it was easy to see that the latter meant more.

That would definitely take some time. Taking after her mother, her gut intuition that never failed her told her that Kane wasn't going to be trouble with her as long as she didn't bring trouble to him. Paranoia is what made her not trust him for a dime right now. Over time, that may change. For now, he'd gotten enough to not to try go after him with Banhammer the second he'd touched her. Lucky him! Ughhh. The worst part is that would totally work, too! That angelic blood and human-ish demeanor would be a sucker for it. So it wouldn't take much roping in, though she would be a grumpy butt about it. "Wouldn't you like me to know." Counter strike! They really were awful. The smirk was returned as she crinkled her nose playfully at him, leaning back some and surprisingly considerately to take a drag from her cigarette. Even turned her head away to blow the smoke in the opposite direction than him, downwind so it wouldn't come back at him. She was rough around the edges, but good folk beneath that hard muscle. Nice and squishy! But she'd never tell you that. She glanced sidelong at him during his explanation, eyes ticking to the weapons he pointed to or mentioned, Worldslayer she assumed was the sword that had disappeared. A snicker at the name Hellfire, and a nod. "Sister made the Banhammer. Dangerous weapon for both our kind." Like he'd intuitively picked out about her, she doubted he'd spill beans when it came to her warhammer.

Time would be something that Kane would be down for this time, as he wouldn't bring trouble to her, and he got the feeling that the same could be said in reverse. Though he just might stand with her should she ask it of him, even if he knew that she was able to fend for herself. Got that damn honor and justice thunked into his head. His past is what caused him not to trust easily anymore. If Banhammer came after him than Hellfire would be used against her. She really liked him is why! Probably not like like him. "You would like me to think that you would like to know." Countering her counter in hopes to confuse her. Yes they were awful. Her blowing the smoke away got a hint of a real smile as that was appreciated. He was actually a decent dude deep down. He then nodded to her explaining Banhammer being dangerous. "Worldslayer....Well it is what it says."

She was pretty anti-drama and anti-trouble. The only time she fought was in the arena or to those who brought the trouble to her doorstep. Other than that, she kept her nose clean. Or someone came after someone she deemed as a friend, which was very few or her family. If Kane needed assistance or seemed to, that estranged angel would fight at the demon's side. Helping was in her angelic blood, whether she liked it or not. Just depends on who she listened to that urge for. By which case, he didn't need to worry about Banhammer gunning for him. She rolled her eyes at his attempt to confuse him, not in a condescending way though. "Nice try, Sugar Britches." Now she was just being weird with it. But if he hung around Harper, her oddball nature was something he was going to have to get accustomed to. In her eyes, he was a good guy. But she'd met the true demons, the worst of the worst. Namely, Samael...Satan himself in the pit. He had been gunning for Lilith's children, the eldest mainly. The ones worth something. Harper's brutish nature had caught his attention more than once. Kane was a sweetheart in comparison. A soft rasp of laughter escaped her lips before another drag was taken. "Banhammer was named by my youngest sister."

He tried to be anti drama and anti troubel as well, but with his luck at times. It wanted to follow him around like a bad habit. As for him fighting" It was part of his job now, and at times it was a great way to blow off a lot of steam and stress. Then again he seemed to have that in spades lately. If someone targeted a friend or family' They were in the same boat there, as he would be there for Harper. Odd how fast that seemed to develop that kind of bond. Heh. They were bonding after all. How utterly cute! "Thank you very much, Angel Eyes." Sweetly at her as that was sure to get a glare out of her, as he was used to people having oddball natures around him. But it just might grown on him the longer they spent time around the other. He had come across his own demons, but not all of them were true demons. Some were just humans that could put some demons to shame. Harper" She was adorable and a sweetheart compared to some people he has meant and dealt with.

Sometimes drama and trouble were unavoidable, but she rarely kicked up any roots wherever she went. She met plenty of people, grew to like some but she rarely stuck around. She'd see how RhyDin went. But that tricky angelic Lilim had caught wind that her baby brother was in a place called RhyDin, a place she'd never been and it didn't matter who came out to check on him, she wouldn't be satisfied until she did so herself. A drop by was going to happen eventually, but she was in no rush. From what she'd heard, he wasn't going anywhere. So there was time to explore. She wouldn't leave until all corners had been taken in by her eyes, and who knows what then. It was odd how fast her and Honey Badger had grown a bond, even for her. But she trusted her gut, and her gut told him that he was okay. They had also seemed to bond over their irritation in the priest. How cute! The priest had brought them closer together by their dream of shooting him! At least it wasn't close in the marital sense like the bastard had suggested. The idea of marriage just made Harper shutter. Too much risk, too much trouble, too much drama. She won't even get a piece of ass out of her paranoia. But she was fine that way. She gave him one hell of a look to the Angel Eyes name, both brows raised. Both! Then a confused expression because her eyes were black...didn't sound very angelic to her. Then a huff! Because she didn't like confusion. Nostrils flared at him as he got one hell of a glare.

Kane's life had been filled with some sort of drama or trouble for a long while now, and oddly it finally seemed to be trailing off to the point that it might just disappear. He really wished it would, as he could use a break from it all. On the Lilim's habit of rarely sticking around" He just might miss the woman should she do that on him. He just might actually miss her, not that he would come out an say it to her. Harper might get a swelled head in knowing that she would actually be missed! Now he moved to hop up to sit on a decently sized stump, easily big enough to be sat on or stretched out on. Looks like Kane might be lowering his guard ever so slightly as he shook his head at how quickly that bonded. Even if it had been on the desire to shoot someone over the idea of them being married off so soon. Then again that was RhyDin in a nutshell. Gaze shifted to Harper to her being so confused now, getting him to smirk at her. "What?" Rather innocently at her as he really didn't know if he was the being tied down type. Probably not. "Angel Eyes." Sage like nod. "I like that one for you." He was asking for it.

Oh lawdy, her head would swell until it exploded. But really, she would get that lame expression on her face like Spongebob did when he found out Squidward actually liked Krabby Patties. And it would just look like she was challenged. But it wouldn't matter because she found out he missed her! That's basically how it would go down. There was a quirk of a smile there as she watched him lower his guard a bit, and she did the same. Not quite as careful as he had been as her rear just plopped down on the ground with a soft thud. She was already caked in blood, what was a little dirt' Toned legs stretched out in front of her as she heaved a sigh. She didn't need her legs to move quickly, she had wings. Not from where he could see, they were hidden from peering eyes, only able to be seen for a flashing moment before she was gone. Almost always heard. For now though, she was content as she stubbed out her nearly forgotten cigarette in the ground. Leaning back with her palms propped to the ground, outstretched legs came together to cross her ankles. She looked good and relaxed, at least so it would seem. That smirk of his received another glare, that innocent she called bullshit and it was written all over her expression as her brows raised at him. "You know what." When he repeated himself, she crinkled her nose. "My eyes are nearly black, that's not all that angel-like." She let out a raspy laugh, peering at him then considered flicking a rock at his head. Luckily, she wasn't the type to just hum things at people. He'd have to try harder than call her angel eyes.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-15 21:21 EST
That would just be his lucky that she would totally tease him about having to admit that he would miss her. Just to try and get him to say that he didn't. He flashed her a light smile as he watched as she plopped down on the grass, getting his to chuckle for a moment or two, as before he decided to bother her and the priest. He had been laying in the grass, and actually looked peaceful! Not that he would get picked on for it. Yeah he would, or at least Harper would find something to call him for it! Shifting to move to flop fully on the grass, with his hands behind his head. Giving her an actually glimpse into a more relaxed side of the half demon. Now looking up at the night sky as the moment of silence gave him some time to his own thoughts again. "True. They are black." Nope not looking at her as he continued on. "But you do have a little bit of devil in those Angel Eyes." He was totally asking for a rock or something to be thrown.

Oh yeah, she'd tease him. For everything mentioned! But at least in a friendly way instead of being a relentless dick about it. At the sight of him plopping down, she grinned. And a slight bit of relief there as she pulled her hands away from their job of keeping her up as her back thudded softly to the ground. A grunt left her at the impact, but it obviously didn't hurt. She was feeling lazy, probably because she hadn't slept well lately. As it stood, she'd gotten maybe 10 hours in the past week between travelling and unfamiliar places. It wasn't enough to do much damage to the angelic Lilim, but enough to make her muscles scream for rest. A sigh left her in a gust of air as she looked up at the night sky. Her limbs were sprawled like a star fish and she had the relaxed demeanor of someone who didn't give a damn. Probably because who was really going to mess with the two' Half angel and half demon star gazing. How quaint. Ha! At his accusation, he wasn't really wrong. She grinned instead. "Blame my mentors." She was trained by a Knight of Hell and the archdemon of Greed. Of course there was a bit of devil in those Angel Eyes. They all did. Her and her siblings, the lot of them. Even Kokabiel, the baby. Even if Harper didn't like that fact. Happens when you can call Hell home...."You don't seem to be complaining though, so there's that." A snicker as she cozied into the grass that tickled her back.

He would threaten to shoot her each time she teased him about it too, or try to find something to tease her right back with. He wouldn't be a jerk about it either, just for payback. Upon hearing her grunt out, it told him that they both seemed to finally relax around the other. As for lack of sleep" He hadn't slept in probably a bit longer than she did, though his seemed to be an inability to just take the time to do so. He had been venting a lot lately, and every time he seemed to catch a break something seemed to always come up. So he was totally jumping over the current moment, as he just had that gut feeling that Harper would let him know if someone got stupid. And it was ironic that the half demon and half angel were laying about in the glen. Very quaint. Least they weren't side by side. Soft chuckle to her blaming her mentors, before sparing a glance in her direction. "Actually. It was a compliment." Back to looking up at the stars again as he waited for that bull sounding huff from her. Damn him for throwing compliments at her!

And she would just threaten to shoot him back, you know....when he taught her to shoot. Else she'd just spray the ground and tell him to do a jig. Depends on her mood. She was relatively relaxed, and not just hiding it. Harper would definitely let him know if something was going to be stupid, or he'd be able to tell because she'd be off her back and have Banhammer in hand in a blink of an eye. She didn't mess around when it came to stupid people or entities. She'd rather be called paranoid that jumps the gun than dead. It was a good thing they weren't side by side, she'd probably get awkward. Those devilish angel eyes were staring up at the night sky through a narrowed gaze as his came toward her, then threw that damn compliment at her. Sure enough, as expected...that bull huff escaped her nose as nostrils flared. She narrowed her gaze more at the sky but not at him. So she wouldn't throw a rock at him....but a small twig that wouldn't do a damn thing was humming his way, aiming for his torso with a flick of fingers and a wrist. "Shut up.." though it didn't sound all that convincing since an unwilling raspy laugh came out in the midst of it.

That just sounds like something they would concider as a date. Who could shoot who were at ten paces. As for him teaching her how to shoot' He was totally down for it, though it would be interesting to see how she reacts. He wasn't hiding that he was just as relaxed, but even with his lack of sleep. His skills and mind were still sharp as they could be, even if he seemed to be totally out of it by that slow breathing of his. Eyes were shut as well. He didn't think she was that paranoid, as he'd thank her if she got an idiot before they were got. Upon hearing that bull huf from her, it got a sly grin to cross his lips as he was starting to enjoy this little game between them. "Come over here and shut me up..without magic or violance." Oh he was totally cheating now even as that small twig bounced off his chest. "Easy now, Dearest Pookie Moonbeam Angel Eyes." Seriously asking for it now.

Sadly enough for those two warriors, it probably could be considered a date. Interesting to see how she reacts" What was he going to do, put the gun in her hands and tell her to shoot it' Ha! She snickered, peering over sidelong after she'd thrown the stick, and watched it bounce off his chest. His words confused her a bit. How do you shut someone up without magic or violence"! Though there was another way. And a sly smile spread across her face as she retorted to him. "You tryin' to get me to kiss you or some **** Honey Badger?" The tone and expression her face said she was totally joking, just teasing him if it wasn't her raspy laughter indicating so. He had asked for it! She didn't really know how to shut him up with violence and magic thrown to the wind! Not without her mind going dirty. Blame the fact her father was Lust' It was a family curse. Even for her practically A-sexual sister. She let out a "fierce" growl, which wasn't intimidating at that long ass pet name. Hard to sound menacing with a growl when you didn't have demon vocal cords at your back! But dammit, she tried!

Or that is what they would tell everyone that they done for a sate to keep people from teasing them. They were crafty and sneaky like that. As for how she reacts" Would depend if she'd shoot him for helping her to have a proper posture and all that jazz when it came to shooting a gun. As for causing her to be confused on getting her to shut him up without what she was used too' That was totally a win in his book. "You would enjoy getting a kiss from me, Pookie Bear." Taunting towards her as it seemed they both decided on their cute pet names for the other. As his tone hinted that he might be joking or he might be serious in that taunt. "You totally have the cutest little growl." More taunting at her as he let out a growl just for her, as he tapped more into that demon side. A possible hint to the side he seemed to relate to more given his mixed blood. "But I don't see that happening." Meaning the kiss.

They were sneaky and crafty like that! Oh....you guys went on a date" what?d you do".....We tried to shoot each other... And they'd pull off the sweetest, most innocent smiles just to mess with everyone. Then skip away all happy and **** Because the mental image of Kane skipping was just too much to pass up. Harper was even worse with her big ass warhammer. She rolled her eyes at his assumption. "Oh, please. I think you're reflecting, Badger." Her eyes squeezed shut and she turned her head towards him, making a kissy face at him before letting out another one of her raspy laughs. Shaking her head before her gaze shifted to the sky again. She let out a grunt at him calling her growl cute, and was tempted to let out the most obnoxious zombie groan in all of existence just to be a bitch. But she didn't. Maybe if he kept calling her cute. She would prove him so wrong. Her feathers didn't intuitively ruffle at that sound of that growl....nope! Just like her back didn't instinctively itch as she felt wings that were unseen by other's peering eyes shift under her. Not at all! "Oh?" She didn't seem offended, however he meant that, more curious. A trademark bold brow lifted as she shifted her gaze side long at him, as if expecting him to explain.

That they were sneaking to mislead everyone, just to have certain moments to themselves. Not that it would every come to that between them. And Kane totally wasn't the skipping type, but Harper would look adroable skipping around in a tutu. As for Kane having anything big" There was his demon form that he busted out when he really got angry. There was that. "You aren't denying it, Pookie Bear." Pointing that out to her as she really hadn't denied that she wanted to kiss him. Oddly he didn't seem against it, but didn't seem for it either.

If she was skipping with the tutu, the damn demon would skip with her! Because that's just not fair. If the tutu was added, demon was gonna skip. If she ever saw him go demon-mode, she'd start calling him the Hulk. Just saying. Possibly try to paint him green. That is not a joke...She would do it. Or try. "When people make denial claims, it just tends to found defensive." She also had what some would call an obnoxious way of dodging questions, due to her secretive nature. Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You won't know! Ohhhhh butt shots are just plain mean! She had a fantastic rear and he wanted to put bullet wounds all up in those cheeks. Rude! She'd probably punch him in the tailbone and try to break it for that. Such a violent duo! When he rolled onto his side to look at her, she still didn't budge. She was comfy where she was, add the fact that she'd made a nice warm spot on the ground that she didn't want to budge from. A brow raised as he explained, and she looked back to the sky as if considering it. A soft sigh left her as one shoulder lifted. "Honestly, **** happens. I'm just..." Brows furrowed as she sought out the right words. "Fooling around tends to get messier than just the sheets if you know what I mean." There was always someone who wanted more than the other, and she didn't trust that risk. Mrs. Anti-Drama over there.

He would totally take picture of her in a tutu while she skipped around, and totally threaten to share them with everyone that they knew. Not that he would actually do that, but would totally threaten her. As for him skipping" Maybe. Her painting him green" Not likely as he'd grab her up and turn her into a SheHulk. Upon her comments about him making denial claims" There might have been a touch of truth to her words. Maybe he was denying things, maybe he wasn't as she really didn't come out and ask him about it. Maybe in time that would come out. "Yeah well." Nope he dodged it with ease as he might have been in the same boat as she was on the subject. As for shooting her in that nice little booty' There were darts he could use against her! Then again. He might used bullets, as it would depend on how badly she was a pain in his. Watching her as he waited for her reaction to his words, before flopping back to look at the sky. He was content where he was at, and to lazy to move. Not that either of them would want to move closer to the other. "Well. Seems to have happened to me a lot in my life, from one thing to another." Sighing softly before chuckling faintly. "That it does, but you never know unless you go for it." Shrugging faintly as he would agree with that line of thinking.

__________________________ From live play with Kane Darkwing and Murrel OOC Note — Harper ended up starting to doze off in the Glen, Kane being such a gentleman carried her back to the Red Dragon Inn so she could sleep in his room.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-16 21:46 EST
Half Bred Tomes July ?", 2016 The Next Day

Adorning a skirt that didn't leave much to the imagination, short but coming up mid-way on her abdomen. A top that was close to a bra with metallic studs along the cups, wearing a short leather jacket decked in studs and topped it all off with ankle high short-heeled boots. She looked out of place in the coffee shop, but it was one place she could get a good cup of coffee without having to worry about her own toxic recipe of disaster sludge. "Coffee, black. One shot of espresso," to the girl behind the counter. She leaned one hip against the counter while she waited, black-painted nails tapped against the surface but she seemed relatively patient otherwise.

Dressed in a similar-ish attire as normal, but this time mostly a different change of colors all around, would be Kane stepping into the Tomes. Not have the desire to deal with the Inn today, or at least at this hour. Perhaps later he would swing that way, only to come to a stop as he pushed the door open and spotted Harper. No wait...Pookie Bear. That's better, and tilted his head for a moment. Hey. He's still a guy and he's allowed to look but not touch. Shaking his head after a moment, before shutting the door and heading for the counter. While letting a whistle pass his lips. "Herbal tea." Called over to the girl working behind the counter today, as he came to a lean on the counter just out of arms reach of Harper. And of course. Kane is armed as usual.

The moment the door pushed open, the half-demonic energy that she'd cataloged and memorized after their last encounter hit her and there was a small twitch of a smirk that splashed across her features. She missed the look-over from Honey Badger by maybe a few seconds as she finally turned her head in his direction with that arched brow of hers. It edged up a bit higher as her grin spread at his order. Their relationship so far seemed to be based off teasing one another so she couldn't help it. "Ello govna." Lifting a hand from the counter and wiggling her pinky at him with that half-cocked smirk of hers.

Knowing it would be only a matter of moments before Pookie Bear would of noticed that he was there, and oh so close to her. "Ello, precious." Continuing there little flirting and teasing game, as he wiggled his fingers at her while batting his lashes at her. "How you doin'?" Waggle of brows and blown kiss for her as he tried not to chuckle at their antics.

The girl behind the counter slid Harper's caffeine overdose to her just as the Lilim was pulling money out of the inside of her leather jacket pocket, handing it over to her, with some extra. "Sir Reginald's tea's on me." A slight narrow of her gaze at Kane as she brought her coffee to her lips, reaching for her Banhammer to carry it with her. "Better now that I've had sleep....And non-toxic coffee." A lift of her cup as she moved as if to pass him and tried to hip check him lightly with a raspy laugh. Right before her snap of teeth toward his shoulder. He had a few inches on her, but she was no bean sprout. "What about you, Cupcake" Did you sleep alright while you were dreaming about me?" A flutter of eyelashes as she was just full of sass today. But when wasn't she"

Glancing back to the girl as she arrived with the two different drinks, and was just about to pay for his own. That is until Pookie paid for it and matched her look by narrowing his eyes a touch further, and maybe a snap of teeth at her. Just for good measure. "Thanks, Moonbeam." Smirking at her as he hip nudged her back as he picked up his tea, and moved to follow her to a table. Followed with a growl to her snapping her teeth at him. "I will bite you." Possible threat or a promise, as he took a sip of the tea. "Hard to sleep while hearing you snore like a bear." Brows rising rather innocently as he watched her behind the rim of his cup. "Were you dreaming about me while you slept, Buttercup?" Oh so innocently at her.

Sorry, Kane! His glare didn't budge her, she only returned it. A curl of snarling lip to the hippie name given yesterday. "I'll show you Moonbeam.." she mumbled behind the rim of her cup of coffee. "Blind you with my pale white ass." How pale she was only contrasted with her all black outfit and dark hair. She smirked at the returned hip nudge, coffee in one hand, Banhammer in the other as she carried both over to a window seat. She liked keeping an eye on the streets. Her back toward the wall, facing the wall with the window close but not too close in reach, she found a seat and eased into it, letting Banhammer rest on the floor and lean against the table beside the one in front of her. "I'll just bite you back.....And....Yeah I do snore like a bear." A rasp of a laugh, she knew she was a snorer when she crashed hard. And last night she had. "Sorry about that." She glanced over the rim of her cup at him before quirking a brow at him. "You and Sunshine." A dance of brows, leaving it to his imagination as she gave him a cheeky smirk, refusing to explain. In reality, she might've dreamed about beating Murrel with the Banhammer while Kane pumped him with lead.

Totally wasn't trying to budge her! Well maybe he was, as he blow another kiss at her for the return glare. Seemed to be there thing on trying to one up the other. That snarl got a grin from him, then a smirk to her threat. "Save that for the bedroom." Sing songly at her and he kinda could carry a tune. Barely. "Plus I'd be tempted to smack it." Hard to tell if he was teasing her again or making a promise. Not that he liked her ass in those tight black outfit, well maybe he did. Kinda, but he wouldn't be telling her that. He'd wait for her to sit down, before moving to do so himself. Though he looked to be missing at least one of his various weapons. He was still armed to the teeth. "Then I will have to keep biting you back, and you drool too." Informing her as he set his cup down and settled into that chair. "Why were you dreaming of Sunshine?" Sticking his tongue out at her, as he guessed she wanted to smack him around. But Kane had been a perfect teasing her gentleman. "As for you dreaming of me?" Pause. "I can make those dreams come true." Sip!

They had one hell of a round about when it came to flirting, and she enjoyed the banter. Flirty banter was one of her favorite hobbies, as long as it didn't go anywhere. But most just tried to go for it if she made one damn flirty comment. Kane kept up and she had fun with that. She wrinkled her nose at his threat or promise, then dramatically sighed at him. "Don't tease." He was going to think the worst of her, she was sure of it. Her attire already had people assuming she was a whore....or him, giving him the most serious and innocent expression she could muster. "You'll make you plowing Sunshine from behind come true?" Blink blink, sip! Just never mind the smirk she was hiding behind that cup.

It was quickly becoming a thing between the pair, as he also enjoyed the banter without having to worry about either one of them wanting more. It also gave him someone to just hangout with when both were around, another bonus for him. "Lean in closer and it won't be a tease." wink wink and waggle of brows, he even tossed in a long slow lick of lips at her. As for her attire" He's seen worse in RhyDin, and it wasn't always the clothing that labeled someone as a whore. Or a stripper. If she teased him about liking her ass, he'd counter and tease her about dreaming about him. In naughty ways just to up the ante. "Not going to worry about it. I have another place I can crash." Pause for a sip. "Wasn't going to leave you laying out in the middle of the glen." Shrug of shoulders then tilted his head to her comment. "Well. I know a few guys that might want to plow Sunshine." Sip. Never said he would do the deed. "I prefer pale half angels." Sip!

"I would but she makes good coffee. I don't want her getting caught in the blinding collateral." She lifted her chin to the shop keep and smirked at him. "Maybe later, Honey Bunches." A snicker as she took another sip of that caffeine littered drink before letting it rest between cupped hands on the table. She caught that lick of lips and it made her laugh and shake her head. She'd save her most vulgar come backs for when they knew each other better. Even though she'd already crashed in his bed, she wouldn't let on to that dirty mind wholly yet. She'd seen plenty of those girls that dressed even sluttier than she did, and it made her feel better about sticking out like a sore thumb. Though she had a feeling that a broken wrist would be a good enough warning to those that tried to touch. Even strippers got that perk of rule, man! Look but don't touch! Though a compliment to her ass would be more along the lines of well, at least the squats paid off for something other than burning muscles. "Maybe I'll sneak in and drool all over that pillow too." She grinned at him, devious twinkles in those dark eyes at him. For an angel, she was full of mischief. Though that sounded like a lot of work, even for her. "You could've....I'm relatively surprised you didn't. Thanks for that, actually." She was grateful for that. She'd already run into Oni, who knows what she would've woken to. She barked a laugh at his retort about Sunshine, "Wouldn't that be somethin'. Poor little Sunny." A shake of her head before she raised that infamous brow at him. "I could probably introduce you to a few." A smirk there as she lifted her cup to her lips again. She kept what she really wanted to say on lock-down....for now.

"I can make decent coffee." Mock huffing at her with a no heated glare at the shop keep, then looked back to Harper as he took another sip of his tea. "Its a date then, Pookie Bear." Prize winning grin and all for her, as well as a few batted eyelashes at her. He had expected some for of counter to his lick of lips at her, as it could of been taking a number of ways. Not that he really cared how she took it, even if she had already crashed in his bed. While all snuggled up to his pillow, maybe should tell her about the pictures he took. Then again she would threaten him about them, which would lead to a fight between them. Shaking his head slightly as he knew a few of those slutty type people that were in town, not that he had much to do with him. Just that he paid more attention that he was given credit for, another sip of his tea as he motioned the keep to bring over a few treats. With him paying for them and a refill for both Pookie and himself. Chuckling to her new threat. "And what if you find me in the bed" Would you curl up and drool on me?" Smirking at her with a wink once the keep went back to the counter, followed with him plucking up one of those treats. Munching on it slowly. "True. I could of, but with those hippies in the area. No." Shrug of shoulders. "Welcome." An honest smile from him for once, something he really needed to have a reason to do more of. "He'd probably enjoy it. He seems to swing that way." Not that he knew that for sure, or had anything against it. "I'll pass on that. I already have or had two looking at me." Shake of his head as he eyed her for a moment. "What?" Seems he might have picked up on her hiding something.

She pursed her lips at him. "I'm sure you do, Honey Badger." She reached out slowly, aiming to pat his arm reassuringly before she'd pull her arm back with a smirk. A crinkled nose, then snicker. "Long as you don't buy me lobster." A waggle of her finger at him. Because expectations with lobster were ridiculous. And she hated lobster. Too much work for not enough meat. It was ridiculous! Absolutely worthless crustacean! If he told her about the pictures, honestly she'd probably just accuse him of creeping and trying to save them for the spank bank. And maybe try to tackle him for his phone. Which could possibly lead to a fight, depending on how he took her trying to tackle him. A raise of a brow for the treats and refills he paid for, and didn't seem to complain. She'd probably return the favor next time, or buy him beer. He liked beer, right' She hoped so because she was a beer drinker. She picked up one of the treats with delicate but strong fingers, taking a bite from it. Not bad. Chewing, she smirked at him then gave a waggle of brows to him. "Oh you know it. Climb into your window, late at night....crawl onto the bed, hanging over you..." Her voice sounded sultry at that point, then her grin spread deviously. "Then just let a big ol' glob of drool splat on your forehead." Brows lifted a few times in quick succession as she took a teeth-snapping bite, a soft chuckle rolling through her chest. Swallowed that treat then leaned back against her chair, letting a hearty laugh about Sunshine. "Please, you know he's already taken a few. Look at 'im." A tilt of her head as she gave him a you know it's true expression. A quirk of a brow to him having a couple looking at him, past or present. Then he was eyeing her and inquiring, which she just shook her head and reached for her fresh cup. "Nothin'." Never mind the smirk! Nothing was going through that pretty head of hers!

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-16 22:01 EST
He crossed his eyes at her in return. "You'll have to find out, Pookie Bear." His eyes trailed down to look down to her hand patting his arm, and was tempted to try and catch her hand to bite it. Lightly of course. "Please. not a fan of lobster." Wrinkling his nose at her for a few moments, as he tended to be a hamburger type of guy. That or a steak type of guy. As for her possible reaction to the pictures" If he denied that he was saving them. She say he was lying to her. The whole tackling him could lead to them rolling around on the floor, until one of them ended up pinned to the floor with the other in the dominate position. That could lead to its own problems, hard to tell if it would be good or bed for that to happen. Flash of a smile to him being the one to pay for the refills and all, and guessed that she would want to repay him at a later date. He was a beer drinker and really didn't have a certain taste on which beer he preferred to drink. Booze was booze to him. Laughing to he tease about her sneaking into his room. "You do that, then I'll wake up and roll over. Slobbering all over you." Waggle of brows while blowing her a few kiss at her while trying not to crack a grin. They were plain bad, and were getting worse the longer they hung out together. Plain shameless they were. "Rather not picture that." To her talking about Sunshine getting a pounding. That wasn't an image that he wanted, and now needed beer to wipe it away. He then narrowed his eyes at her when she denied that nothing was going through her mind, as he suddenly sighed and set his cup down. Not yet touching his new one. "Guess that means that I need to pin you to the wall, and loosen that tongue of yours until you are willing to talk." Hands moving to make it look like he was going to follow up on that threat! Run Harper run!

"Maybe I will, the people of the Red Dragon found out about my sludge of coffee. I'm good for a few things, coffee ain't one of them." A raspy chuckle at that. And if he tried to bite her hand, she'd do something weird like shove her finger up his nose. "Good, it's a stupid crustacean." A confirming nod to that comment as she was a red-meat eater. She ate like a man. To hell with salads. Give her meat riddled with protein and make it half bloody! She might've hung around Barbarians too long. Her tackling him from the sounds of it could be good, bad or awkward. Probably due to a crude comment that would likely come from the woman. The flash of a smile was retaliated by a poke of her pink tongue in his direction before her cup came to take it away and lace it with fresh coffee. They seemed to have similar views on things. Food and beer namely. As long as it was bubbly, cold and beer, she'd drink it. She tended to stay away from the hard stuff though because it further lowered her inhibitions and she didn't like the possibility of someone attacking her while she was stumbling drunk. Limiting herself on hard liquor wasn't something she was good at. So she stayed away from it in general. You can thank Gluttony for that one. She wrinkled her nose at him for talking about slobbering all over her. "You dog." She barked out a raspy cackle, shaking her head. Today, those tresses were straight instead of wavy, the blue ends brushing across her jacket as she laughed at the idea of it. "Keep it up and I'll have to get you a muzzle." A snap of her teeth in his direction, a devious smirk when he mentioned he didn't want to picture Sunshine getting a pounding. A waggle of brows before they skyrocketed to his threat. Oh yeah, her coffee mug met the table too, arms coming to cross over her chest. Her expression was daring as she tilted her head. "I wouldn't go there if I were you, Sugar Kane." Ohhh, she liked that one. A light snarl from those painted lips of hers in his direction. She doesn't back down, Kane! What are you tryin' to do!

That earned a slight scoff from him. "Please. Half of the people in this town aren't bright enough to tie their own shoes without someone holding their hands to know when someone is good at something." Faint smirk as he watched her from behind the rim of his cup, as he was the same on the types of food. Give him plenty of meat, not that it ever really stuck to his bones. Seeing how fit he was under those clothing he decide to wear all the time. Not that Harper cared about that or wanted to know that. Moving on! "Don't make me come over there and use my tongue on you." To her sticking her own tongue out at him, as he'd leave it to her to decide on how to take his threat. As for the tackling" Probably would end up a game between them to see who could tackle and pin the other down, even if it lead to awkward moments. Not that either would probably really care, then again. Might make things too awkward, but that was unlikely. Sipping at his tea again, as he rarely touched the harder drinks. He preferred to keep his mind and skills unfazed just in case some idiot wanted to try their luck. "Woof woof? Deadpanned to her calling him a dog and threatening to slap a muzzle on him. He'd bite or shoot her if she tried to do that. For real. With him growling and snapping his teeth back at her, while baring them afterwards. Not that it wild phase her at all, or ruffle her feathers. As for Sunshine getting a pounding" Not in the way that they had been talking about. Now getting his ass kicked" That Kane would watch. "Dare accepted." Now pushing himself to his feet and started towards her. Not that it was that far for him to do so, but she opened her mouth and dared him. He had to call her bluff! What will Buttercup Pookie Bear do"

And that earned him a full on laugh. "Fair friggin' point." She'd taken notice in her short stay already that people didn't pay as much attention as they should. Kane did, and it'd earned her respect for him. Hey, Harper could appreciate without wanting to touch. Just as he'd seemed to have done when he saw her attire today, even if she'd missed that one. "I'll bite it." Short and simple, with a crinkle of her nose and shake of head at him. Just never mind the dirty thoughts running through her head. She'd bring those to the grave! Dead and buried, man. The tackle situation' She was great with a hammer, but her specialty was wrestling and grappling. So it would be an interesting turn out. A light laugh to his barking retort to her calling him a dog, and the image of all that was easy to come to her mind. He just looked so adorable in that image! Like a doberman. Or maybe a husky with that white fluff of hair. She would pay money to watch Sunshine get his ass kicked, though she'd like to do it herself. Brows lifted higher as he made that two word challenge and was rising to his feet, she took the opportunity to do the same. Only a few inches shorter than him, her hands came to cup her hips in a lax manner even though her muscles were rigid with alertness and ready to strike at any moment. And that poor little shop keep girl was staring at them with doe-eyes, looking skittish as a rabbit.

Just a light shrug and half smile to her laughing, something that he might be enjoying when she did. "Course you got those with enough ego to make up for the stupid ones." Course he wouldn't be the type to point fingers or name names, because that would lower him to their level. He was raised to be better than that. Harper was gaining more respect from him in turn, which was a rare thing nowadays, plus he liked the idea of making a new friend. Even if that friend was a bit rough around the edges. No one was perfect. "No you wouldn't. You'd enjoy it." Mock smug look at her, as he wasn't at all serious. Even if there had been dirty thoughts running through his mind, nothing that he would share or admit to. As for the wrestling deal" He was trained in hand to hand, so it would be very interesting to see what would happen. Might have to make up some sort of deal on what happens depending on who wins and loses, just to make it more interesting. He'd totally make her wear a tutu if she lost to him. Doberman would be closer to what Kane would be as a dog, with Harper being a poodle. Yeah. A poodle, or something else that was small and would be a biter. He'd pay to watch Sunshine get his ass kicked. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy! As for Harper doing the deed" Kane would totally be there cheering her on. Which would probably cause some wisecracks to be made earning someone else an ass kicking. Now closing in on her as his movements hinted that he wasn't out to hurt her, as he shifted to try and coax her into backing up. Not that it would happen, but his hands moved to reach for her shoulders. Dangerous game that was about to go down. With all the possible touching and all.

She crinkled her nose to that one. "Not wrong there either..." She didn't mind confidence, she had plenty. But narcissism wasn't attractive on anyone. She was well aware she wasn't invincible, but she believed she was hard to take down. Mainly because of her blood over her skill. Angels weren't easy to kill without the proper tools. But not impossible, as she was also part human too. She would shake anyone's hand and give them props if they kicked her ass, as long as it wasn't done with cheap shots. She was an honorable fighter. She took pride in a fight. Cheap tricks were simple that. Cheap. But friends" Friends were good. She didn't really have any actual friends. Allies" Sure. But she felt like they were along the lines of temporary allies, she didn't trust them to stick around. Some she even expected to stab her in the back. So she'd see what Kane turned out to be on that spectrum. Though a back-stabber wasn't looking to be it at all. He seemed to have the warrior mentality like she did. Harper was not a poodle! She had much better hair...And she wasn't classy enough. She was totally a German Sheppard. And she would insist that if Kane were to cheer her on, she'd demand him to be in a pleated skirt and have pom poms. Just like she'd still rock that tutu! Possibly kick Sunshine's ass in that tutu with Kane cheering her on with pom poms" That was a cute image. But as for the present, while he was closing in on her and seemed to be more playful than aggressive, which was a good thing. She wasn't aiming to fight the guy seriously. That would just put a damper on their evening! She was calculating her next movements and frankly, she was curious to see if he was actually going to do it. How much balls did this guy have" Was she testing him' Maybe. She didn't back up and kept her arms crossed over her chest, keeping direct eye contact as that pretty head tilted and she gave him that challenging smirk and raise of brows like what you got, big guy"

Another light shrug to her words as it seemed they were finding a lot of things that they agreed on, not that it was that hard. All one had to do was pay attention to what was going on around them, rather than just blindly follow along with the other sheep. Seemed to be a lot of that going on. Kane knew that he could be beaten in a fight, as his mentors were still the better warriors than he was. Didn't mean that anyone could take him down, least not without a fight. If someone managed to do so with honor" He would admit it, but if they had to cheat to do it' He'd call them out on it. As for friends" He really didn't have that many on who he would call legit friends, though so far. Harper seemed to be going down that path, which actually got him to like being around the woman. Even if she was such a shameless little thing, but not to the point that it could be held against her. She really hadn't shown that she was the backstabbing type either. Earning her even more points with him. She was totally a poodle or a Jack Russel. All cute and adorable when she tried to look all big and tough! Kane in a kilt' Only if he was wearing nothing else but that kilt, which of course he would totally rock the kilt. With her rocking the tutu, as he just might shake those pom poms while she beat up Sunshine. It would totally be worth it to see Mr Ego dropped a few levels, as the dude seemed to really need it. He wasn't looking for a fight as he drew closer, actually expecting her to stop him from touching her. Yet his hands landed upon her shoulders without her lashing out, so he continued forwards. Aiming to push her backwards, while his eyes locked up on her own. Seems like he had a set of steel balls to dare try this. Maybe he was testing her in return. It was up in the air if he would be able to push her backwards. If not' He might dart in and steal a kiss from her, or get a hard punch to the jaw.

She was not a poodle, dammit! She wasn't that fluffy or frizzy. Her coat was sleek, thank you! She didn't need to look big and tough. She liked the contrast of what she looked like and what she carried for a weapon. Contrast was her favorite thing. Or one of them. Though Kane in a kilt' That whole scene totally needed to happen now. Just because it was too much of a funny image to pass up. With Harper kickin' some ass in a tutu. Yup, it had to happen! They would both agree that Sir Egoton needed to be dropped a few pegs, though. Desperately. Even though they could tell the other wasn't being aggressive, the shop keep was nearly losing her **** was on the verge of panicking. They might kicked out soon. Maybe. When his hands met her shoulders, she was able to be pushed. She weighed a whopping 120 lbs, just what she looked like she did. She wasn't unmovable though there was some resistance before she let out a grunt and took a few unwilling steps back. Where he was pushing her, those dark orbs narrowed at him as she let out a light snarl. She wasn't going into attack mode, but the warning was more at the fact she was being pushed. Arms remained across her chest as she seemed to be testing the trust between the two. She had a feeling he was expecting to be hit, so she didn't hit him. Unpredictability was on her side most of the time. And she preferred to go the unexpected route. So she let him push her, mainly out of her instincts telling her he wasn't aiming to hurt her and her curious downfall. The **** are you up to, Fluffy"

She was totally a cute and fluffy poodle! Plus she was about as pale white as a poodle's hair was white. See! A totally match. True that she didn't need to be all big and tough, seeing that she used a hammer that was big as she is tall. Not that Kane had room to talk on weapons, as one of his was as long as he was tall. But that wasn't the subject! Harper in a tutu and Kane in a kilt. That would be picture worth to make money off of, with the tutu wearing Pookie beating up Mr Egoton as an added bonus. As for the poor workers freaking out that there might be a fight, and have to throw them out' Yeah. Kane wasn't paying them to much attention at the moment, as he was having a bit too much fun in trying to torment dearest Moonbeam now. With him growling back to that little snarl of her's as he started to push her backwards. Noting that she hadn't yet tried to fully stop him, but wasn't making it easy for him either. That wouldn't of been all that fun if she just gave up and let him push her around. Not that he expected her to be that weak, as he knew better. So he continued to see how far she would let him push her back. Either till the wall hit her back, or until she tried to stop him. Still waiting for that punch from her, but got the feeling she knew it. So he'd suddenly stop that push, and waited a half second. Giving her just enough time to think he was done, before he leaned in. Answering that curious look with of all things. A kiss.

Okay, she'd let the pale part pass, but if he called her a poodle she'd probably hum a chair at him. Though she'd been asked quite a few times about overcompensating something with her big ass weapon. Definitely my personality. Every time as a retort. Shameless she was! And could agree she could touch up on her social skills and perhaps have less of a loose tongue when it came to crudeness or vulgarities at times. She was pretty sure her filter was busted. That tutu and kilt picture would make a killing. Possibly sell some calendars or posters. Profit! She had kept an eye on the shop keep up until her back met the wall. Though when there had been a few inches between her shoulder blades and that wall, she had put up more resistance, planting her feet against the wall and leaning forward into his hands to try to push back. But 120 lbs still wasn't much, and it was an awkward angle to push considering her arms hadn't moved from her chest. Maybe because her muscles were screaming to smack him or knock his arms away and try to pin him. She was fighting that urge for the sake of curiosity. So it was inevitable when her back met the wall and she let out that bull huff at him, brows furrowing as she looked up at him. There was that pause, but gut intuition was screaming that he wasn't done. Maybe she expected the worst' When he leaned in, she was expecting him to get weird and lick her face or even headbutt her. A kiss was nowhere on that expected list. When lips met, those dark eyes snapped open wide like she'd gotten shot and she stilled like a statue. Lips were tight and thin, probably not on his list of a good kiss as her brain tried to wrap itself around what the **** was happening. When it did, he got one hell of a glare as she decided what to do next. A hit was too expected, at least right now. The glare lasted maybe 4 seconds before her eyes closed, a devious plan coming across her mind as she seemed to tilt into him. Whaddaya know" The girl who hadn't gotten any in over 500 years could kiss. And if he let her, her arms pulled away from her chest as wiggling fingers were itching to slip into that fluffy hair of his. And it took everything she had not to smirk, but she managed.

He wouldn't call her a poodle unless she called him some manner or type of dog in general, so she was safe from getting called that. Well unless he wanted to try and ruffle her feathers again, just to see what her reaction would be to it. As far as Kane knew. He never tried to overcompensate for anything in his life, then again he did have his father's wise cracking attitude most of the time. That could be him trying to cover up for things, given how he grew up and all. But he wouldn't be that childish to blame others for how he turned out. He was still expecting Harper to lash out at him, given she had this no touching rule about herself. Yet he was totally touching her now, well just her shoulders. It still counted as touching! He wasn't using his full strength or size against her, just barely enough to combat her attempts to push back against his hands. Poor keepers of the Tomes, totally freaking out at what they were seeing. Kane felt sorry for them, well not really. Though there might have been a slight smirk against her lips when he caught her off guard with a kiss, figuring that she was expecting something else. Kane won this round. As for the kiss being one of the better ones? He would chalk it up to Harper being shocked and probably would rather kick his ass for daring to pull such a move on her. He had warned her this was going to happen, had she been following along. Then again he had told her about using his tongue on her. That was always possible that it could happen, maybe one of these days. He was just about to pull back when she shifted and moved her hands up to actually slip into that white hair of his. Yet he made no move to stop her. Even if she used it against him.

That would all depend on if he did something that would remind her of a dog. Though if he did, it would probably earn him an action from her that would imply it instead of actually saying it. Like a scratch behind his ear or under his chin. He'd racked up a little trust from her, and his hands weren't anywhere inappropriate so he was safe from getting decked by the half-angel. Seems the shoulders weren't setting her off, though it could easily be noticed that her muscles were tense from the touch. Least she wasn't swinging though! She felt a little bad for the girl behind the counter, but when the kiss happened, she looked more confused than on the verge of a panic attack. Then she looked embarrassed for staring, so she was busying herself with just about anything behind the counter though keeping an eye on the two. Her expression totally said if clothes started coming off, she was going to chase them out with a broom. Luckily, that wasn't at risk here. He might've warned her, but it had been read through and expectations leaned more towards the weird than the intimate. There was a twitch that threatened toward a smirk when he let her go for the hair, and wasn't all that surprised to find it as soft as it looked as both hands had tangled into his hair at the nape of his neck. It might've seemed like things were getting hot and heavy for a moment as she aimed to curl her fingers around the back of his neck. Nothing about her demeanor leaned toward aggressive. And unless he stopped her or shoved her away, if she had been allowed to curl those fingers around the back of his neck, she would try to use the leverage of where her arms were to leap up with those strong legs and wrap them around his waist. She'd be able to easily keep herself up with her leg strength, that is unless he stopped her attempt totally.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-16 22:39 EST
If she started to scratch him behind the ear or under his chin, then she was just asking to get the offending hand bitten. He wouldn't say he was sorry afterwards either. Just as she wasn't a poodle, than he wasn't a dog to be petted on. Unless he got to pet on her in return, as the half demon wasn't one to be treated in such a manner. Even by her half angel self. He noticed that this hadn't been enough to set her off, as well as noticing that she was rather tense at the touch and was rather glad that she hadn't started swinging. Poor girl at the counter was probably a jealous little thing now. Watching Kane stalking towards sweet little Harper and pushing her up against the wall, then from behind. Looked like he was giving her one hell of a kiss, even if he wasn't trying at the moment to fully kiss the half angel. Kane missed the look about the clothing that might or might not come off, as his back was to the poor woman. Oh well. He probably would have smirked and waggled his brows, and asked if she wanted to join in. Wait. No he wouldn't of as he just wasn't that type of guy. Not that it mattered at the moment. Back tot he matter at hand, as there was still a smirk on his lips, and if she wanted to smirk too. Than she was free to add her own little smirk to the shared kiss, because he wouldn't stop her. When her hands did slip into his hair, causing his hands unless she stooped him. They moved along her sides and down towards her hips. Ironically about the same time she moved to lift her smaller frame up to lock her legs around him, seems they both had the same idea. He was going to try and easily lift her up to allow her to do that very thing. Such a dangerous thing with these two being of the same state of mind.

It would depend how he pet her. Little unknown fact about Harper was that she liked having her hair pet or played with, it just never happened because it was too close to her face or neck for comfort. So no one got to touch her hair. Too easy for someone to grab those long tresses and try to attack her. That poor poor girl behind the counter! With a peek out of one eye from Harper, she took notice of how red her face was right now. And she looked so confused on what to do! A fight, they'd get kicked out. But the girl was probably wondered if she dared cock-blocking the two with so many weapons on them. If he'd done any of that, Harper would've laughed then felt bad because the girl probably would've freaked out. She looked like the type that didn't go on many dates, mainly for a possible overbearing parent. There was an instinctive growl against his lips when his hands found her hips, one she couldn't stop. But she didn't pull away, stop him or hit him. So there's that. It would just ruin what she was planning, and she couldn't have that! Poor Kane, thinking he might get a piece of Harper ass maybe. But she doubted that's what he was aiming for. They both seemed to be on the same level of not looking for that sort of thing. Which only made this situation all the more confusing. The smirk she'd been hiding did come into play when he let her leap onto him, and it seemed they had been thinking the same thing. That was definitely dangerous. Get out of my head, Badger! When strong legs clamped around his waist, locking at her ankles. She'd at least gotten to touch his fluffy white mane of hair, but she was now pulling her fingers away from it to curl her arms around the top of his shoulders. At this point, it might be clear that Harper was up to something, because her fingers clamped onto her arms above the elbows like she was getting ready to do something. And that's exactly what she did! Until he managed to wrench her off him, she would practically cling onto him like a damn koala, both arms and legs aiming to clamp on like a vice as her muscles would tense up from her clinging on. And unless she was stopped and pried off, she would pull her lips away from his and flash a devilish smile before that pink tongue would attempt to lash out and attack his face all over. She was going for slobbering the crap out of him! What a little bitch.

He would totally pet that hair of her's if she would allow it, and maybe run his fingers through it as well. Though that might make her a spoiled little half angel as she might grow to like it and demand to be petted all the time. As he had no reason to grab her hair in attacking her, as he actually seen that as a cheap move. Not that Kane had that long of hair to worry about someone yanking on it in a fight. Totally poor girl working the counter. Unsure if she should get involved or to go hide until they were done. While Harper might have found it funny, and Kane on a dare might throw out the comment to the poor girl. She really did look like she wasn't allowed out of her parents sight, which was probably a good thing. Given the way people poofed in this town. He would growl right back at her as he gave her hips a squeeze. Poor Harper! Being all confused as to why this was all going on. Though he was gland she hadn't lashed out at him yet. That was still something he was expecting sooner or later from her. As for him thinking that he was going to bed her" Probably not unless she said something about going down that road, even if it were for a night. But that wouldn't be happening as both seemed not to want that headache, at least not this soon into meeting the other. He totally wasn't in that head of hers as it would probably scare most men, but not him. Oh he figured that she was planning something to get him back for this sudden move on his part. As he'd be blind and an idiot not to notice that she was shifted around against him. Not to mention clinging rather tightly to him, as she ended the kiss with that devilish smirk. Getting him to quirk a brow at her till she licked him all up in the face. Causing him to blink a few times, followed with him aiming to lift her up further. This followed with him attempting to use her chest as a makeshift towel to wipe her slobber off on her.

Oh, she would be so spoiled. And she'd get his attention by head butting him like a cat, too. Just boop! Pet me now! And it would be all his fault for getting her to trust him if it got to that point, and initiating hair play. At least he wouldn't go the bitch route and pull her hair and punch her or something. That poor girl at the counter had the most dumbfounded look on her face at this point, mainly to Harper. You're all up on that and now you're licking his face"! What's wrong with you?! She's Harper. That's what?s wrong with her! She might've been confused for a good majority of what had just happened, but she was chalking it up to their seemingly never-ending pissing match between the two of them. Sure, the bitch could probably use a lay, but she had full control over her urges. And she viewed relationships as trouble, friends sleeping together was just a whole lot of drama eventually, and one night stands weren't her shot of whiskey. It just made her feel dirty. Probably the angel in her blood saying so. That devilish grin was cut short, as did that tongue when she was lifted higher and suddenly her chest was being used as a towel for the slobber. Which, considering her attire, meant his face was all up in her cleavage and then some. A growl tore from her and she wanted to smack him. But instead, she went the route of giving him that warning by tightening her grip with those anaconda strength legs, acting like a constrictor around his waist, locked at the ankles.

Hmm. Having Harper be all pet like and headbutting him to be petted like his own little half angel pet. That totally might be worth the effort to play with her hair, then again she might follow him around until he did that. Could be a problem, well not really. Kane would totally use it against her, just to get something out of it. Not really, as he totally missed the look the poor girl at the counter was giving to Pookie. Which would of gotten Honey Badger to laugh, or ask if the girl was jealous. Kane was in control of his own urges, as he probably needed to get laid. Yet he wasn't looking for that right now, nor was he looking for a one night stand. As he knew that could cause its own set of drama that he just didn't want to deal with at this point and time. He'd dealt with far to much for his tastes, and would like to avoid dealing with anymore of it. Even if he got to shoot the one causing it, though that might make him feel better in the end. Oddly it was his upbringing that tended to guide his actions, then again he was part demon and he had gained a few things from his father. So there was that. Now using Harper's cleavage as a towel, even as she growled at him, which was still adorable. He didn't stop till all the slobber was gone, even as she tightened her legs around his waist. She shouldn't of licked him! Now leaning back with a prize winning smile, then lean in with a long slow lick of his own.

Okay, she totally wouldn't follow him like a puppy. She had too much pride for that. But if it was convenient for her and they were hanging out' Yeah, he'd get a headbutt. Or she'd be ballsy and just sprawl across his lap like a cat. She did have animalistic moments, blame the fact she spent a lot of time in the Amazon and other places with animals and jungle warriors. Just sorta....picked it up. As for what they were looking for, she was glad they were on the same page or what they were doing probably would've been worse and a whole lot more awkward than it needed to be. Him and his thinking her growl was adorable! Grr! She was big and menacing, and....and....totally not adorable. And she growled the whole time he was using her chest for a towel, clamping down on his waist but didn't go too far to actually cause damage. Though she considered smacking him on the back of his head....or smothering him with her tits. That could've been amusing. She was thinking about doing just that until he flashed that smile that was returned with a puff of cheeks and a glare, then an "Ugh!" as he licked her back. Even though part of her expected it, "Alright, buddy.." She huffed, and probably sounded like she was going to hit him. But instead, in one hell of a quick motion, her finger came away from her arm and into her mouth, arm over his head and she got a good amount of saliva on it, then she was gunning to stick it in his ear if he didn't dodge or smack her hand away! Ha-ha!

He could like with her all sprawled out across his lap, or even her head in his lap while they were hanging out somewhere. As he doubted she would do so in front of others as they would more than likely tease the both of them, though off by themselves. He'd be cool with it. He had his own traits that he picked up from those he had been around and grew up with. He was glad as well that they were on the same page, as this could get very awkward very fast if one of them had been seeking more out of the current moment. Very awkward. Her growl and her trying to huff and puff at him was totally the most adorable thing he had ever seen! Not that he would tell her that, well not right now that is. Maybe when time passed between them. As for her smacking him in the head" He'd bit the nearest thing to him, which would of been her breasts. Her trying to smother him in them' He'd counter by motorboating them both! She would have to try harder to stop him at the current moment than encouraging him to be a bad demon. Well. A bad half demon. There was a moment of him grinning more to that puffing from her. Followed with a laugh coming from him after he licked her in return. That was till she upped it again with the finger to the ear. "Hey!" Jerking his head away after it was too late and growled at her for a moment. Guessing she would expect the same move in return now, so he leaned in an attempt to blow a puff of air across an ear.

She wasn't like that in public. This was completely out of character for her as it was, but he'd damn well asked for it by kissing her. But if you tend to be in some guy's lap with others around, things are either assumed or others think it's the go-ahead and she's available. Which is problems she really didn't want to deal with. So if it came to that point, it would definitely be while they were alone. Less trouble that way, or possible trouble. If he bit her, she'd flick the **** out of his ear until he let go. Motorboat"....That would get an unwilling laugh at her, then she'd get huffy because she laughed at it. Because that just tickles dammit. Those two were dangerous in the fact that they didn't seem likely to back down. She had one hell of a grin on her face at his exclamation, even her tongue poking out the side of her mouth with her determination as she had gotten slobber in his ear, about to start laughing until he puffed at her ear and it tickled her hair across her ear. She growled some, lifting her hand to rub out the itch her hair had left behind. "You son of a gun." She mumbled, then her hand was coming in aims to flick his nose! She wasn't going to back down, but she would throw out. "Okay, we should probably stop giving the girl a damn heart attack. She thinks we're either going to start **** throw down, or maybe both." A raspy laugh, and a glance to the girl who's expression said just that. Damn her angelic nature! She just couldn't be malicious to the girl and keep going like that. Since apparently the awkwardness the two should've felt....seemed to have somehow passed onto the girl and she looked like she was going to cry to daddy.

He wasn't like that in public either, so it would work out well for the both of them. This wasn't something that he would normally do, but she dared him to kiss her. He had no choice but to call her bluff. As for them acting like this in front of others" The reaction would depend on who they would be around, as some would get grumpy about it. While others might possible not care about it. Funny how that tends to work out. If she flicked him. He'd totally bite her yet again, probably in another area. Her laughing to him possibly motorboating her" He'd probably try it again, then laugh at her huffing. Seemed they both weren't backing down and that could lead to more interesting problems and situations. Not that either would walk away. That would be admitting defeat. Which would actually get a huff from Kane as he didn't want the game between them to end. He was having too much damn fun, and he needed fun. If she would of licked ear. He would of totally licked her again, even slower this time just to get her to growl again. Which was still totally cute as she was. She wasn't going to convince him otherwise. "Cute as a button." Grinning wide at her before he looked over his shoulder at the poor girl, then back to Harper. "You have a point. She looks about ready to whimper and go call the cops too." Not that he moved to set Pookie down, as he instead shifted to lean back. Dragging her right along with him. She was the one that latched onto him, so he locked his arms in a tight vice around her waist. Seems that awkwardness had been passed onto the poor shop keeper girl.

Dammit, she wasn't cute! She was a strong warrior! What a butt...And she let him know it too when he called her cute as a button. A growl tore from her throat again as she snapped her teeth toward his nose but made no contact. Just a warning! Along with that curled upper lip in a snarl. But when he looked over his shoulder at the girl, her eyes followed and the snarl vanished. A soft snicker left her lips. "Poor kid." Yes, she was a kid compared to Harper. She didn't know how old Kane was, and she wouldn't ever ask. Mainly because she didn't want the question to be turned on her. She was ancient, being the third born of the first human on Earth. She doubted he'd even believe her. Born before actual civilizations arose on Earth' Sounded ridiculous unless you were Harper. But she grew up in Hell, not Earth. And it seemed he wasn't letting her down, probably because it was her fault for putting herself up there in the first place. Honestly, she was fine with that. If he was going to cart her around, he was going to have some added weight soon enough. "So, what?s the game plan here, Sugar Kane?" Eyes ticked at his arms, "you're clearly not letting me down, and the girl's possibly going to call the po-pos." That bold brow rose high as she was trying to read his intentions of the next plan of action. Leave and cart her off with him' Stay and deal with cops" She was leaving the ball in his court it seemed. Curiosity killed the cat....good thing she was a Lilim, aye"

She was cute when she growled, and she might have gotten called pretty or beautiful, but she would of hated Kane for daring to compliment her. But he did grin to pushing a button at her hating being called cute as a button, followed with him nipping at her nose in return. Adding his in own demonic growl to counter her snarling and growling. "Yeah." Agreeing with her comment about the poor shop girl, who would probably want to avoid working if they were seen in the general area. As for how old Kane was" Very few people knew how old he was, and probably wouldn't turn the tables on her. Even if he did know how old she was" He wouldn't even hold it against her or tease her about it. Well maybe he would but only in a playful teasing sort of way. On him believing her" He had friends and mentors that would make her feel young compaired to them. Moving on to him possibly carting her around as he moved further away from the wall, before looking at her when she asked that question. "Well, Angel Eyes." Dropping that name on her with a wide grin, then a chuckle to the girl possibly calling the po po on them. "Not at the moment I don't." Pondering what to do now. Drop her and leave her to deal with the police of RhyDin, or carry her out like this. Choices. "Shall we?" Smirking as he moved to carry her out the front door of the Tomes, with a slight shift so he could see where they were going.

It was hard telling how Harper would take to being called pretty or beautiful, chances were....awkwardly or not well. She was a bit off when it came to them two. She didn't find herself to be that. Those two tended to feel too elegant of a compliment for her. Cute" A growl. Sexy' A roll of eyes or a punch to the teeth. Pretty or beautiful" She'd be soo awkward. Though if he teased her about how old she was, it would doubtful she'd be offended. Her and her sister joke about how they should be coughing dust at this point. It was more touchy if people didn't believe her. "Yes, Sugar Kane?" That would probably be an alternative name. She was taking a liking to it. She smirked when he seemed to ponder the possibilities, though in order to drop her he'd have to pry her off first. She was still clung like a koala. To his words and motion toward the door, she glanced over to it then snickered. "Why the hell not' But first..." She glanced over to Banhammer, loosening her grip and holding onto his shoulder in order to reach down and with a slightly swatting motion toward the handle, managed to snag it and drag it closer, mainly using her legs clamped around his waist to hold herself up. Borderline gymnast action going on, and the attire wasn't particularly helping. Girl really had no shame.

Knowing his luck. She'd try to deck him while telling him to shut up, and stop calling her beautiful. Not that it would really stop him and probably egg him on to do so. He'd still call her growling at him cute, and when she huffed and puffed at him. He'd call her cute too. Sexy' That would be saved for a later date, and probably when he knew that he could get away with saying it. Most likely when he could run away and not worry till the next time he seen her. He wouldn't tease her about her age, well maybe how she looks for her age. Surely getting something thrown at him as he seemed unable to make her blush like a school girl. Like Harper would allow that to happen, because it would show that she had weakness. Pausing as he shifted so she could snag Banhammer along the way, not that it did any banning tonight. Right. Towards the door they go!

Decking and telling him to shut up" Maybe. And then when he kept going....possibly pull a wrestler move next time she saw him and try to leap on him with an elbow. She didn't expect him to stop calling her cute, since it irritated her a bit and she'd do the same in his position. Sexy....yeah that wouldn't be too good any time soon. All the compliments, man! She doesn't know how to take them well! Though getting things thrown at him is a possibility depending on what it was. Because she'd fall, those bright and pearly wings going black and crispy before she'd blush in front of a man who merely complimented her. She had more restraint than that, and she wouldn't show that kind of weakness, he's right. No....Banhammer hadn't been used tonight. Instead, things had gotten a bit hot and heavy, then weird and messy and now the girl at the counter looked like she was sooo relieved they were leaving. The Banhamer came up behind his back and held with both hands while her forearms draped over his shoulders, getting comfy for the ride. She'd smirk on their way out. "You make a comfortable taxi." Oh that grin on her face.

He would totally taunt her if she threw a punch at him, that he hit a nerve, probably getting her to growl more at him. And if she started trying to attack him all the time, well he'd have to find a way to drop her in ice cold water each time. Just to cool her off! So for now he would stick to calling her cute, just to rile her up. Giving him more ammo to use against her, not that he really needed it to flirt and tease. He was catching on to her not being used to being complemented, and just might drop one from time to time. Still moving towards the door as he knew she was strong enough to hide her weaknesses in public. The girl got a wave and smile from him, before he looked back to Harper, as he seemed to be getting an idea in the back of his head. For later uses. Door to the Tomes was nudged open as he continued to walk with a half angel latched onto him. "Thanks. You going to tip me when I drop you off?" Winking at her along the way, even as he was grinning at her.

She could get riled and huffy, but at least her temper wasn't easily riled. Certain things made her tick though. Usually when someone tried getting closer than she was willing to let them in. He'd gained enough trust from her to be carting her around like a koala, and that was quite a bit. There was still that boundary that both were aware of from the other, that probably helped situations like this. She leaned to peek around his shoulder at the shop girl, fingers clutched around the warhammer twiddled in her direction and there was no malice or snideness in that half smile. Maybe a bit apologetic. She was still an angel, okay' She couldn't help it! She wasn't a bitch, just rough around the edges. She looked at him when he asked that question, giving him a look. "Don't you think you already got your tip?" A raspy laugh given then, considering he'd gotten a kiss from her. Even if there had been devious plans that made it last longer, he'd kissed her without getting hit. That was a tip enough!

________________________________ From live play with Kane Darkwing. OOC— Before things are assumed, no they did not bump uglies that night.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 00:55 EST
Cemetery Lurkers July 26th, 2016

Ironically, Harper was sitting at the feet of a weeping angel over a grave, enjoying the silence of the cemetery. Not too far off from the front gates, the Lilim contrasted with the gloomy atmosphere with her hot pink mid-riff tank top with the lettering of AC/DC plastered across the front and her pure white skinny jeans, finishing the outfit off with a pair of white flats that were currently sitting on the ground. In the lotus sitting position, she was carving pieces of an apple away from the core, popping the slivers in her mouth. She seemed relatively comfortable there, and no doubt about it....Banhammer was leaned against the statue close by a bent knee. Her hair was pulled out of her face for once as well, curling tresses of black and vibrant blue cascading from a blue band keeping her hair into a ponytail.

Deciding to get away from the usual loud racket that seemed to always be going on within RhyDin, as well as heading out for a much needed walk to let his mind ponder over a great many things. Kane would find himself outside the cemetery of the town, getting a faint smirk to cross his lips as he had heard some of the various stories while growing up. Hopefully none of those would come to life at this very moment, as he appeared to be more casual that his normal warrior's attire. Plain tee shirt and jeans with his worn boots rounding out his look. Well he might have been carrying his preferred gun with him, before pushing through the gates to look around. An amused chuckle to catching sight of the half angel and her hammer, before starting towards her. "Evening, Pookie Bear." In a playfully teasing tone.

At the sound of the creaky gate being pushed open, those dark eyes darted to the direction of the sound, ever paranoid gaze narrowing until she spotting that white hair. A half-cocked smirk spread on her face, and sure enough he spotted her. A crinkle of her nose as he used his favored pet name for her, she carved another sliver from the apple and plucked it off the blade with her teeth, chewing it softly. "Afternoon, Honey Badger." She snickered, remaining in her relaxed position at the feet of the statue. "You creepin' with the dead, too?" A soft smirk before another slice of apple was brought to her mouth.

Guessing that he would be spotted and picked up with ease, but that didn't stop him from giving the creaking gate a mock glare for giving him away. "Someone needs to oil that thing." Muttered to himself before matching that half-cocked smirk with his own. "Just happened to be in the area." Amused that they seemed more content to use their pet names for the other. "Well. Creepin' with the dead is preferred to dealin' with the loud noises of the city." Shrug of a shoulder as he moved up to prop himself in a nearby lean. "Guessin' you were here for the same reasons?" Sideways glance to her.

A soft, raspy laugh to the mock glare to the gate and his muttering, she shook her head. That ponytail swept across her shoulders in that gesture. She nodded then, popping the last of the apple into her mouth and hummed the core of the apple some distance away. Hey, it was biodegradable! She wasn't littering! "People are too afraid of disturbing the dead, it's the most quiet place 'round town." A soft shrug of her defined shoulders as she licked each side of the blade before closing the pocket knife and slipped it into a small pocket of her jeans. Arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back against the statue.

Prize winning grin flashed to the half angel to that raspy laugh that echoed out from her, not that he actually liked hearing her laugh. Gaze shifted to watch the apple core sail off into the distance, before setting into his own lean and adopting a similar lean to her own. "True, till the dead come to life and start attacking people." Followed with a lazy slouch against that statue. "Though I don't think that has happened in a while." Slight head tilt.

She blinked at him once, raising that infamous brow as she tilted her head at him. "Seriously?" She couldn't tell if he was messing with her or not. "Zombies?" She blinked again, then shook her head. Her chin lifted toward the Banhammer, gaze ticking to the beastly weapon. "Don't think a few walking corpses are going to bother me much." Her gaze drifted skyward, as if thinking about it. "Actually....sounds like an eventful afternoon." A cheeky grin spread across her face then as she looked back at him.

Somehow he just knew that would get that infamous brow quirk in his direction, when earned her a good natured laugh from him when she eventually asked that question. "Aye. This town has been known to be hit by zombies, though it only seems to happen around Halloween." Then a glance to her for a moment. "Don't bother me either." Followed with another chuckle to her comment about it being fun. "You make it sound like that is your idea of the perfect date." Sly smirk at her, as he probably wasn't that far off.

There was a coy grin that spread then. "Halloween huh' Noted..." Would she be creeping around the cemetery hunting for zombies on Halloween now" Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows! She crinkled her nose at the mention of it being a perfect date. "Blows dinner and a movie out of the damn water, don't cha think?" A scoff then. "But that's assuming I'd even go on a date." That brow rose higher like tough luck.

"Aye, but it tends to be the inn that usually gets attacked." Just to inform her and maybe spoil her ideas of creeping around the cemetery on that night. Then again the cemetery could be hit. Never know! "Running around shooting dead things for fun. Well. Wouldn't be boring." Then a chuckle. "You going out on a date?" Tilting his head at her. "I could see it happening." Taunting.

"Also noted..." a slight narrow of eyes as she looked at him. No cemetery' Fine. To the Inn she would go on Halloween. Just there for a "drink". Mhmmm. That's all! Not to run around like a maniac bashing the skulls of the dead. Not at all....She looked almost appalled at his accusation. "Dates are for those lookin' for romance or a piece of ass." She crinkled her nose, "Not my style, Honey Badger."

"Sounds like fun then." To the possibility of zombie smashing as it would beat sitting at the inn getting drunk, not that he could get drunk. He then slowly grinned to her nearly looking appalled at his words. "And just what is your style, Pookie Bear?" She was the one that brought it up, so she can blame herself for him wanting to know!

Arms crossed over her chest, she gave him a wry smile. "Giving the spiders and bats a warm little place to hide between the legs." She's such a classy broad, ain't she" At least she didn't use her no one's dippin' their stick in this honey pot analogy' Though maybe that one would be better. Oh well! "Really though, it's amazing there isn't cobwebs down there yet." Squinting one eye shut, she leaned back against the statue and slipped one thumb beneath the fabric of her tight jeans, making a gesture of peeking in there.

Shifting to lean his head back against that statue, before he just started to laugh to her choice words for a moment. "Well. That is one way of putting it that you aren't looking for a sexual relationship with anyone." Pausing for a moment. "Though seein' how many in this town seem to freely throw themselves at others" You might have the right idea going there." Followed with a sideways glance to her. "Though hope you don't have cobwebs down there. They are a headache to get rid of." Winking at her.

"Ain't it though?" She grinned, and it was clear that talking about her lack of romantic or sexual relationships wasn't something she took offense to. She raised a brow at how many people throw themselves at others and she gave him a cheeky look, jutting a painted thumb at her warhammer. "Why do you think my hammer's called the Banhammer?" She was being completely serious.

Another chuckle from him as he flashed her a grin in return. "Seems we have something else in common." A sly smirk as it seemed he had no problems on that matter either, before looking towards her warhammer. "Plan on using that on me?" His tone a mix of teasing and playfulness.

Raised brow made an appearance again as she looked at him. "Good to know.." though it was, actually. Maybe she wouldn't have to worry about him trying to dip his stick in the honey pot! Friggin' Honey Badger. When he looked at the warhammer, her dark hues followed as a slow grin spread across her face. Eyes returned to him as she tilted her head, matching his teasing and playfulness. "Depends on if you try to kiss me again, Sugar Kane." The glint in her eyes and the smile on her face contrasted, giving him no definitive answer in that.

Another sly grin to counter her raised brow as he looked back at her. "Agreed." Gaze shifted again as Pookie Bear was safe unless things ever changed, not that he expected them too. He had his fill of certain things. Even if Pookie Bear was utterly adorable! "Make it sound like you hated it when I kissed you, Harper Darlin'." Waggling his brows and licking his lips at her, might have even been a faint playful growl for good measure.

He was nice to look at, she'd give him that. Even if he asked. She had no shame in that, but a piece of ass or romantics were not in her game plan. His company was appreciated though, that much she could say. She let out a raspy laugh at his accusing her of that, shrugging her shoulders. "You're a good kisser, I'll give ya that. As for hated it....I plead the fifth." She wrinkled her nose at him, then snickered at his gesture of licking his lips and the growl. She snapped her teeth at him, then snickered as she shook that pretty head of hair. "Keep it in your pants, sweetheart." A soft laugh as she teased him.

She was nice to look at as well, and might tell her if she ever asked him. Yet just like her. He wasn't looking for a piece of ass or anything in the terms of romance, with both having their own separate reasons. He also enjoyed her company as well, as it gave him someone to be a wise ass with, and not get a pouting whiny look when he did. "You need some work on your kissing skills." Teasing her with a wink and grin, not at all trying to bait her. Not like she'd be the type to fall for it. "See. You trying to hide your answer comes off that you did." Nodding all sagely at her, before snapping his teeth back at her. "I bite harder." Just to inform her, before shaking his head at her. "Not looking to dip my stick in your honey pot, Pookie."

She let out a laugh at her needing work on her kissing skills, she only shrugged. "In my defense, last time I had a makeout sesh like that..." She crinkled her nose at the realization, it only made her laugh again. "By Gods, a good couple centuries. And that was by mistake." She shook her head, shifting her sitting position to rest her feet on the base of the weeping angel, her calves pressed to the backs of her thighs in the extent of their bending. Fun fact, don't let her get her hands on too much tequila. A sly grin shot in his direction, "Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not tellin' either way." It could be her not wanting to admit it, or not wanting to hurt his feelings. One will never know! Secretive bitch...."I'll take your word for it." She'd already learned not to bait him, considering challenges was something they both apparently fell for. His using her own words just made her burst out in laughter, shaking her finger at him. "Good to fuckin' know, Badger."

He flashed her a grin to her reaction before it was his turn to quirk that brow at her. "Well maybe we need to make that a habit." Hard to tell if he had been serious or joking, as he would leave it up to Pookie to decide on which path to follow. He didn't seem to favor one above the other, as he watched her shamelessly. No harm came from watching, as long as there was no touching to follow. Then again. Both did seem to have that inability to avoid dares and challenges. Seeing how that lead to the makeout session in the Tomes, and made the poor girl that worked there jealous. "Maybe. Maybe not in return." Turning her own words against her as he wasn't going to admit to liking it or not on his side. "Smart woman." Smirking at her before looking back out across the graveyard again. Followed with a devilish grin to her words. "That it is, Pookie."

A questionable look was given to him at the mention of making it a habit. "Don't get your hopes up, Badger." Then a flash of a cheeky smile, only to give him a sassy look to catching him in the act of looking. At least he wasn't going for touchin'! She'd put up with his looking. "Easy there, you might just stroke my ego." A scoff before her hands pressed together and fell between her legs, she was feeling lazy today. The past couple days of excessive training had her muscles screaming at her for over doing it. Downfalls of being half human. Sure, she could speed up the process with her angelic abilities, but what would be the fun in that' No pain, no gain. Then he was calling her a smart woman and she gave him a wink. "Don't you forget it." Her gaze followed his to the graveyard as she scanned the area. That slight longing look for there to be a sudden outbreak of zombies" Maybe. She let out a sigh, then a groan as she let her feet fall from the base of the statue and to the ground.

Giving her that sweet smile of his to that look she was giving him. "And here I thought we were growing closer." Mock pout just for her that quickly faded away into that normal way he had about himself of not really caring. As for that sassy look for getting caught' Just a wink and blown kiss in return. The touching part' He figured that was a no go. "Can't have you matching the other airheaded bimbos around here." Smirking at her as he shifted to stretch his arms out over his head, getting his back and shoulders to pop and echo in the quiet night air. Seems he needed a good rest as well, not that he would take the time to do so. "I'll try not too." Mock roll of hs eyes at her, as he caught that she seemed just as worn out as him. Settling into a lean again. "Looks like no zombies are going to show up, unless you feel up to playing the part." Not at all hinting that he'd want to shoot her or anything.

"The makeout wasn't close enough for ya, Sugar Kane?" She teased, blowing a kiss or two his way before letting out one of her raspy laughs. She was a cheeky little thing tonight, though. The kiss he blew her way was returned with her making a show of catching it in the air, lifting up a flexible leg and slapping it to a white fabric covered ass cheek. So classy. So lady like. Her leg returned to it's position as she smirked at him, then gave him a mock offended expression. "I am a unique bimbo, thank you." Shaking her head a bit with her chin lifted before she wrinkled her nose. Yeah, she might be unclassy and downright crude at times, but a bimbo she was not. She looked down, cupping her hands over her ribs right under her tits and gave a peek into her shirt. "I don't think these sweater puppies are big enough to be bimbo-level." A fake pout before she shrugged, then narrowed her eyes at him and dropped her hands. "No way, Leon." Yes, she did just call him Leon from Resident Evil.

"Just one little makeout session' Nope." Catching those blown kisses from her, and mirrored her own ladylike action with his own gentlemanly one. Shifting to plan her kisses right on his own ass. Seems he was in a snarky mood tonight as well. Kane is such the gentleman! Hardly. "I wouldn't call you a bimbo." A compliment from him! "Just a very special snowflake." Sage like nod for her, as he could have his moments of being a gentleman, they were just very rare lately. When she looked into her own shirt got a chuckle from him. "I'd give them a 8 or an 8.5 rating." Shrugging at her briefly, then smirked yet again. "And here I thought that you had guts, Ada." Countering her by calling her Ada Wong from Resident Evil.

A soft snicker made to him. "My legs wrapped around your waist is considered a little makeout session?" She raised her brows at him, "Do I want to know what you consider a big makeout session?" A laugh spilled from her lips as she watched his crude retaliation of her blown kiss, bringing a smirk to her face. She gave him a huffy look then when he called her a snowflake, but didn't comment on it. She got the pale thing, but wasn't that dainty! Bastard....That huffy look was replaced with a smirk when he rated her tits, trying not to laugh. "I'll take that as a compliment instead of reflecting on the fact you actually just rated them.." One hell of a sassy look, both brows skyrocketing at his next retort. "I've got plenty of guts, Princess." Ada Wong....sadly enough was a perfect rendition, minus the Asian appearance. She had a tendency to pop up out of nowhere when her family needed her, and none had any clue how she got her information.

"That it was." Going as far as to playfully snap his fingers at her a few times, before quirking a brow at her to that question coming up. "That all depends on if you got the guts to follow up." Another smirk for her as he grinned to her being amused to his own crude gesture to her blown kisses for him. "Snowflake...I need to find a way to ad that in to the list of nicknames I have for you now." She was totally that dainty! She just didn't want to admit it! Her huffy looks were countered by kissy faces. "Well maybe if you allowed me to touch, I could give you a higher grade." Not at all making a move to do so, nor was he asking or hinting at the fact. "Prove it, Moonbeam." Smirking slowly as he knew she hated that name. As for her calling him Leon' He might fix that name. He might not.

____________________ From live play with Kane Darkwing

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 04:29 EST
Angels and Demons and Nephilim, Oh My. Red Dragon Inn September 13th, 2016



The big guy moved through the doorway, not noticing anyone familiar really as he made a direct beeline for the cooler, though the look from Kane was noticed but not quite addressed. For someone built like an ox, he was easily able to dodge those around the bar before plucking out a beer. He didn't so much as look at the label as he used the palm of his hand to strangle the cap off and turned a thick torso to flick the bottle cap into the trash before taking a swig of the carbonated beverage.

Gaze shifted back to Hex again, now following the male as he couldn't help shake an odd feeling like he might know him. But that wasn't likely as he never met the male, odd how things like that happen and work out. He'd address it in a moment as he looked back and laughed to Mia spraying the water at Tyl now.

For Hex, it was hard to tell. Plenty of people might've seen him around, either with a particular purple haired vixen on his arm or maybe at the garage that he worked in West End. Or maybe at one of the many parties Saila'd dragged him to. Or maybe....just maybe it was something else. Though his molten amber orbs were hidden behind the dark aviators, it also helped when people were giving him a look and he considered being a wise ass and ask Kane if he thought he was pretty or some **** deciding against it as he just continued to sip his beer. He found a vacant stool, and flipped the vacancy sign over as his rear nestled on top of the seat. Digging into his jeans pocket for a pack of Marlboros, regardless if he just smoked one or not.

Gaze shifted to Mia as she headed for the door. "Party pooper." This towards Tyl for a moment before finally looking back to Hex again. Now ready to address that odd feeling. "Do I know you? You look rather familiar to me." Motion of a hand to the facial features. As for Hex looking pretty' 6 out of 10 at best. While Mia cursed his name. Wouldn't be the first or last time a woman cursed his name.

6 out of 10" He'd take it, but don't expect funny business, man. Even as an incubus, he was straighter than a board. When he was addressed, his head turned to look in the direction of the one speaking. A dark brow lifted over the frame of the aviators as he rested his forearms on the bar, the click of glass to wood as his beer bottle met it next. He still hadn't noticed what he'd picked up. After four centuries, it all started to taste the same. "I don't know you, bud. But you might've seen me around," a nonchalant shrug came from the big guy as he lifted his beer for another sip.

Please. Hex was totally not his type, nothing against the male. The half demon didn't swing for both sides of the team. Gaze glanced to the door for a moment, before turning back to Hex yet again as he waited for the male to address his claim. "I doubt that. I tend to remember a face, so that's not it. You don't happen to have any sisters do you?" Might be a good thing for Kane to know so he knows if he needs to keep on the look out for some older brother that wants to kick his rear end. Not that he has ever had to deal with that!

Hex was perfectly fine with that. When Kane mentioned sisters, that brow raised higher and the Nephilim turned on his stool to face him directly. "I've got a few.." there was a tad of suspicion on his face. If this guy dealt with Kokabiel, he was going to 'nope' it and just walk out, expecting the blonde pain in his ass to show up at any moment. He knew a few of his sister's were still looking for him. Only two had found him so far. So far, Hex was assuming Kane had boned either Kokabiel or Jynxx. But that was still a long shot since he didn't look like either of them.

That was good as some people frowned when they found out he didn't swing for the guys, as he crossed his arms. Not seeming like he was meaning the male any harm, or his family. As he took another moment or three to really look at the male, probably trying to place something. "Are you related to a girl named Harper?" Now eyeing the male to see just how he would answer that. This could get a bit interesting now, as Kane possibly knew one of Hex's sisters.

The brow went out of sight behind the shades, but it was relatively easy to tell they were furrowed by the wrinkle that showed above the bridge of his nose. He'd been about to take another sip of his beer, pausing as the mouth reached his lips but he pulled it away again. "I have a sister named Harper.." there was a touch of confusion there, maybe a bit of disbelief and wondering if they were talking about different Harpers. Harper doesn't make friends, wait.... Snickering, he did take a sip of his beer then, leaning his ribs against the bar. Pointing at the man with the tip of his beer, "did she piss you off" Hit you with an overcompensating hammer?" Yeah, he was assuming they weren't friends or Harper had met him in the arena. To Hex's knowledge, Harper didn't make friends. Just components to fight in the arenas.

Gaze shifted to Mia for a moment as he watched her come back in, and frowned for a moment and moved towards her. "Sorry." Actually slipping off his coat and held it out for her to wrap herself up in. Trying to make up for the whole water bottle scene from earlier. Gaze then shifted back to Hex again. "Well. No she didn't piss me off or try to hit me with Banhammer." There it was. "She's a friend of mine." Poor Hex.

There was a mixture of things on his expression when Kane claimed to be friends with Harper. Disbelief, suspicion, then amusement. The half-cocked smirk on his face said so when the last one hit. "Friends, huh' Didn't think she was capable of making any. She likes to scare 'em off." He barked out a laugh, shaking his head as he lifted his beer for another sip. Was he trying not to laugh at the idea" Maybe. Harper....had friends. Who'd have thought' But Kane mentioning Banhammer directly, there was no mistaking which Harper they both knew.

Beer in hand as he took a lean on the counter again, followed with another long sip followed with him peering at Hex again. Just about to ask what was so funny, before shrugging. "Yeah well. It's a trait that we both tend to share. The whole inability to make friends that easy. Though I haven't seen her in a while." Slight pout to that, before shaking it off. "Anyways...Was only a matter of time before I run into her family." Bottle toast to Hex. "Kane." Offering his name to the larger male.

"Probably swinging her hammer like the brute she is," he scoffed to the fact that Kane hadn't seen her in a while. "She's got a rival in some Greek," he shrugged, shaking his head at the memories of Harper and Kratos constantly going at it in the Olympian Colosseum. Just don't bring up the rival, you'll probably hear the girl rant about it for who knows how long. But honestly, Hex never knew where Harper went. He didn't know a lot of things about his sister. Other than her being gone for fifty years at a time or more, and had an informant. He never figured out how she knew the things she knew without being around Hell. Drove both himself and Bael insane half the time. "There's a lot of us," he admitted, scoffing as he raised his beer to Kane in turn. "Hex." Yeah, it's short for something but it sounded pretentious so he just stuck with the shortened version.

"That sounds about like her." Actually laughing to that before shaking his head. "Reminds me. Need to hook up with her to go through some training sessions." Totally leaving that for the imagination, as he took another sip of the beer. With a light nod to her being off in Greek, as he would of guessed she was smacking around Oni again. Which actually sounded fun to the half demon. "She did mention that she had family." He'd leave it at that as he drummed his fingers against the bottle. "Well if you happen to see her before I do. Tell her to let me know when she wants those lessons."

He couldn't help but quirk a brow at that. Yeah, they were definitely siblings. Though Harper's was far more impressive than his. "Sessions, huh?" You can't say **** like that to an incubus without him assuming, man. Or at least he would if he didn't know Harper, the anti-dick warrior. "I don't even want to know," he muttered, shaking his head as he turned his head to take another sip of his beer. "Sure thing," raising his beer after the sip. He'd ask her more than that later, maybe give her a little **** about her new buddy ol' pal. It's what little brothers do, okay' Be a pain in the ass, though lately it was Harper turning the tables on him now that he was grown up.

Totally the reaction that he wanted to hammer into Hex's mind. That image. Worth it! This followed with a sly smirk at Hex. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Even if that were to happen. I wouldn't be bragging about it, least of all to her family." Shaking his head at the poor male before tipping the bottle back to drain it. "Thanks. Kinda miss having her around." Yes Hex. Someone misses your sweet sister!

Probably would've succeeded better if it wasn't Harper. If it was Kokabiel? Hex would be gagging about now. "Can't," to him getting his head out of the gutter. He snickered, explaining a bit better but remaining vague. "It's a part of who I am," shaking his head before he polished off that beer and set the bottle aside. "Good to know, you clean out cobwebs, I don't wanna know, dude." He barked a laugh before sliding off his stool to toss the empty in the trash and retrieve another from the cooler. He crinkled his nose when the guy mentioned missing her, though. If it wasn't for the blatant mention of Banhammer, he'd have wondered again if they were talking about the same person.

That was always possible but unlikely to happen on any front as he tossed the bottle away. "Not your fault." Chuckling faintly now as he glanced to Mia all swallowed up in that coat, which earned a chuckle from him. He then reached over the bar to fetch another beer as well, followed with the top being popped off. "You better not want to know about that. That would be a little creepy if you did." Long beer sip.

"I'd have said that too if I wasn't from Hell," he snickered, tossing the cap over his shoulder and into the trash bin. There's worse things, and he had an estranged past with his step sister. Harper....he really didn't want to know about that one, though. Glancing over to the girl in Kane's coat, smirking. He had no clue what had gone on there, but she looked a bit grumpy about it.

"Well. I'm part demon." Wiggle of that right hand to show Hex as if it wasn't that hard to see and tell. "But don't think that I'm from Hell. Been there once or twice." Shurg of shoulders as he looked between Hex and Mia. "Hex." Name offered for Mia. "Mia." There. Introductions taken care of.

An upnod to her in turn before he took another sip of his beer. To Kane, "there's all kinds of demons from a **** ton of different places. We're not the only ones that have 'em." He shrugged, more recently discovering just how many different realms there were. He didn't even belong to Hell, he belonged to Oblivion himself.

"Seems to be the tale of this city. Got all types of mutts running around. I just happened to be one of those mutts." Shrugging faintly at Hex. Followed with another swig of the beer, as he knew that there were many other realms. Having visited some since coming to RhyDin.

"You and me both," he muttered behind his beer bottle. A Nephilim with incubus traits, but more recently he learned what he really was. Something called a Daedric Prince. Dark brows lifted as he heard the girl claim the man's jacket, barking out a laugh. "Guess she told you.." shaking his head as he took another sip of his beer.

Blink and glance at Mia on that. "Alright. I'll catch you tomorrow, Mia. And that is fine with me....Guess I kinda owe ya on the whole spraying you with water." He glanced back to Hex again. "Well. I know quite a few mutts so its nothing really new to me." Shrug and another sip of the beer. "Was raised and trained by some." Pausing there for a moment as his hand might have gripped the bottle tighter then looked towards Mia. "Night!" Not commenting on the going home alone part.

He'd have probably said something crude about that months ago, now he was spoken for and playing good boy. Fancy that. So instead of being a cheeky bastard, he just raised his beer. "Night, Mia."

Shaking his head after a few moments. "Nothing new with me." Muttered to himself as he looked back towards Hex again. "Nice girl." Meaning Mia.

"Seems it, and not afraid to steal a man's jacket." Don't leave jackets lying around, noted....Snickering, he took another long pull of his beer. A glance around to the tavern, it seemed they were the only ones left. "Doesn't take much for the place to clear out."

"Well. I might have sprayed her with a seltzer bottle, but she made the mistake of daring me. Not wise." Prize winning grin with a chuckle, then glance around. "Damn. Cleared out fast." Then back to Hex. "Sometimes its like this all day, other days it stays busy late into the morning." Shrug.

He barked out a laugh at the retelling of what happened with Mia, shaking his head. "Oh damn. Explains why she looked grumpy." Still chuckling as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips for another pull, he took a step forward to lean on the bar with his forearms, skipping the stool for now. He nodded to Kane's explanation, "I've been here a few times, but there was a lot more people."

"I tend to piss women off rather easily at times. Though there are a few that can handle me with no problem." Light shrug of his shoulders as he looked around. "Usually like this sometimes when I am here, sometimes there are more people. Though I flow from place to place most of the time." Looking back to Hex. "All depends on the time." Shrug and sip.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 04:31 EST
She'd been quite the little thief, really. She "snuck" into Kane's room, which was her using her wings to fly on in since she'd already been there before. Why not, right' Besides, she liked to do what she could to irritate the half demon. Like she owned the place, she swung open his room door upstairs, waltzing out and practically slamming the door closed. She left Banhammer in her room, finding it tedious to carry it around the Inn all the time. Humming -horribly, for the record- her arms swung at her sides as leather converse-style wedges carried her down the steps, all but bouncing down them. She was dressed in a pair of white jean short shorts that looked torn up, a tie die tank top that stopped at the top of her abdomen and to top it off" ....One of Kane's shirts. A plaid flannel button up shirt that she left unbuttoned and only half-assed rolled up at the sleeves. She hadn't noticed her brother sitting there...but she caught the white hair out of the corner of her eye. "Hiii Honey Badger~" in an obnoxious wifey style voice as she made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Having no idea that Harper had been a little thief and found a way to sneak into his room, then again the inn rooms really weren't that hard to break into in the first place. As Kane was still chilling downstairs at the bar with Hex, as the two trade words and all. With the half demon finding that the man wasn't that bad of a guy, and was just about to take a swig of beer before hearing the door slamming. "Well someone else seems ticked off." Nope. Kane wasn't about to go sticking in nose into someone else's mess. Good way to get killed in RhyDin, followed with him looking back to Hex with a shrug as he heard the footsteps seemingly leading to the steps. Followed with the humming being heard next, soon followed with the bouncing down the stairs. That earned a second look and tilt of his head to seeing Harper wearing one of his stolen shirt, not that he seemed to mind at the moment. He also might have forgotten that Hex, Harper's brother was right there too. "Hiiii. Poooookie Beeeeear!" Matching her annoying wifely voice with a matching sick devoted husband one.

"You're not the only one," he laughed out, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through already slicked back black hair. "Ditto a second time," this time said with a smirk that showed a dimple thinking about a particular woman that was doing just fine handling him these days. He tipped the beer into his mouth, raising a brow as he too heard the slamming of the door upstairs and nodded in agreement to Kane as he swallowed the gulp. "Sounds like it.." at least until he saw his sister coming down the steps and muttered a "speak of the devil.." as he set the beer down. She didn't seem to notice him though, and his brows darted up at the name he assumed was to Kane and not himself. Harper had only given him insulting nicknames, and Baby Boy. Only to remind him that he was still the baby of her siblings. Brows shot higher as he leaned up to give Kane a strange look when he returned the greeting. "Honey....Pookie....what?" As the words slipped out, he broke into laughter.

Snickering as she turned towards the bar when she heard the familiar charade from Kane, she finally turned her sights on him....only for her to stop dead in her tracks with a deer in the headlights look when she spotted....her brother....standing there with Kane. "....The **** are you doing here?" She never claimed to be smooth. Shaking her head and trying to come off less defensive, it was more being caught by surprise than being caught in the act as she played it cool. "One of you going to pass me a beer or what?" She held up her hands and pointed to the boys' beers, like one beer, two beer, no beer. Something's wrong here, bud!

Having forgotten about Hex for a moment. Sorry buddy, but Harper is easier on the eyes as far as the half demon is concerned. Not that he'd ever tell her that. "What of it' She's my Pookie Bear and I'm her Honey Badger." Rolling his eyes at Hex as he looked back to Harper. "And that's my shirt you are wearing." Now reaching over to snag a new beer before wiggling at Pookie. "You want it...Come and get it." Smirking like the demon he was and could be. Come and get it Poooookie!

When Harper finally saw him and snapped at him, he gave her that knowing grin that she hated and stood to his full height instead of leaning on the bar with his arms crossed over his chest like gotcha bitch~ "Got off work, wanted a beer. I could ask you the same question.." glancing down at the shirt she was wearing that didn't look to be hers.....only to be confirmed by Kane's words....right after those awful words that had him crinkling his nose. Seeing Harper like that was just....awkward for him. She was the sister that never got laid and he could make fun of! If that changed, it'd be weird....At least he'd still have Mynardi to make fun of. She was worse than Harper. When Kane dangled the beer at Harper like he was trying to lure her in, his grin grew and he wondered if she was going to go for it. "So much for friends..." he muttered under his breath. Hey, it was his first impression, he could assume if he wanted to!

She didn't even want to know what was going on in her brother head, but the stupid grin on his face had her scowling something fierce. She swatted the air near Kane as she strode forward as he talked about their nicknames. "Dude, shut your cockhole." She growled. Okay, maybe she was a bit weirded out by her brother seeing her talk like that to someone, but the dangling beer was worse than a lure to a fish as she puffed her cheeks at him and almost snatched it out of his hands. "Ass." She barked, only to reach next for a bottle of harder liquor from the shelf. If she was dealing with Kane and her brother....she was going to double fist her liquor.

Kane looked between the two as it looked like he was going to get a first hand lesson in how Harper dealt with her family when they were around, and so far. He might have been a little jealous but amused at the same time. "Shut it." To Hex as he started in on Harper. So cute. Kane defending Harper against her brother. Probably would make both of them gag, or for Hex to laugh and Harper to want to hit him. "You love it." Taunting at Pookie, as he started to try and lure her in closer, just for the hell of it. Now looking between the two again as Harper moved for the harder booze. "Mind handing me one?" He felt like he would need it too.

"No," he said simply. He was the younger brother, it was his personal duty to be a pain in her ass. With a lone finger curled around the neck of his beer bottle, he lifted it to his lips for a swallow. For the moment, he was watching their interactions. He didn't know Harper had many friends, never mind making a friend with a guy nonetheless....at least out of the arena. "So, how'd you two meet?" Grinning away, and flashing Harper in particular that smile she hated so much after Kane asked her to get him some liquor. He was finding far too much amusement in this. Who had the upper hand now, Harper"! For once, he had dirt on her instead of the other way around.

"Seriously, shut it." To Hex, pointing a finger at him as she reached for a bottle of whisky with her other hand. "I'll yank your Michelin man arms off and beat you with 'em," she warned him before looking at Kane with like you had the power to prevent this! Crinkling her nose at the mention of her so called 'loving it', she snickered. "Fat chance, Snowball." When he tried to lure her in more, she raised that infamous brow at him and moved in....only to step on his toe while she was all up in his business, regardless if her brother was standing there or not. Putting a good amount of her weight -even if it wasn't all that much- on his foot as she reached to snag the beer and had a smirk on her face. Even if it didn't hurt him, she felt better now. Taking a step back, she'd go for getting off from his foot before handing him the bottle of whisky. She wanted Jim Beam anyways. Flashing Kane a smile, she looked at her brother with consideration. She didn't answer, actually. But the look on her face was pure contemplation. Did she want to defend her dignity, or did she want to scar her brother for life" Decisions...

Sideways glance to Hex as he suddenly wanted to shoot the poor guy. Huh. The half demon was on a roll of wanting to shoot certain people that he had come across with as of late, before he shook that though off and took another long swig of the beer. Though he did catch that the two liked having dirt on the other. The joys of having a sibling, and the joys of dealing with it. Now looking at Harper as she just had to step on his toe, earning her that deep demonic growl that she secretly loved to death. Even if she wanted to deny it all day long. Kane knew better. "I know better, Moonbeam." Waggling his brows at her seemingly not caring that her brother was like right there watching them, as he snapped his teeth at Harper. Shaking his foot out once she got off of it, and was tempted to boot her right in the backside. That'll teach her, before taking the whiskey with a shrug. Now starting on it, before looking to Hex at his question. With a sideways glance and wink for Harper. "How did we meet?" Pausing for effect as he slowly leaned towards Hex, while keeping his eyes on Harper. "The glen. As for what we did upon our meeting?" Slow glance back to Hex. "I don't think Harper would like me telling everything that we were doing there to her family. I will say this. She didn't complain and she loved every single moment of it." A slow devil may care grin on the half demon's face.

He snickered under his breath at Harper's display of stepping on Kane's toes....literally. As for shooting Hex, you should probably pack a rocket launcher. It'd take more than a pistol to stop him, maybe slow him down for a moment or two but that was it. He'd taken plenty of bullets in the Saints. Then Kane was leaning toward him and telling him how they met....There was a blatant look of skepticism as Kane told him that bit of information, making him raise a brow at the man. A glance to Harper, it was her reaction on whether he'd believe it or not. He knew his sister better than that. "Did you roofie her?" He scoffed, taking another sip of his beer. It wasn't in a way to insult Kane as much as he didn't believe Harper would have a random romp in the Glen with some guy. You ask him his thoughts on Harper and he'd call her the most perverted prude he'd ever met.

There was an even wider grin on her face when Kane let out that growl. She liked it, sure. But only because it meant she got under his skin. She snatched up a bottle of Jim Beam, neglecting getting Hex anything because he was a jerk and she wouldn't give him jack **** if he was going to give her Hell about Kane. She caught the wink shot to her, however. Wondering what the half demon was up to before he started spinning that tale. She almost let out a groan and rolled her eyes, knowing damn well Hex wasn't going to buy it, the look on his face only confirming it before she took a swallow -or four- of that Jim Beam before shrugging at Hex like what can you do' "It'd been a while, and he's pretty." That was going to bite her in the ass, but she really wanted to get Hex before he could get her. Hell rules, man. He was her brother and she loved him, but that didn't mean she trusted him! Flashing a forced cheeky smirk, and if only to make herself feel better. None too classy either....her hand came back and she aimed to give Kane a hard smack on his backside. She was not gentle. At all. There really was no winning, but she'd rather get flack from Kane than Hex. Hex had a mouth, and he knew people....She'd pay for it later from Kane, surely.

Kane probably had one of those laying around somewhere, as he had other tricks up his sleeve that most people didn't know about. He had been tempted to plant a slobber kiss on Harper when she was stepping on his foot, just to further giving Hex the image that Pookie and Badger were an item. Waiting as the siblings had their little staring contest. "I don't need to roofie her." Roll of his eyes at Hex. "Sounds like you do." Smirking at Hex before watching Harper for her reaction, and took a long swig of the whiskey when she went along with his story. "She's pretty as well." Waggle of brows at poor Harper, as he hope their little game was having the desired effect that both seemed to be going for. Before he knew it Harper slipped up near him and gave his rear a firm smack, which was returned in spades to her backside. With his arm hooked around Harper for a moment, to steal a real enough looking kiss from her cheek. "Hate to run, dear." Now moving to slip away, and leave her to deal with Hex.

"Nah, roofies aren't my style. Stay away from a guy named Trypp though." He teased, taking a sip of his beer as he seemed relatively unfazed by the accusation. Not that he needed roofies either, his eyes were enough of a pain in the dick for him. Hence why he never took off the aviators in public. He crinkled his nose at the two's back and forth, brows raising at the ass slap from Harper to Kane as he seemed to be just a little more convinced, but not much. It was just biased because he didn't think anyone would be interested in his sister. He was a bastard of a little brother. There was a snicker when Kane kissed her cheek, shaking his head. "You can do better than that," he muttered, watching him as he made his way to leave before looking at Harper like really"

It didn't take long for Kane to get his revenge to the ass slap, letting out a grunt as her own was smacked and she held back the scowl that was threatening her features when he kissed her cheek. "I'll miss you," she cooed, keeping up the charade but held her obnoxious, needy wife voice as she had tempted to stick her tongue in his mouth so he could get a taste of the cigarette she'd smoked....in his room. But she didn't. There was only so far she was willing to take this, losing all respect for herself wasn't one of them. And though Kane's intent was going to leave her with Hex, she didn't humor it. Flashing her brother a smile, she held up a bottle and wiggled it. "I don't hate to run. I'm going to go take a bath and spank one out. That ass slap riled me up," she was going for scarring her brother, so with that she turned on a wedged heel and headed right up the stairs to her room. She got the feeling of dread that this was going to backfire on her tenfold. "Shut up, Nemesis," she muttered to the goddess of Retribution.

The half demon could of really turned up the heat on Harper, just to burn the image of the charade into Hex's mind that they were really together. But he knew that she wouldn't be willing to go to far with their little game. "I'll miss you more." Playing the role of the devoted husband to her. Only to turn as Pookie started to him, and cave-manned her arse right up onto his shoulder. "Sorry man. Need to wear her out again." Turning on a heel and carried Harper right on up those stairs.

He almost gagged when Harper mentioned spanking one out, crinkling his nose with a look of disgust. "Dude..." he laughed, shaking his head. "Gross." He swallowed a sip of beer to wash the taste of bile from his mouth before he raised his brows at Kane stealing Harper away. He seemed even more skeptical, but leaning more towards it may be true as he chugged the rest of his beer. Tossing the empty in the bin, he raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, I'm out." Shaking his head, he wasn't going to stick around to hear it, okay' Gross. Headed right for the door, he pulled his car keys out of his pocket and all but booked it out of there. If it wasn't for the fact he was avoiding Kokabiel, he'd tell their sister about that one just to get Kokabiel on Harper's ass....luckily for the hammer wielding warrior....he didn't want to seek out the angel to do so.

She'd managed to make a portion of the way before she was suddenly a sack of potatoes on Kane's shoulder, letting out a grunt as she dangled. Scrunching her face, she bit her lip and started prodding annoyingly at his butt which to Hex it would just seem Harper was being playful. "Oh baby," she snickered, legs hooked on his arm for balance as her long black and vibrant blue hair swung down. You **** prick.....

_________________________ From live with Kane Darkwing and the other profile is Hex.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 04:54 EST
Click, Click, Bo-....What the Hell Just Happened" Red Dragon Inn and The Glenn September 14th, 2016



The night before had been amusing and a royal pain in the Lilim's ass. Sneaking out of his Kane's room snickering about their little "I'm not sleeping nude with you? banter the night before, she'd left him sleeping so she could go change out of the shirt of his she was wearing into something more appropriate for her plans for the day. Simple, a crop top tank top reading "Normal Is Boring" with a pair of pale blue short shorts, black converse and some blues brothers shades. She'd considered throwing her hair up but got lazy at the last moment and just gave it a run through with the brush...Only to bolt into Kane's room when she was ready, making a whole bunch of racket and leaped up on the bed to start bouncing around going "WAKE UP, FLUFFY. WE'VE GOT **** TO DO TODAY." Hex had left a smartass text on her phone to wake up to saying 'Your boytoy wanted me to remind you that he missed you and you have a....training session...to do. Slut.' Like the proper **** he was.

There would be no way that Kane would sleep all nude with Harper, mostly because it would of been odd for that to happen between the two of them. Seeing how damn near alike they were in sharing the whole feeling of relationships being a royal pain in the ass. Course they both had their own reasons, which neither side had shared with the other, it was just a mutual understanding between them. Once Harper had moved out of the bed, with her totally sleeping all curled up against his frame, and Kane totally not taking a picture of it for blackmail purposes. He totally did, cause he's a bastard like that. One eye opened as he chose to try and get some more sleep, since he had the bed all to himself. That was until Pookie just had to come back and be a rude little brat. "It's Honey Badger, not Fluffy." Muttered as he stretched out much like a cat does, before moving to slip out of the bed. No shame once he was up as he started to get dressed right in front of her. Harper got he full damn show, seeing every inch of him. Not to mention the faint scars here and there that littered his frame.

She was a brat, probably more than that but her goal in life....at least life in Rhy'Din....was do anything she possibly could to irritate and/or scare off the half demon. When he brought up his nickname, she scrunched her face. Lightly bouncing as she stilled herself, she shook her head. "Can't use it all the time, it'll get old. Isn't that right, Snowball?" Flashing him a wide smile at least until the shameless bastard decided to get up and change right then and there. "Dude, really?" She barked, but considering her age and the fact that there was a significant amount of time before modernized civilizations started and clothes were the proper thing to do...She wasn't wholly a prude about being naked. But c'mon, man! Trying to kill the Lilim! She decided to get a bit of blackmail of her own, and not caring an inch for her reputation or what anyone thought of her, she tugged her phone out of her back pocket. The black case read 'Coffee Because Adulting Is Hard', and she pressed the button for the camera, trying to be quick to snap a picture of his butt unless he was too quick and put his pants on before then. She tried, at least.

He could be a brat right along side her, as he caught on rather quickly to her goal to try and scare him off, and to try to irritate him. So far she had a few moments of irritating him, but the whole scaring him off had fell so hard that it was rather amusing to the half demon. Finding so much fun in turning the table on her each and every time she tried her scare tactics on them, which led to some interesting moments between them. Some very interesting moments, such as the one last night which brought them to the current moment. "You have a point, Gorgeous." Just to push more of her buttons like she liked doing to him. Such a vicious cycle they were going through. As for Kane's own deal about being nude" He generally slept in the nude, but tended to wear at least some pants around others. Didn't want to show off the goods that much, as it would ruin the fun. "Plus. You like what you see." Turning the tables on her, or at least he was trying to as he looked at her. Right when she pulled out that phone. Yet to late to stop from her taking a picture of his bare rear. "If you wanted a nude photo..Should of just asked." Ha! Now pulling his pants up, but no shirt though.

She scowled at being called Gorgeous, there were plenty of things she would say to describe herself but that wasn't one of them. "Oh yeah, fuzzy man butt gets me all ruffled and tingly." She snickered, snapping the picture before he could stop her and there was a smirk on her face as she didn't linger on the photo taken, exiting out of the program on her phone and slipping it into her pocket again. She wrinkled her nose at him, shaking her head. "That'd ruin the fun if you pulled off a Fabio pose, besides. Keeping it for the Spank Bank." Patting the pocket where her phone rested, she bounded off the bed as he put on his pants but left his shirt off. "So, you going to teach me shoot today or what?" Those dark, angled brows lifted on her forehead, rubbing her lips together as she looked at him expectantly. She needed to learn how to shoot, man. She had goals to accomplish, of the Western persuasion involving a beefcake brother.

Oh how he smirked to finding a nickname to torment her with each time she tried to annoy the hell out of him, not that he would say that it fit her. Well at least to him it did. "No. Just my fuzzy man butt gets you all hot and bothered." Totally correcting her, as he might have flexed it at her. Without trying to stop her from snapping a pic of it, as she needed something to drool over in her bedroom. "If I was going to pose for you? I'd made Fabio look average." Smirking rather smugly at her followed with a chuckle. "I can fill that role." When she mentioned the spank bank, before he moved to gather his various gear. "Well. I did promise you that I would." Glancing to her as he slipped the more dangerous revolver handgun behind his back, seeming to favor that one. Followed with the other two holstered to his hips, before moving to walk by her. "Shall we, lover?" Throwing that at her in passing and a sly damn smirk as he moved to open the door.

"No, just fuzzy man butts in general." Did she care enough to correct people thinking she had a fuzzy man butt fetish' No, no she did not. She'd just go with it. She made a face at him when he pulled out the arrogance card, rolling her eyes. "You grow your hair out that long, I'm shaving your head. Just saying," raising her fingers to ruffle her own onyx and sapphire locks with her own feigned arrogance. A sigh left her, "Rhy'Din can't handle that much luxurious hair." Dropping her hand, she grinned when he agreed to it, not like she'd give him much of a choice. She'd just bitch at him until he did it, pulling out all the stops of being obnoxious until he gave in. She was charming like that. Dipping into the neckline of her tank top, she pulled out a tin that held her cigarettes and the lighter tucked in other cup of her bra, noting the guns he was bringing with him out of the corner of her eye. Here's to hoping she didn't shoot herself in the foot, though she wouldn't mind 'accidentally' shooting him. Maybe. We'll see. To the next question, she let her own sly smile show up as she slipped passed him once the door was open. A sway of her hips, and a flash of teeth as she smiled wide at him. "Let's go, Pumpkin. After all, had to etch you into my tight schedule. Can't have you missing me too much~" She mused, and it was clear on her face that she wasn't going to let him live that down. The cigarette was tucked between her lips and she lit it with the lighter, returning both to her bra when she was done. Her shorts pockets were too small to carry much else other than her phone in the back pocket. She was running out of room, man. Boob pockets worked just as good! And yes Kane, she chose to ignore the "filling the role" comment.

"No. You have the hots for my butt, seeing how you are always slapping it or trying to get your hands on it." Correcting her again, yet totally in a rather playful way. Mostly to irritate her, or at least he was trying to do so. Followed with his brow rising to er threatening to shave his head. "You try that and see what happens." More of that arrogant side shining through as he might actually enjoy her trying that. "You have a point. They already have enough to handle with my raw sexual appeal." Rolling his eyes to his own words as he knew no one thought of him in that regard, as for her bitching at him to teach her to shoot. He'd just shoot her in the backside until she shut the hell up, even if it was a nice smack-able rear to be shooting up. She got a glance to her lighting up that cig, before shrugging faintly at it as he knew that wasn't something anyone could change. If she tried shooting him' He has the bigger gun to shoot her back with, which wouldn't be a good thing. As she moved by him, there might have been a smirk to watching her hips sway. He was allowed to look and not touch, even if she teased him on actually missing her. "You are asking for it, Moonbeam." Moving a free hand to smack that swaying rear as hard as he could. Aiming for the one without that phone just to catch her before she could get him. "Shake those hips to the base." Murmured to himself as it was such a shame that she dodged his filling the role comment. Such fun could of been had as he followed after her.

"Maybe I'm secretly into women," maybe she was trying to claim he had a lady butt. Maybe. To his threatening challenge, she raised her brows at him. "....You do know who you're talking to right?" You might as well have double dared her, Kane! C'mon! Now she was going to try to do it. That much arrogance coming out of him had her expression contorting. "See, I know you're joking....but even I want to hit you now." Laughing it off around her cigarette. No, you couldn't change her habits, not really. She caught the watching eyes, but she didn't bother to comment on it. He knew the rule. Look, but don't touch. She'd tolerate him looking, after all she'd swayed her hips, she had it coming. That nose wrinkled at the nickname shot at her, walking toward the stairs until she let out a yelp from the ass slap. Hey, it still hurt, man! Swinging around, she pulled back her free hand and clenched her fist, aiming to send a punch to his shoulder with just as much force as he'd smacked her backside with if it landed. "You bastard," she puffed her cheeks, whether it landed or not and kept her cigarette away from herself as she rubbed the cheek he smacked. If she pulled down her shorts, she could almost guarantee there was a perfect five-star hand print on her ass cheek now.

"Hardly. You were trying hard to keep me from slipping away from you while we slept. Every time I moved" The cutest little whimper came from you till I stopped." Smirking slowly at her as it was hard to tell if he was pulling her leg, or telling the truth. "I know who I am talking to." Grinning as he might be planning to dare her more in the future and making those dares to be of the cruel and evil types. Just to see if she'd back down, or grumble at him and take any dares thrown at her. Then again. He was known for taking some dares in his life, so it could easily backfire on him but it might be worth it too. He grinned to that nickname getting to her again, but shut the door and followed behind her. "Nice." To her yelping out and ate a punch to the shoulder as it was totally worth it, as his frame shifted with the punch. Now shaking that arm out "Seriously need to burn up all that pent up-ness in you." Leaving it very vague on how to just do that as they both started down the stairs. "No no no. Your bastard." Mock sigh as he corrected her as he was tempted to pop her other rear, but he'd do that another time. When she least expected it, and more rapidly.

"That's bullshit." She shook her head, not believing it for a moment. Whether he was telling the truth or not, she'd deny it to her damn grave. She did no such thing! Ever! She had her limits with the dares, she wasn't Hex. But if they were possible and wouldn't royally **** her over" She'd probably do them. Finding out he shared that same fate, she'd likely abuse it as much as he abuse it with her. She had a satisfied smirk on her face when she landed the blow, seeing his frame shift with it. The comment he made had her rolling her eyes, turning back to the stairs and heading toward them with him. "That's the point of the training session. I need to pump some lead in something. See, I have this douche of a little brother, some asswipe decided to chat him up and now the douche brother thinks I'm with him." As if she was just casually telling him a story of someone else, though the nose crinkle was shot in his direction before she took the drag from her cigarette. She pointed that cigarette at him when he corrected her, raising her brows all sassy like while her sneakers started padding down the steps. "Keep it up, Fluffy and I'll take you to the pound." Snapping her teeth at him, she smirked....and was oblivious to the assault her rear may possibly end up with at some point. Her poor booty.

"Not bullshit, Buttercup." Damn him for shooting her with yet another sappy damn nickname, as he'd fully admit that she was a total cuddler with him. Even if it may or may not be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Just because it seemed to get her to be all defensive about it, which made it totally worth it to grill her about it. He'd take just about any dare, to a certain extent as well. Seems they were more alike than either would ever admit, then again. They both had their differences as well. Which was a good thing. "You know. Whoever this douche is. You sound like deep down that you secretly like him." Innocent look when she glared daggers at him. "And I think you brother said that he could do better in kissing you too." Poor Harper. Kane had totally caught that comment from her sweet little innocent brother! "Seeing how I am that bastard. Maybe I should kiss you like you haven't been kissed in years." Yup. Poor Harper as it seemed that Kane was being a sorry little bastard now, and damn him. He seemed to be enjoying it! "You can try to take me to the pound, Sweetie." Said so damn sickly sweet that it would make a nun gag. Followed with him swatting at that cigarette. "Besides...A good pounding would do you some good." Vague once again as he moved around her to head for the bar. Some booze would be needed for this training session of shooting things. Lots and lots of booze.

There was a look of disgust on her face when he decided to go for that nickname. Man.....Buttercup" "I am not a flower," she snickered. Maybe a weed, or a prickly thorn bush. But not a dainty flower, dammit. "The douche" The brother's alright, a little twerp, but I like him." Flashing a grin as she dove around his meaning with little grace. She made a face and almost gagged at his next comment, wanting to push him down the stairs. "Duuuuude." She shook her head, pulling back the cigarette when he swatted at it to take a drag. That sassy brow made another appearance as she eyed him. "Didn't you get enough of a kiss at Tomes?" Did she not understand the concept of kissing" Or was she just being a brat' Because apparently in her mind, she'd kissed him once so that was enough for a century. She really had no concept of time, she was worse than a dog. Speaking of....That sickly sweet comment had her rolling her eyes as she watched him move around to the bar. She was going the dodging route today as she wove around his 'vague' words and played the oblivious card. "Yeah, I've got quite a mouth on me. Surely someone wants to pound it." Or, she could just play coy and make it sound dirty as hell....There's that too"

Yet another slow grin to finding another nickname that got her to want to hit him again, as it looked like he was totally winning this nickname war they had going on. "Fine. Fine. Snuggle Bunny." He was asking for it now, as he was trying not to crack a smile at her. Knowing that she would eventually make him pay for all these names being thrown at her, as he expected her to fire names back at him. She must be losing her touch, that or she would try to shoot him soon. "Whaaaaat?" Brows rising at her when he missed swatting that cig away, before a smirk crossed his lips "Maybe..Maybe not. Maybe I think you should be kissed more often." Shrugging his shoulders at her as he just guessed she was being her usual bratty self. "True. You do have quite the mouth on you, but that doesn't need the pounding." Said as he moved about fixing a portable cooler, with ice and started to pack it as full as he could with beer. That of course would be emptied later, and used for targets. See! Totally planning ahead as he kept moving along to her trying to dodge everything.

He was just wracking up Karma at this point, and she was going to get him back. It's hard telling what she'd hit him with though, nicknames or a bullet. Or maybe she'd just try to **** with him. Who knows! It's Harper! She pursed her lips to the Snuggle Bunny nickname, finishing off her cigarette while she made her way to the bar to stub it out in a tray. "That's a little better, Love Muffin." Oh, there's one! She snickered when he claimed she should be kissed more often, "yeah, while we're at it we can sip wine in front of the fireplace. Take long walks on the beach," her eyes ticked to the ceiling, feigning a dreamy expression and even going so far as pretending to swoon at the idea before she cut the act almost immediately and quirked a brow at him. Getting him right back, turning the tables as she took a lean on the bar top with her elbows, she made a point to sway her back side in her lean. "You offering, Sweet Cheeks?" Time to put him in the corner for once, dammit! She eyed the beers he was putting in the cooler and reached out, wiggling her fingers. "Pass me a beer for the road." She wasn't patient when it came to her beer, and it was beer o'clock somewhere.

He was always racking up Karma with someone, yet so far none of it had really come back to bite him in the backside. Well maybe once or twice it had, but those were in the past where they would stay. No need for him to try and worry about it anymore when nothing could be done to fix it, at least as far as he could tell. Anyways! He smirked to the Love Muffin nickname and made a few kissy faces at her because of it. Soon followed with his brows rising to her ticking off those ideas, causing him to slowly nod along. "All that sounds so perfectly romantic for us to start doing." Nope. She was going to have to try harder to shut this one up. With him slowly coming to a pause to her daring to make that question, with him moving to lower down and lean all nose to nose with her. "Hmm. Pound the hell out of you?" The slightest head tilt followed with a devilish version of that prize winning grin."Sure. Later tonight after I finish teaching you how to shoot properly." Lean back to snag a beer for her and held it out to her. Poor Harper. She placed herself in that position and damn Kane for fully taking advantage of it!

She was on neutral grounds with Karma, typically. On occasion it would get her, but they seemed to be on indifferent terms. The kissy faces earned him a light snap of her teeth until she snickered at his claim of it being perfectly romantic. Fat chance, bud. She wasn't the romantic type. She wasn't all that girly, she'd beaten the girly nature in her with Banhammer a long time ago. And then he was all up in her grill and nearly nose to nose with her. She had an impulsive urge to either headbutt him or be weird and stick her tongue up his nose to make him spaz, and she considered doing both, the latter first until he flashed that devilish grin that almost had her narrowing her eyes at him. Then those friggin' words came out as he sneaked around her, catching her a bit by surprise. She'd expected him to back down, dammit! They had that whole agreement thing, so she didn't think he'd go along with it. She snapped her teeth at his nose and let out a forced playful growl before she flashed him a grin of her own. "Can't wait," she was trying not to hit him as she snagged the beer out of his hands and wasted no time in popping the cap of it. She didn't get specific on how'd she'd take the pounding! Maybe she'd start a fist fight with him to get out of it or just shoot herself in the foot anyways. Never mind the awkward sip of her beer...

It seemed to depend on the day if Karma and the half demon were getting along. One day it would be even, and the next day it would mock him openly. Too bad it couldn't be gagged and shot. Might solve some of his problems. If she tried to headbutt him when they were so dangerously close to the other" He'd probably headbutt her right back, seeing that he seemed to try to one up her every chance he got. As for the whole tongue thing? He'd totally touch her tongue with his own, just to spaz her out, or snake a hand up to catch her by the hair and kiss the hell out of her. Only to jerk away from her, leaving her all flustered in one way or another. Followed with him being a smug freaking bastard to seeing his words got to her, as he got himself a beer too. Top popped off as his brows rose while taking a sip of his own. "It'll be the best pounding of your life." Once again being vague, as he moved to pick the makeshift cooler up and moved out from behind the bar. Mostly because he wanted to avoid running into people, namely her brother as he'd probably taunt them both. "Lead the way, Sweetie Pie Honey Bunch." All sweetly sing song at her.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 05:03 EST
If that came to be the case, they'd likely just end up in a scuffle, head butting each other like challenged children with the swing of fists. The tongue coming out to hers would just get her to try to bite it. She was vicious thing! And she could possibly use a disclaimer that she does indeed bite. At random times, or if you put just about anything in front of her face. He's luckily he still had a nose. "Oh, I'm sure it will be," she cooed to him almost sickeningly sweet as she turned toward the doorway, and the venture to the Glen wouldn't go peacefully....as she started belting out lyrics to Cherry Pie by Warrant in her terrible, brain aneurysm of a voice. "She's my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise~ looks so good brings a tear to your eye, sweeeet cherrrrryyy piiiiieee..." Reaching the door, she grasped the handle and tossed her head back, letting out a Joan Jett, "Ow!" Before laughing and springing down the steps, beer in hand. At least she could pull off Joan Jett's growl, that was about it. She butchered Warrant, though.

That would of ended their training session of going off to shoot guns in a hurry, then again seeing how they were both headed to some sort of physical need to blow off steam. Both probably would of enjoyed it far more than anyone should. If she had tried to bite his tongue, he would of tried to bite her right back. Seriously. These two were both biters, and just loved to torment the other. "Oh baby...You'll never want another." Waggling his brows at her followed by a slow lick of his lips. Even if it would make her want to throw up, but it would just make him smirk to getting under her skin. Onward to the door! Followed with him wincing a bit to her singing, before shaking his head as he had tucked the cooler under one arm. "Is it the way that you feel against my body?" Not that he sounded any better when he tried to sing! "Is it the way that you act so damn naughty?" Kane might be sealing his fate now, as he followed Harper right out the door, forgetting maybe to shut the damn door. With him them moving down the porch steps and off towards the glen.

That....was probably true for the both of them. For a half angel, she liked throwing punches way too much. Even more to people that get under her skin, which Kane was doing a good job at doing here and there, whether she was willing to admit it or not. She had a temperament, okay' It was bound to happen, but that didn't mean she'd let him ever know that! She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his arrogant claim, dark eyes ticking to him as she took a pull from her beer until she crinkled her nose at the slow licking of his lips. She almost almost told him she knew a way to get him to shut up, but she was pretty sure she'd dug herself a deep enough hole with sexual comments as it was. Instead, she just kept belting out more of Cherry Pie...until she stopped dead and stared at him when he sprouted out those lyrics, making a face at him and lashed out with her free hand to shove at his shoulder before attempting to drown him out with more Warrant. Bashee ahoy! To the Glen they go~

For someone that was taught and trained to have discipline as part of that training. He tended to get into fist fights growing up, and had no problem with getting into them now. Yet getting into one with Harper would just seem to be another step in their odd friendship. That and they just loved to get under each others skin, with it being a odd badge of honor when one did it. Though at the current moment neither had really gone out of their way to be insulting or rude, as that would of probably brought the fun and games to an end. As for her digging that hole with all those sexual comments. He'd probably counter with her doing said acts, double daring her to see if she had it in her to walk away. Only now for him to smirk like the bastard he was born to be to getting that reaction out of her. Beer sip as he tried to get louder than she was, as he continued to belt out more of that Escape The Fate song. With him moving up to look right at her during certain points of that damn song, with a waggle of brows here and there.

They were still good natured about it, so being insulting and rude would probably end it, it was true. So instead they just went the friendly....if not weird and twisted way....of messing with each other that probably had those around them disgusted. Worked just for Harper, she had a knack for tossing her reputation to the wind, finding amusement that Kane didn't seem to care much about his either. It was take it as you saw it with Harper, if you didn't like she had a particular finger for display to those that had a problem with her. And the Banhammer. It was probably a good thing she didn't open her mouth then, because it'd just start a massive awkward war of devious intent leaning more toward bedroom talk. About halfway through Warrant, she switched it up to Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', singing it just as horribly....yet somehow worse" She even went for a hip check and decided to be an ass by using him like a stripper pole for a second or two before moving away from him as they edged closer to the Glen. Their friendship was....unique"

Which is oddly something that the half demon really needed since coming to RhyDin, was someone that he could just be that bastard he could be without it biting him in the ass. Such an odd friendship to have, more so that it caught anyone that happened to be around them by surprise. When it came to his reputation' Kane wasn't fully aware what his was, not that it really mattered to him nor would it ever. He'd seen far to many worry about such petty things, that he didn't want to be one of them. So onward to the Glen they went, as he paused to chuckle to her switching song, then smirked to her trying to use him as her stripper pole. Causing him to bump against her here and there, just to further make the moments unique. He then followed her lead again with the needing to just sing so off key it would make a deaf person cry! Kane's choice song" 'Gotta Be Somebody' by Nickleback. Yes he DARED to bring out the Nickleback music.

The bumping against her didn't seem to phase her much. He'd somehow managed to skip past the whole 'no touching' rule to a small extent, more than most however as she let out a coarse laugh about it. Shaking her head, pausing her song enough to -almost- finish off her beer.....that is, until SOMEONE just had to bring Nickelback into this and there went that...She spewed the mouthful of beer, having to lurch forward so she didn't get it all over her but sprayed the ground -and maybe a little bit of him- when she did so. Unclassy as ever, she wiped her mouth with her forearm and shook her head. "You did NOT just go there!" Of all songs, that one too!" She was stuck between wanting to throw the beer bottle at him and just laugh at the situation, she went with the latter however and settled for a shove to his shoulder before turning off the road and headed toward the treeline. Through the woods!

Like he really cared about her no touching rule, seeing how every time they found themselves around the other. The whole touching the other thing seemed to be completely and utterly ignored. With a grin crossing lips to that coarse laugh that erupted from her. Now finishing off his own beer and tucked it into the cooler for later use, only for her to spit out her beer. Nearly pausing in his singing to inform her that she was supposed to swallow and all that, before using his free hand to wipe what little got on him. "What?" His brows rose innocently at her as he totally didn't have a clue on what she was talking about as he looked to his shoved shoulder then back to her. Though her reaction told him that she was totally a fan of that group, and more so of that song. Memory filed away! Poor Harper as she tried to hide it with a laugh. He was onto her! Through the woods they would now be going!

If he would've made that swallowing comment, she would've done something utterly crude with the bottle. Then he probably would've known more about her than they both needed to make known. Leave that to the damn imagination, folks! Luckily, he kept his trap shut and she gave him a look with her sassy raised brows that said it all. "You know damn well what.." she snickered, shaking her head as she kept on through the woods, looking for a good spot to set up the shooting range. Okay, so she might like a little bit of Nickelback, but not that particular song! There were much better songs to go with, man.

Knowing Kane. He would of demanded that she show him the proper way, depending on just what she did with that bottle. Knowing that poor Harper would of growled at him to him being a bastard to her again. Now grinning at her to that sassy brow quirk. "A fan of that song. I'll sing it to you each night from now on, Pookie." Going back to his nickname for her, with a waggle of brows to tag along to it. Easily following her through the woods, as he was part elven so it would be seriously bad if he couldn't follow her through it. Please. She liked that song. She was just denying it to save face!

With a dreamy sigh, she looked over her shoulder at him. "I just love the promise of upcoming nightmares, Honey Badger~" she cooed to him, saving the rolling of eyes when she turned her head away. She paid attention to where she was going. She was graceful being an angel, but she was still along the lines of being a brute, her grace on her feet was limited in the terrain of woodland landscape. Last thing she needed was to faceplant, he'd never let her live it down! And she didn't like the song! Luckily, she managed to find a decent enough clearing in the mass of trees that allowed good sight and even had a fallen tree trunk close by to set up their shooting range. Stopping in the midst of it abruptly, playing it off like an accident as she tried to stop abruptly enough in front of him with aim to cause a collision to 'bump him' in the ribs. Oops~ That is, if it worked as she planned. They were such good friends!

"Now now, My Gorgeous Nightmare. We are getting ahead of ourselves." Mixed growl purr right back at her, as he slowly licked his lips while daring a once over of her body. Just to further mess with her, before he chuckled to her looking away again. He moved with an odd grace of a elf, even if it was only a quarter of what he was, having learned long ago to adapt it into his movements. If she faceplanted" He would of totally started to crack up laughing at her, and tease her about being utterly distracted by those thoughts of him singing love songs to her. Even if it would of been a bold faced lie. With him following her lead into that clearing, and ran right into her when she stopped. Oops. Now looking down at her as he suddenly and innocently bumped his hips against her. "Mind moving so I can set things up?" Such good friends indeed!

She scowled as he used that foul word against her. If he'd just called her a Nightmare" She would've grinned from ear to ear, but he just had to use that other misinformed word in there too. She just plain ignored the claiming 'my' in there. She scrunched her nose to the growling purr and shook her head. Plead the fifth, that was what she always did. As for him laughing and claiming that nonsense, she'd have thrown a log at his head. Avoiding that train wreck, he bumped into her and had her letting out a grunt when he bumps his hips into her, making her look over her shoulder -and up- at him with a scrunched expression. Hey, man. It was practically a hump to her butt, and she made a point of turning her head away and used that smack-able booty as a weapon as she reared her hips forward then aimed for a butt-bump to his front before smiling sweetly and throwing in a "Sure thing, Sugar Lips." Then she was waltzing forward whether she managed to get him with the bump or not toward the center of the clearing.

He mentally made a note right then and there to toss that one out the next time they happened to be around her brother at the same time, just to torment Harper and make Hex gag. Would totally be worth it to see the two of them squirm, even if she held it against him to make up to her. As for her trying to hit him with a log" She might be surprised with how nimble the half demon really was. It was to bad that she was keeping quiet at the moment as some much teasing could of followed. Oh well. It could of been so much fun. Moving along now. Now winking at her to that hump to her butt, as he waited for her reaction. Timing his counter just as she moved to use her smack-able and other things butt at him, with another hip bump. See. Good friends! "Alright, Pookie Wookie!" So sweetly before he moved to follow her, then moved to start setting up their targets. Well really her targets as she was the one that needed training.

There was a grunt from the counter bump to her rear, she kept herself from whipping the bottle in her hand at his head...but she did toss it to him. Letting out a "Catch, Boo Bear," to him as she tossed it his way underhand, snickering and tried not to make too disgusted of a face at the rhyming nickname he gave her. While he went about setting things up, she dipped into her cleavage stash of cigarettes, fetching her lighter from the other boob to light it up. Walking and beer made her want a smoke, and with him taking care of the targets, it gave her the opening to light one up. When the ember of the cherry burned brightly, she returned the goods to the chest goods, standing there with a hand on her hip and the smoke scissored between her fingers.

That grunt from her earned a low growl from him as he might have been expecting her to try to clock him to the counter hump to her bump. Giggity there. With his hand coming up to catch that thrown bottle, with a wink and blown kiss thrown in return. "Thanks, Baby Doll." Oh god. He was going to get hurt soon with all these lovey dovey nicknames for her. Now back to setting up the bottles. Luckily that cooler held empty and fulls ones, try to figure that one out. "And done." Once he had bottles scattered about at different distances, before setting the cooler with the still full beers over beside her. "Alright." Drawing one of his seemingly regular guns, and flipping it around for her to take. "No. Shooting. At. Me." Narrowing his eyes, before nodding towards the targets. "Want to see how you do first."

Crude as ever, she acted like she caught the kiss in the air and made a point to not but it on her ass, instead on the tit over her heart. "Anytime, Snootchie Boochie." Did she just go Jay and Silent Bob on his ass" She just might've. She didn't question why there were that many empty beers in the cooler, they were useful now as she sucked down her cigarette as he walked over to her. When he pulled out on of the guns, flipped it to give her the butt of it and put that damned restriction on it, she gave him a pout. One hell of one too. "Party pooper," grumbled the Lilim as her fingers curled around the butt of it and she took it from his grasp. She looked at him then at the targets, eyeing them skeptically. She knew just how bad of a shot she was, enough so that Hex wouldn't let her around his toys anymore. She took the last drag of the stick before dropping it to the ground, squishing it into the damp earth with the toe of her sneaker before turning toward the targets and lifted the gun. What was wrong about this scenario' Everything. Her stance was wrong, she held the gun like a damn thug like what she learned about shooting one was in the movies, and she'd be lucky if the hammer didn't bust her finger when she pulled the trigger. Sure enough, she popped off a couple rounds and squeaked at the loud bang that accompanied it. It wasn't fear on her however, she liked guns, just didn't know how to use one and the loud crack always jumped her. Did she hit anything? A tree way off in the distance and the ground. No where near the targets.

He matched it by placing his hand over his own heart, acting like they were so in love with the other. To the point that it would make people like her brother gag and run, and those silly love sick people swoon. Great actors they were. "Forever and always, Angel Eyes." Nope. He totally didn't just use that name on her in reference to part of what she was. With him now moving once she took the gun from her, just so she didn't try to shoot him. "Maybe so, but you shoot me. You have no choice but to baby me till I am healthy again. Waiting on me hand and foot. Without whining about it." Ha! As he watched and waited for her to start shooting. Hoping that no one showed up to eat those bullets, then again. He might of found it funny as hell if someone he didn't like happened to get shot. Oh right, back to looking Harper over and her form...Probably in more ways than one, but he was freaking aloud! Lucky for her. She missed the facepalming from the half demon to her utter lack of knowing what to do. She had been serious that she was a bit blonde on the subject matter. "Stop. Just stop." Sighing softly as he moved up behind her, and that means all up against her. From behind of course, followed with him nudging here and there. With his hands moving to shift her into the correct stance, then moving his hands long her arms to get her to hold the gun with both hands. The correct way as well. Good thing no one was around to see this, as it probably looked anything like Kane teaching Harper how to shoot. "This time. Aim along the sights and slowly squeeze the trigger." Murmured down to her as he helped her to aim at one of the closer ones first.

Correction: They were the best actors. No one could do it better! But that damned name earned him a scowl, that was for damn sure. It was a good thing he moved out of the way, because the look on her face said she was contemplating doing it anyways. Snickering at his words, she shook her head and flashed him a wide smile, holding up her free hand to wiggle her fingers at him. "Nah, you'd be fine. I'd just heal you. Angel, baby~ I got the healin' touch." She winked and made a kissy face, bouncing her own brows as she insinuating feeling him up to heal him up. Tables turned, mothahlickah! But then she'd gotten down to business and was horrible with it. When he told her to stop, she looked at him with her brows raised like I told you! I don't know what I'm doing! Probably because she was a stubborn mule and got distracted easily. There had been two mentors in her life when it came to combat, Aamon and Hammon. Aamon knew how to get her to focus, and Hammon had made it fun so she could. The whole focusing thing was thrown out the window as she went a bit rigid as she felt him pressed to her back and getting her in position, hissing out a "watch the hands, buster." With her crammed up behind her, showing her what to do with her hands, she kept glancing over at him and was a little bit doe-eyed as she kept herself from going into reflexive instinct mode and elbowing him in the face for how close he was. Face to face was bad enough, but behind, man! Instead, she tried to use a defense mechanism with being a smart ass. "Poke me and I shoot you, fair warning," she muttered, considering he was all up on her ****

That they were! They should totally go into working together in movies and acting and all that crap. They would rake in the money. He took note to her hating that name and was glad he was out of shooting range. "Nope. You have to let me heal naturally. Though you can help me to shower and dress. Be all hands on." Waggling his brow at her in return, before focusing on the task at hand. He had his fair share of trainers, though it had been his dad that taught him how to shoot a gun. Starting at an early age. Not to mention his other trainers teaching him various other fighting styles. But right now it would be the gun training that would be focused upon, and ironically. Harper would be his first ever student. So he'd have to deal with her being a stubborn mule on his own. "Yeah yeah." So close to making a smart assed comment to her, but he really didn't feel like getting shot. That had happened before and it sucked. "You shoot me, and I will shoot you repeatedly. Right in your hot smack-able ass." Growled back at her. "Now try again. If you do good...You get a reward." He paused for a moment. "And you have to hit the target to find out."

She puffed out her cheeks to his requests, not liking the sound of babying him and taking care of the wound she put in him. "Big baby," she grumbled, scrunching up her face. She'd been shot before, and it wasn't a huge deal to her. It was temporary pain that she could heal, but she had that perk....the half demon didn't clearly. The only thing her hedonistic dad taught her was to stay away from getting attached to men because they were trouble, her mother had taught her individualism. Everything she learned in how to protect herself was from demons and fallen angels that weren't all that divine anymore. So her methods were rather unorthodox for an angel. But she figured out how to be a pain in the ass all on her own, and that's exactly what she was going to be for Kane. She shot him a huffy look when he threatened to shoot her in the rump, though. At least until she smirked a moment later, "No you won't, you like it too much." Ha. Because distracted student will be obnoxious, "You called my ass hot," laughing about it and the growl that came from him. She gave him a skeptical look when he mentioned a reward, eyeing him over her shoulder before puffing her cheeks at him saying she'd have to hit the target to find out. Grumbling, she turned her attention on the bottles, determined now to figure it out because ambition was something useful she did end up learning from her father. Her eyes narrowed at the target, and....she might've envisioned a particular someone's head -surprisingly, not Kane's- as she let out a slow breath, and pulled the trigger. Cursing under her breath when the first missed, she readied herself again and manged to hit to base of a beer bottle, making it shatter.

He merely found it amusing that she got all huffy to him threatening that she would have to baby him, if she shot him. Course he wouldn't tell her that he had been shot before as well. "Yes you are." Turning that right back on her as he might have that ability, not that he was going to go around town letting people know. Mostly as some would try to test the limits of it. His father had taught him just about everything that he knew about life and such. So did his mentors, but his mother wasn't around for much of his life. Hell. He didn't even know if she was still alive. Not that he had really tried to seek her out, as who knows what would happen in that meeting. Something that Kane really didn't want to linger on. "I'd like it better if it was in my bed every night." See. He could be her pain in the ass, even if he didn't deny liking her ass. "But I would shoot you in it. Just to watch you hopping around." Sweet smile for her, with a shrug to her teasing him about it. Looks like she got an honest opinion out of him. Followed with him watching as she started to actually listen, as he watched that first shot miss. "Hmm." Elven sight allowed him to tell that she didn't miss by that much, but let her adjust and resettle all on her own. "Good!" Actually sounding rather proud on the second shot. "Try again." Letting her pick the next target, but hoped that she would try another close one.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 05:09 EST
"Blow me," she muttered under her breath at his first comment. Only to give him a strange look when he said he'd like it better in his bed every night. What does she have to do to scare this guy off"! She snored like a bear, sprawled on him like a cat, wouldn't surprise her if she kicked him in her sleep or slapped her hand on his face in the middle of the night. Why would he want that every night' Insanity, it's got to be it! Because it definitely wasn't her damn charm. Shaking her head, she snickered. "If I'm in your bed every night, it's because I stole it." She narrowed her eyes at him when he claimed he wanted to see her hopping around. "Keep it up and I'll shoot you in the foot so you can be named Pogo for the rest of your days." Letting her coarse laughter spill out for a moment before she'd done as he asked her to do. She smirked a bit when he gave her that praise, and what? She could be a little proud too, okay. It was her first successful target! When he told her to try again, she considered turning around telling him to 'Run, Forest, Run' but instead she looked around for the next one. Now that she knew the proper stance and how to hold it, aiming was relatively simple now that she was getting used to the weight and recoil of the gun in her hands. Slowly lifting the gun as she spotted movement a bit of a ways off, she squinted one eye closed and looked down the barrel. A deep breath taken and she slowly pulled the trigger...there was a light squeal of what she'd hit and she muttered under her breath, "I'm huntin wabbits~"

He slowly smirked to that threat. "Well...One hell of a way to go. Might be fun." Shifting to let a low demonic growl in her ear, just to try and push her buttons yet again. He knew that she liked hearing it, even if she would deny it to her grave. "That so." Pondering that for like half a second, as he shifted enough to pull the matching gun that she was using. Only of him to seriously press it against the side of that nice smack-able rear end of her's. With him adding a light bump of his hips against her swaying rear. She was bringing this all on herself. "You could try to shoot me, but I'll be shooting back. Plus I have far better skill with a gun in combat." Taunting her just a little. "But...if you listen to me." Might have been another lean to her ear. "I can teach you to fight with one with expert ease." A dark little whisper to tickle that ear with such a promise.

"You would say that," she laughed, shaking her head before she grimaced at the growl that came from him. Deny deny deny! That's what she'd do. Admit nothing, plead the fifth, deny deny deny! Didn't stop her from growling herself, stopping and raising a brow when she felt the barrel of the gun to her rear and she glanced over her shoulder like oh really mothalicka" The bump of his hips brought a grunt from her and she eyed him for a moment in speculation. He was making a point but that didn't mean she didn't want to pistol whip the **** out of him in that moment. Narrowing her eyes then when he went on about it, she tilted her head. "Oh yeah' And what?s the catch?" She scoffed, not trusting that dark whisper for a moment as she gritted her teeth against the tickle of heated breath on her ear. Youuuuu priiiiiick. She lowered the gun in her hands, flashing him a cheeky smile before....instead of trying to shoot or pistol whipping him, she released the gun with one of her hands and reared her arm forward then drove it back, aiming to elbow him in the sternum.

"Not even going to deny it." Slight shrug of his shoulders as he totally knew better to her trying to deny it with every fiber of her being. No matter how hard she tried, that bastard half demon knew better. Followed with a sly smirk that said hell yeah right back at her. Guessing that his dual action probably got her to want to attack him, which could of ended up in different ways. Though it could of been loads of fun, or consider a freaking messed up date with these two. They both were a bit crazy in the head. "Hmm. The catch?" He'd have to ponder that for a few moments, as he could try to be an actual prick about it. Which was probably what she was expecting from him, and probably what some others would expect from him. Soon followed with a growl to that elbow crashing into his sternum, getting a knee jerk reaction from him. Was it popping a literal cap in her ass" Nope. She earned herself a sudden and semi hard aimed bite to the spot where her shoulder and neck met. Of course if it landed" Not hard enough to break the flesh, but might just leave teeth impressions.

"You'd call me a liar if I did," she snickered, shaking her head at him. "Yeah, the catch," almost glaring at him now, not trusting that contemplation on his face as she echoed his question. Smirking up a storm when her elbow landed, she seemed almost proud of herself. .....Then he was biting her and she hissed through her teeth, the hiss quickly turning into a growl then a growl of frustration as she gripped the gun in her hand. "Alright, **** You asked for it." She spun around, risking his teeth tearing up her shoulder or scratching it as she turned to face him and aimed the gun at his thigh, just above the knee and looked like she was about to pull the trigger....Was it worth it' Guess she'd find out..

"That I would...and I know that you lie about enjoying hearing me growling in your ear." Smirking like a smug bastard that he seemed to be slowly becoming. Now back to pondering her question, as he had lowered his own gun. No longer was her rear in danger of getting shot. Then onto him biting her like come hungry beast that seen her as his prey, well not really. But she elbowed him first, so she deserved what she got! She got lucky as he had just let go when she started to whirl around. "You elbowed me in the damn sternum!" Snapped back at her, before looking down just in time to see her press the gun into his thigh and pulled the trigger. As fast as he was, there was no damn way he could move fast enough. So he'd counter in the only way he knew. The matching mate was snapped up and pressed to her shoulder. If she shot, so would he.

"Tch.." was all she said about his claim, shaking her head. Denying it was pointless, especially knowing he'd call her a liar either way. And really, she just wanted to wipe the smug look off his face because he'd bit her and now she was a bit....frustrated. How did she take care of that' With violence. So now she was pressing the gun to his thigh, and though her finger was on the trigger, she'd started to squeeze and paused when she felt the barrel of the gun to her shoulder. Gritting her teeth, she wasn't liking the placement all that much. Sure, she could heal herself, but paranoia of damage lasting even after healing for someone that wielded a massive war hammer....She was still half human. "Yeah, I did! And you had it coming," maybe he did, maybe he did. He probably did. She didn't know, she was frustrated and wanted to beat on him. Instead of pulling the trigger....she full on tossed the gun aside but that didn't stop her from lifting her other hand and bunched it into a fist, pulling back quickly and aimed to sock him in the jaw. You poke a bear....or more bite a bear....it's going to bite back dammit!

Hard to tell if he'd call her a lair if she denied it, as he'd probably be playful in the whole matter. Though he guessed she just wanted to wipe that smug look from his face, not that she was the first one nor would she be the last one. Not that he really cared one way or the other. Even with the dual pressing of the guns, one to his leg and one to her shoulder. Sure he'd heal from the gun shot wound, with it just being another of a long list of battle scars. Yet he seemed to be waiting for her to make that move. To flip that damn coin. "Just because I whispered a promise in your ear" Hardly. I was going to be nice and just say we hang out." Poor Harper. Jumping the gun. HA! Get it! Oh wait she tossed her's aside, which got him to do the same. Not to worried about them getting damaged. Not fully lowering his guard, yet the sudden hay-maker landed flush on his jaw, forcing him to take a hard step in the other direction. Seemingly just standing there for a brief moment, as he was normally not one to throw a punch at a girl. Unless they wanted to brawl like he did. So' Without a single hint of warning, as his left hand curled into a fist. "Lets Rock." And snapped out a counter punch aimed for her jaw.

Questioning her at the moment was pointless. She was frustrated in the sexual persuasion and violence was her only remedy. Endorphines were endorphines, and that included pain. Normally, she'd just pick up Banhammer and go trotting off to the Glen to beat down some monsters like she used to in Greece, right now she didn't have that option. She had no Banhammer, just Kane within arm distance. So....sorry, bud. You were getting the brunt of the assault from the grumpy barbarian. If he hadn't hit her back, not only would she have found it utterly insulting but she would've called him a few choice words. If a woman hits you and punches you like a man, you've got every right on hitting her back, especially when she's asking for it. And really, that's exactly what she was aiming for. The punch to his jaw was aiming to get him riled enough to hit her back, seeking pain more than inflicting it. The adrenaline rush of a fight and the pain from being hit was what calmed those frustrated nerves, and that's exactly what she got with the fist coming to her jaw. She didn't even try to stop it, taking the punch like a champ as her head snapped to the side, those long tresses of onyx and sapphire flipping to the side with the head turn as she stumbled back and nearly fell on her ass. Reaching up a hand to rub at her jaw, she was grinning. "Party on, Garth," and then she was rushing him like a damn bull, aiming to football tackle him around the waist unless he stopped her.

Catching onto that point rather quickly as nearly getting shot and shooting someone in the same breath, had tipped him off to that talking was out of the question. Plus he was without both of his swords at the moment, so it was either start shooting at the other. Or start throwing punches at the other till both parties had cooled off enough for cooler heads to prevail. That one wasn't likely to be happening soon, as it seemed that both held the same way to unleash those sexual frustrations, among other things. And with these two together" They serious had that in spades, even if both were to stubborn to admit it. More so about having them towards the other. Both were just plain hard headed! He had taken that punch like a champ in his own right and was working it out, though there might have been a slight hint of enjoying it. Probably due to him not having someone to really spar with in a long damn while. Once that counter punch landed, hell no did he drop his guard again as he seemed to shift slightly. "Come on, Baby." Waggling his fingers in a dual Bring It motion, as a wide assed grin crossed his lips. Funny how they went from Kane teaching Harper how to shoot, to them suddenly wanting to roll around in the grass. Watching as she charged him like a bull as he aimed to slide to the left, and turn sharply to aim a hard kick towards her ass. But only if she wasn't able to counter to him moving.

When he turned suddenly, she was still barreling forward. The kick to her ass would've had her faceplanting if she wasn't an experienced finger. Instead of flopping forward like a fish, she tucked her head and somersaulted forward, using the momentum the kick had helped her with -and made her ass sore- to roll to her feet and turn on him. Lips twisted to blow a stray strand of dark hair out of her glaring nearly black eyes as she was hell bent on pounding on him. Or getting him to pound on her. Either way, she was coming for him. Sneering lightly, "You got it, baby." To his little name he called her, a simple pet name that she still wasn't taking to at the moment. Yet somehow, there was a smirk there. Blame the fight, this was what she lived for. A good couple thousand years, and she still treated each fight like the first. It never got dull, even if it was shortlived. Coming right up on him, she didn't charge but she was swinging again. This time, she was rushing forward with speed leading more toward inhuman as she was balling her fist and aiming for an uppercut with her right hand.

Now bouncing from foot to foot once Harper tumbled on past, even if it had been expertly pulled off so that she could whirl around to face him. Though he would of totally laughed his ass off had she crashed and burned so soon into the brawl, on second thought. It was really more of a sparring match than a legit fight between them, yet neither was going to be holding back. Regardless. The half demon winked, waggled his brows and blew her a kiss once she was facing him again. "Come to daddy." So damn arrogant he was, as he seemingly knew how to push her buttons, even if Pookie would deny it for eternity. Next thing Mr Badger knew, she was charging in. Her sudden burst of speed caught him off guard enough, that he didn't react in time. That hard uppercut from her right hand rocked his chin, snapping his head backwards and forced him to stumble backwards. Not to mention it caused him to blink and growl at her, as he took a moment to work his jaw from side to side. Followed with a sharp narrowing of his eyes as he shot forwards, using his own inhuman speed to close the distance. Instead of tossing out another punch, which was probably expected. Kane chose to snap out with a hard snap-kick from his right leg, aiming for the spot right between her breasts.

The 'come to daddy' comment had her wrinkling her nose and the arrogance for sure had her wanting to beat on him more. Fueling the fire, she charged on in. There was her own arrogant smirk when the hit landed, that curl of the corner of her mouth was met with. "Come to Mam-..." grunt! She wasn't expecting the damn snap-kick to the chest, directed at her sternum. The hit landed, breaking past the guard of her arms that had raised when she'd expected a fist to be flung at her. Right between the arms, she let out a wheezing breath as she felt the impact to her sternum and it nearly knocked the breath out of her. Knocked on her back with the kick -she really didn't weight much- as pain rocked through her chest, indicating a possible fracture. The pain only pushed her further as she let out a snarl between contorted lips. Her movements were quick and lithe, turning on her side as she kept balance on one hip and leg -her right, to be exact- as she used her forearms to keep herself in place as the left leg swung around in aim of a sweep from where she was on the ground. Bigger the man, harder the fall. A phrase she'd used against Hex quite a few times.

Oh he damn well knew that his taunts would just fuel her fire into wanting to beat the hell out of him more, and maybe that was what he was gunning for. That or to rile her up further, enough to the point that her smirking at him when her hit landed, got another growl from him. "That'll shut you up!" More taunting as he watched that harsh kick land with enough force to knock her on her back. Though he winced inwardly as he could tell that might have cracked some ribs, as he was such a bastard for fighting someone smaller than him. "Such a cute little..." He didn't get to finish that smart-mouthed statement as she was a quick little thing, and swept him right off his feet. The hard way, as he smacked the ground on his back. Knocking the wind out of his lungs and forced him to suck in a few breaths, before shifting to roll backwards. Setting himself into a crouch before springing forwards, aiming to plow right into her in his own tackle. Surely to cause them both to go rolling around, unless Harper countered!

"Not a fucking chance," she all but snarled at him with her strained tone from pain and lack of breath when he claimed it would shut her up. It'd take more than a busted sternum or cracked ribs to shut this hard headed mule up. When the big man came crashing down and got the wind knocked out of him, coarse and raspy laughter spilled out into the air. She didn't waste much time, using the moment he started crashing down to close her eyes and force her body to heal enough to dull the pain in her chest and knit some of the fractures in her chest together so it wouldn't debilitate her ability to fight back. She was a tough bitch, but she couldn't afford to be slowed down....considering the bastard was faster than she thought he'd be as she opened her eyes to see him in a crouch, only having enough time for her dark hues to snap wide and her to roll onto her back when he pounced. Her legs pulled up in front of her, scrunching with her feet flattened and her hands aiming to grasp his wrists or his forearms, whatever she could grab. With powerful legs that were the strongest part of her body, she'd be going to settle her feet on his abdomen and flipped him over her head, wanting to use his momentum against him to get him on his back once more. If it landed, she'd use her grip on his arms over her head and her flexible athletics to roll her body in a backwards somersault to flip herself over on top of him. If not' Well, we'll see how that goes.

Her retort actually got a laugh out of him as he knew that she was just as hard headed and stubborn as he was, as well as knowing that she'd be hard to keep quiet. Guessing that she'd take any chance to heal herself, which was totally not fair. She should have to just deal with those cracked ribs, and possible busted sternum! She even laughed at him when he landed on his back. So rude she was being, as he did smirked mid leap to her being surprised to him leaping at her. Followed with him, muttering a curse to himself to her being able to react faster than he had hoped. He was a tough bastard as well, but he now found himself being grabbed and flipped over onto his back again, just this time not as rough. Now bidding his time as he waited and expected her to try and take that mount position over him, and waited till the last moment to try and roll over. Trying to catch her before she was able to apply any leverage on him to pin him down, aiming to catch her by surprise to be able to break his arms free to grab her own. Just so he could pin her down, or at least her arms down instead. If not' They would see!

Thanks to his own agility that had caught her by surprise, she hadn't expected him to be up so quickly, so the healing was just enough to minimally dull the pain. She gritted her teeth against the pain the shot through her chest in the midst of the flip, taking it like a champ....Only for him to be ready for her. Before she could even plant her knees on the ground and pin him down, he'd grabbed her and suddenly the world spun for a moment until she was on her back with her arms pinned. A glare shot up to him, those dark hues nearly slits as her legs were now on both sides of him. Those legs didn't stay put long, however, as she gritted her teeth harder and forced her abdomen to bend against the fractured ribs that probably just furthered the damage but she had a goal to accomplish dammit! Aim to snap her legs quickly around his waist, a twist of her hips that brought a pained grunt from her as she tried to flip him once again. It's not the arms you have to worry about pinning, it's the legs, buddy! If she managed to roll him' As delayed payback, she'd be trying to land a cheap shot. Now below the belt however, as she'd be trying to use her chompers against him and would be diving in to try to bite his shoulder as payback for the bite he'd landed on her before. She never claimed she didn't fight dirty!

Seems they were a damn near perfect match in the agility at the current moment, as now neither seemed to be able to gain the true upper hand on the other. Though the slight pain that Harper was dealing with could be used against her, should the right moment present itself. Yet both were taking everything like a champ right now, as he was able to roll her over and pin her arms down. "Well. Caught myself annnnnn...." Unable to complete his playful taunt down at her as her legs locked around his waist, and over they went again as he seen the pain that the moved has caused her this time. He was about to make a comment that she could heal herself, until she was leaning in to bite him. RUDE! So what did he do' He shifted just enough and jerked his head forwards, aiming to give her a proper headbutt to try and prevent her from returning his earlier biting. He never claimed that he didn't fight dirty when it was needed! Just as long as there was no attempts to play nut cracker.

It was probably a good thing she didn't hear him finish that taunt, else she may have exposed her opalescent wings and started beating him with them. In comparison to her, they were very dainty, leaving her not all that willing to expose them or show them off. They had the look of angel wings, but the color and sheen to them were completely off. She never did say what kind of angel she was....but to her knowledge, she assumed angel. Most of Asmodai's kids were clueless to their real blood. But that was then, and here was now. She'd managed to flip him and before she managed to clamp down on him or get any hold with her teeth. She was being headbutted! Double rude! Her head snapped back and she leaned up some, distracted from her previous goal by the pain that raddled her noggin. The heel of her hand rubbed the area and she growled at him, "son of a bitch..." And while still straddling him, she'd be aiming to send another right hook to his cheek. If she was going to have a splitting headache, a busted sternum and fractured ribs, she'd give him a black eye dammit! Or try to....

And no worries, Kane. She'd bite, kick and poke you in the eye, but sack taps were purely off limits. Just like cunt punts were just as much of a low blow! Leave the pelvis breaking for bedroom talk!

Had she flashed her wings at him for that taunt, then he would turn around and flash off those demonic wings of his. Which matched him to a tee, unlike her possible girly wings. That would of been a sight, both sets of wings in full view and used to smack the other around. As his wings, would of looked like a deep blue glowing leather, not that the half angel would of been impressed. Not that he really knew what type of demon his father was, or what it really made him. Only that he was born with the ability to transform into his own demon form, not that it happened that often. "Ha!" Smirking all smugly as his headbutt landed, even if he got a headache from it. Damn! She had a hard head, but so did he. "Hey now....Lets leave our parents out of this." Said moments before she she freed her arm and socked him in the damn cheek, probably giving him a black eye here shortly, forcing his head to turn to the side. Growling up at her as he would suddenly lash out in return. Aiming a balled up fist right for those possibly fractured ribs. Least that was his goal. No worries, Harper. The only low blows he would be giving her would be in the bedroom, or where ever else they were if the need to pelvis breaking was needed. Not that there was any sexual heated tension between the two of them that needed to be burned off. NOPE! Not a single bit.

She'd probably laugh if anyone came out on an angelic and demonic fight, wings out....it would probably look like a beastly fight....if it wasn't for the image of them just slapping at each other with their wings like school girls on the playground came to mind right after it. She'd just try to get as many feathers up his nose as possible to send him into a sneezing fit. The 'ha!' got a face from her, contorted with pain from the strike to her noggin. She did have a hard head, but it wasn't made of steel. Surely, there would be some backfire of him headbutting her though. The parents comment had her letting out that laughter, however. No parents in this? Worked just fine for her. She was still iffy on talking about them. Daddio was one thing, but Mom' She'd leave that alone for now still. Her grin spread as her blow landed, mimicking him with a "ha!" of her own directed almost in his face....until the blow to her already cracked ribs was made and her breath left her in a gust of a groan. Don't mind the further sickening crack of her ribs that had her grunting in pain and actually rolling off him. Once cracked was now definitely broken as she let out a strained growl. "You fucking dick.." she grunted, rolling onto her side now that she was off him. At least until her expression contorted with a snarl and she was sending her own left fist aimed right at his ribs since he was within reach and she had rolled with her still facing him. There wasn't as much force behind it as their could have been if it landed, mainly due to her position being on her side and it being her off-hand.

Nope, no sexual tension at all! Not in the least. They might as well be monks around each other. Cough.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 05:12 EST
That probably would of been one amusing sight for someone to walk in on, with the two of them trying to smack the other with their wings. Probably with them trying to crack the other hard enough to send the other staggering back, but perhaps another time. Kane would totally cheat and try to use his wings to try and draw her in close, because he's a bastard like that. Oh well! Seriously. He was going to need something to kill off that headache later, and now for the multiple blows to the head from her hitting him. As for his parents" He wasn't much for people talking shit about his dad, as it was rough on the man raising a young son on his own. His mother" That was a different story. Moving on now. When she let out her own 'Ha' in his face, his teeth snapped out at her. Not actually trying to bite her as a growl followed soon after it. That thrown punch might have been harder than he meant it to be, but too late now as it got Harper from being perched over him. "And you're an annoying twat!" Snapped back at her, as he laid there for a moment. That was until she decided to throw a punch into his ribs, even without much force behind it. Didn't stop it from stinging, or getting a growl out of him. Now rolling over to try and place himself in the dominate position over her, aiming to use his legs to clamp hers together. As well as his hands moving to pin her arms to the grass. Such an evil bastard to try and take advantage of her right now! They might as well stop all this fighting and sign up right now! Not like they would serious consider that way of life. Both were to foul mouthed and violent, besides. If they both became monks, then they would never have these 'non' sexual frustrating sparring matches!

She wasn't close to her father, considering his position in hell and being quite the introverted type otherwise with the exception of her mother. Her mother" That was a touchy subject on a multitude of levels. Highly protective, the half breed would likely swing her hammer at anyone who so much as looked at her mother with disrespect. Zero tolerance for more shit to happen to the woman than had already been done to her. But yes, moving on! "Yes, yes I am," she laughed out in a rasp, only to groan at the pain brought by the laughter itself. She snickered when the punch landed and got a growl from him, only to grit her teeth and hiss between them when she was moved. Pain shot down her side and through her chest with each movement and she probably would've fought harder had it been a life or death situation. It wasn't like Kane was going to try to kill her, and this wasn't the arena so she wasn't playing glory hound for the moment. She was sore, and reallllly wanted a cigarette. From the feel of it, it had fallen out of it's spot in her bra with one of the tumbles made, glad that it the metal tin had fallen out before he'd even kicked her in the chest. Nothing like a tin of doom to be driven into your tit! With him pinning her legs and she let out a snarling growl when he forced her arms to move away from her abdomen to pin them. She glared up at him and lifted her head to snap her teeth at him. Her goal had been to blow off some steam, and that's precisely what she'd done, with the endorphines from the pain pumping through her, she was calming down. How long that would last"....Probably not long because Kane was an evil bastard.

Ha! Not going to happen. Harper could probably go to the celibacy route....until she broke that oath and had Karma shoved up her ass. But orange robes really weren't her color. And she liked arenas too much to go for the whole peace and love Buddha crap. She needed to swing her hammer, man! She neeeeeded it!

Rather ironic how they had so much in common with their parents, well for the most parts just certain things flip flopped. Moving on indeed! Her actually admitting it got a laugh out of him, even if they had been spending the last few minutes beating the ever living hell out of the other. As they now found themselves coming down from the fight, as he growled back down at her. Shifting around to try and make sure that she wouldn't be trying to wiggle and worm her way out of his hold. Which would allow them both to catch their breaths, even as she glared up at him for causing her ribs to hurt all the more. Yet now that he was once again on top. Giggity. Too bad her tin was out of reach right now, not that Kane wanted a face full of smoke, and never mind he might have as in did wiggle his hips against hers. Just to find more leverage over her. Damn evil bastard! Slight tilt of his head as he stared down at her as their dual sets of endorphins were starting to finish running their course. A slow grin crossed his lips. "Seems I caught myself a little angel." Yup. He just went there as his pupils shifted to a deep glowing red, perhaps playing the role of the evil demon. Not that he would do anything bad at the moment. Seems both of them had already broken that celibacy route, and both had met Karma. As for the robes and being all polite and such' Yeah no. Kane preferred his way of life, even if one of these days it would catch up to him and bite him in the ass. As for what Harper needed" Kane can help with that!

That glare narrowed as he was wiggling around and getting a hold on her. The only option she had was perhaps lifting her leg to nail him one....but even the ruffian angel wouldn't stoop that low. With the endorphine rush subsiding, leaving more pain than enjoyment out of what the pain also brought, she was reluctant to put up too much of a fight at the moment. And if he'd strike up a smoke for her at the moment, it was unlikely she'd be mean and blow the smoke in his face. She wasn't evil, dammit. Just a hard headed bitch at times, blowing smoke in the faces of those that didn't like it wasn't in her interest. She took more to the human in demeanor than angel, even if by human it was more barbaric than most. His words had her snarling at her, contorting her features and it was clear in her nearly black hues that she wanted to punch him in the throat for that one. Luckily for him, he had her arms pinned. "Now what the hell are you going to do, Demon Boy?" Considering she saw the shift in his own hues. She didn't look all that angelic at the moment, with her hair a mess and tangled with leaves and twigs from rolling around on the ground. Her clothes were turned every which way, leaving her relatively roughed up. The crop top tank top she was wearing had lifted just below her chest, exposing ribs that were already a gruesome purplish bruise from the breaking. Yet she didn't seem phased by it other than the pain itself. When she could manage, she could heal it at least enough to dull the pain and set the ribs.

Kane would love that too much. She wasn't in any position to give what he wanted, he was being an assbutt. Yes, an assbutt! She's leaning more towards the whole 'Banhammer' idea thanks to that angel comment.

That glare earned her that smug assed grin in return as he finally got a proper hold of her, as her lifting that leg up to nail his family jewels would of been a fowl move. Yet he didn't seem to worried about her doing that to him, so that idea disappeared completely from his mind. He also took notice that she wasn't trying to fight him off, before he slowly moved one of his hands from pinning one of her arms down. Eyeing her as he happened to catch sight of her tin and was actually trying to reach for it. "Well. First off. No trying to get free, and I might give you a cig." Down at her, as his fingertips brushed against the tin. Never mind her getting a slight close up of his bared, and kinda sweaty torso. Yeah both were going to need a shower after this. "As for what I am going to do Angel Girl." Now leaning back a bit as he held her tin of cigs in his hand, cruelly dangling it just out of her reach. "I could be cruel and steal a kiss from you for these." Dangle dangle, before tucking it in his back pocket then moved his other hand. Eyes remaining on her as he actually tried to fix her tank top. Well as best as he could, unless she wanted to lash out at him. If she behaved herself and didn't. She'd find herself getting a cig from him, yet he remained in place over her. Harper would love that as well, no matter how much she tried to deny it. Demon boy was getting to her! Making her a assbutt as well, and to bad that Banhammer wasn't around, or she could try to use it against him.

There was a stretching and splaying of her fingers when she shifted position to pin her with one arm, like she was considering lashing out against him again. It was the possibility of getting a nicotine fix that had her stopping that thought dead in it's tracks before it became an action. Her hands settled again, and she was unnaturally quiet. Nicotine was on the line, man. And the ball was now in his court when he actually reached for them, giving her that sweaty view that she might've crinkled her nose at it. Oh yeah, they both needed a shower. Desperately. She was sweaty herself, and filthy from rolling around on the woodland ground. You don't even want to know where she had leaves and twigs, man. You really don't. There was a low-ranged growl that came out at the nickname, and she considered biting at him again for it but luckily for him, he pulled back just as she was about to open her mouth. Her head had lifted just a smidgen and her mouth had started to open as she looked up at him with that I didn't do anything! look and her head settled back onto the ground. The claim of being cruel and stealing a kiss had her narrowing her hues at him, "you'll come up with any reason won't you?" Was the nicotine worth it' Was it"....She was considering that for a moment. She really needed a cigarette, man. She gave him a strange look that seemed skeptical and a bit surprised at the fixing of the tank top, that little tilt of her head like huh, would you look at that" And she didn't behave herself, even if it was an internal struggle. Call it the warrior in her that had her muscles thrumming with a need to lunge him off her for being pinned to the ground, but she forced them still. The pain in her ribs helped with keeping them at bay.

Technically, she could call for Banhammer with it being tied to her.....But she didn't. She wanted to beat on him, not cause holy damage to half demon...

Oh just because he freed that arm of hers didn't mean that his guard had been lowered at all, yet oddly he really wasn't expecting her to attack. Even if he might of deserved it, as he continued to not give her that cig just yet. "We both need to shower." Flashing her a sly grin, not that he was in a hurry to move, though that would of been the gentlemanly thing to do. Like she was a lady in her own right, so she now had a half demon perched over her, as he noticed his quiet she was. That was a first since they had met, seeing how she was a mouthy little thing. On those leaves and twigs she had in places he didn't want to know" He might help remove them. Maybe. He growled back at her with a snap of his teeth, totally seeing that poor attempt at her being innocent, as he knew better. She was just as rotten as he was. Brows then rose to her accusing him finding ways to kiss her. "Sweetie. I said that I could, didn't say that I would. More fun when both parties are willing." Winking down at her, as he finally freed a cig to spin around and pop it into her mouth. Followed with a snap of fingers to create fire on the tip of a finger for her to light it, then one for himself. Oh he could counter her Banhammer with Worldslayer, which would push things to a far more dangerous level between them. Sparring" That was fine with him, but just like her. He didn't wish to serious harm her. He had no reason to.

He'd be an idiot to lower his guard, and she'd have called him out on it and hit him on principle to prove a point. But he was surely smarter than that and she kept herself from smirking about it. There was a raspy laugh followed by a wince when he commented on the shower. "That's the understatement of the fucking year." She didn't act like much of a lady, but deep....deep....deep down, maybe there was a little bit. Good luck finding it beneath the muscle and warrior in her, however. With the mix of Barbarian in there, too. She snickered at the growl when he caught her feigned innocence and it was clear he wasn't buying it. Another smart decision. A crinkle of that nose to being called 'Sweetie' but with their back and forth of nicknames, it wasn't the worst one he'd called her lately. "Good point," she smirked. "You'd just get bitten anyways." Would he" It was hard to tell at this point. Her head was still a bit scrambled from the headbutt and pain rocking through her. And her mind mucked up with nicotine need. And then she looked at him like he was the best thing ever when he was giving her that fix because she'd expected him to be a dick about it instead. She probably could've kissed him just then, but sorry bud, she used her lips to curl around the filter instead. Holding it in place with her mouth as he lit it for her. When he sparked up a cigarette for himself, one of those bold brows darted upward and a bit of a smirk contorted her features around that cigarette before it was muffled by her cheeks hollowing for a pull from her own cigarette. You know it was a good fight when someone that doesn't smoke lights up a cigarette. Her freed hand snaked between them so she could scissor it between two fingers and pull it from her mouth. "Needed that," whether she was talking about the fight or the cigarette, it was hard to tell. But she didn't look like she was aiming to move just yet. She was taking a breather, so it was unlikely she'd budge until she was done with her cigarette.

Yeah.....how about the half breeds keep the doom weapons to themselves, eh"

Which would of probably ended with him tossing that tin as far as he could, and deliver more blows to her already cracked and broken ribs. Not a good thing to do, but Kane would guess that Harper would of frowned if he didn't pay her back in someway. "Maybe together." Smirking down at her as they was unlikely to happen anytime soon, seeing how they both were to stubborn on the matter." Deep down. Kane could be nice and a gentleman, but those were few and far in between now. Though if she was a lady, the half demon could draw it out. Even if it was just for him and himself alone. That would of been fine with him. "Surprisingly I make many good points, just people aren't always wise enough to listen." Single shoulder shrug. "I'd bite you right back." Smug smirk. His head was still throbbing from the punches and headbutt, as he was the best thing ever in her life. Well maybe when she stopped denying it. Not like she was the best thing in his life. Far from it! Shifting to let her other arm and hand go as he lit his cig with hers, before leaning back again. Taking in a long slow drag off the stick, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling the smoke upwards. "So did I." Looking back down at her as he moved that demonic right hand to press against her sternum. "May I?" A faint pulse of demonic energy for a moment, as if he might possibly be asking her permission to at least fix the damage he dished out. Agreed. The half breeds shall keep the doom weapons to themselves, and to dish out against their enemies.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his suggestion, though there was a bit of a laugh that was rasped out. "Keep dreaming, Snowball." They were stubborn, too stubborn at times, really. But what can ya do' They're butts. If he was nice and a gentleman to her, frankly she wouldn't know what to do with it. People didn't pull that card on her, but he'd probably get swatted at and told to stop being weird on her. They teased each other, and apparently now beat on each other. If there was a lady in her, it would take a lot of work to pull it out of her. She was too far into her barbaric habits to really turn into a lady now. She raised a brow at him, a smirk etching across her features before she took another pull from the stick. "Mhmmmmm..." like she didn't quite believe it before she scoffed, shrugging herself. "Then we'd just start where we left off again." Crinkling her nose as she didn't care for the idea of striking up another fight just yet. Maybe later. Or another day. And she was totally the best thing, if best means annoying. Then it was totally her. When her other hand was released, there was a few pops of bone as she twisted her wrist to stretch it out. Lowering her arms so she wasn't stretching her ribs, she raised her brow when he pressed his demonic hand to her sternum. She could feel the energy the strongest at that point, coming right from the source to her chest before she seemed skeptical for a moment then shrugged. "I can do it myself, but if you're willing to do it for me, go for it." She fought back the cheeky grin that was threatening to follow that, smothering it by another drag of her cigarette.

That sounds like a grand plan, really.

He chuckled lightly to her rolling her eyes at him, completely expecting her to shoot that idea down. "Not like you were thinking about it, Moonbeam." Flapping a hand down at her, as they were indeed stubborn. As for him being a gentleman' He was kinda being one to her right now, all wanting to heal her right on up! But yeah. Both seriously needed to be locked up together and not let out till they fixed that pent up frustration together. Nothing could be done about it right now. Few pulled the honest lady card on him that much, so few got to see that softer side of the half demon. Beating on the other, teasing the other, hanging out with the other, sleeping together. The list goes on, yet on the sleeping part. There was nothing but sleeping, as both were stubborn. Or both were just blind to what was going on. "Well. It would be evil of me to break more of your bones, but you could totally use that against me." Not that she would ever do such a thing, before he nodded lightly. Another long slow drag off that cig, with the smoke exhaled off to the side. Eyes locking upon her own letting her watch them start to pulse as that demonic energy flowed out of that hand, to course through her body. Aiming to very slowly mend each one of those broken or cracked bones back into place.

"Nope, I wasn't." Liar. They were so far down that Egyptian River that it was almost pathetic. Or maybe they weren't as much in denial as they were just too prideful to admit it. Considering the assholes she deals with on a regular basis" He was being a gentleman. She'd gotten into plenty of sparring scuffles, and he was probably one of the very few that had offered to heal the damage done to her instead of telling her to walk it off. Granted she'd just give them a deadpanned look and heal it herself in front of them to remind them she wasn't helpless, but still. It was the thought that counts. "I could, just like you could've bribed a kiss out of me," she smirked, and it was clear that it was one of those draw moments. Looking through the faint haze of smoke as she took another drag, keeping those dark orbs on his as she watched the shifting pulse of energy that was displayed as he mended her wounds. She made a face, mainly because rapid healing to broken bones always felt strange. It was a feeling that she always made a face at, no matter how many times she'd done it. It wasn't a negative face, though. She wasn't uncomfortable, it just felt a bit funny.

"You're a poor liar." DAMN! He just dropped that bombshell on her, dropped the mic and walked away from it. All in one go. Granted he was still there due to healing her broken body, but still he just upped and dropped it on her. Not that he could seriously say anything about himself. Both were down that Egyptian River, trying to keep their heads above the waters. So damn stubborn. As for the people he has dealt with as of late" Least she hadn't bullshitted him so far, so that earned her some points. Which brought them to the current point, as not many knew this about the half demon. That he could channel his own demonic aura into someone to help heal them or himself. Though he tended to ignore it to just tough it out, not always the wisest of moves. A light smirk crossed his lips. "Sounds like you want me to kiss you, and not one of those weak little one." Winking down at her through the dual haze of smoke, as he took another drag for himself. Still mending her bones as he was focused on that and upon her reactions, waiting for a hint when the deed was done. Even as his eyes was now showing a shiner from her abuse. Okay. Okay. Not really her abuse as they had been sparring.

She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. For a moment, she didn't really have something to say. He flat out called her out on her shit, instead of shrugging it off. That bastard...."Never claimed to be a good one," through gritted teeth. Something that both Jynxx and Mynardi had learned, that calling her out on her shit was one of those weird instances where you can actually get her. Smothering those words with harsh nicotine, but then he was spouting his next lines and she was snickering. Raising her finger, she twirled it in a circling motion in his direction. "See, you're doing that reflecting thing again, Fluffy." Snapping her teeth at him after as she was right back at it, regardless of his hand being pressed to her chest and was healing her. When he was done, she laid there for a moment and finished off her cigarette, turning her head as she extended an arm to stamp the spent filter into the ground. Instead of settling, she pushed herself up to prop on her elbows, looking down to her abdomen and lifted the hem of her shirt to examine his handy work. A wiggle of her torso expressed no pain, so he'd done patched her up without even a hint of that nasty bruise remaining. "Nice handiwork, Chief." Glancing up at him as she tossed the fabric back down, her lips pursed and twisted as she chewed on the pulp of her inner bottom lip. She was a pain in the ass, and a barbaric brute most of the time. But she was still human, and overall an angel. Even if it was in an estranged sense of the word. He'd healed her when he didn't need to. Since she was still pinned under him and couldn't quite move for the moment, she lifted her hand to curl her fingers toward herself. "Come here," leaning on one elbow, she reached up a hand. The least she could do was take care of that shiner and his possible headache. It was always better when someone did it for you, right?

There might have been a slight smirk to causing her to shut the hell up for once, and that she hadn't called him out on his own lie, which was a good thing. Not that he would be like her and deny it, probably just make up an excuse. Seems to be a thing between them. "Maybe not, but that image it running through your mind now." Winking down at her, with a light waggle of brows followed with a growl. Mostly to that making that shiner sting, as he took drags off the cig. "And you aren't denying it again, Angel." Yet another damn nickname for her as he snapped his teeth at her finger, missing by a mile of course. Once her healing was done, and he was done with the cig. He just put it out on his right hand, oddly not even feeling the heat from it then flicked it off to the side. "Told you I had magical fingers." Smirking down at her before one brow rose, as he really wasn't expecting her to return the favor. Just staring down at her for a long few moments of pure silence, as he then shifted his frame to lower down. Hands pressing into the grass behind her as he leaned his cheek into that out stretched hand, gaze once again locked upon her own. Was nice when someone did something for you from time to time.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-09-17 05:15 EST
Clearly pride had something to do with it. Even if it was just a little bit, they just refused to admit jack shit to the other in that department. Nestled in close with their lies and denial, pussyfooting around things, dodging questions and making excuses. They were quite skilled in that, really. "I cut the mental feed, sorry bud. No more images," she smirked, crinkling her nose at him before rolling her eyes at his next words along with the nickname. "Denying it is po-....hey." To him snapping his teeth at her finger, she considered flicking his nose for the hell of it but stopped. He hadn't come close to her finger at least, if he had she would've if anything to see how he reacted to a nose flick. "Yeah, yeah, you've got the Midas touch, Hellboy." She snickered, then raised her brows at him when he just stared at her in silence to her offer. Though she didn't say anything, she kept her hand out and gave him that well, you gonna get your ass over here or what? Sure enough, he was all up in her business more than she'd expected but she didn't comment on it, only letting out a light snicker as her palm was pressed flush to his cheek. Though his eyes locked with hers, there wasn't any huge grand show. The only shift in her eyes was the lighting of those blackish hues that turned a lighter shade of brown like someone had flipped a light deep inside her skull to illuminate them. It was just a flash, and perhaps a warmth that came from her hand as her rapid healing spread through to him. In a few mere moments, that shiner would go through all the stages of the bruise, lightening until it went away as well as the pain from the blow to his cheek and the headbutt, fixing that headache was the easiest. "Anything else?" She didn't quite know what damage she'd put on him other than his face. And so he might have a pretty face that she didn't want to leave scuffed up for too long.

They seemed to have that in spades. Pride. Which looked to be continuing for longer than it probably should now, as it looked as if they both just seemed to know a few certain details about the other regarding the other. "Maybe its time to turn those images into reality." Faint shrug as if he seemed not to really care one way or the other, as he flashed her with his own prize winning smirk. "Hey to you too." Moments after snapping his teeth at her finger, and probably would of tried again if she flicked his nose. Not to mention earning her another growl. "You want more of my magical fingers, Angel Eyes." Smirking down at her yet again for the name and for the look she was giving him. Even if it was rather fitting in one way or another, catching the slight change in her eyes when she started to repay him for healing her banged up body. Eyes slowly shutting to the healing energies flowing through him as he shifted slightly, mostly due to the same reasons as her. Was rather weird to be healed, rather than letting things heal normally. "Anything else?" Murmured in a repeat of her question, before he shifted before she could speak. "Just this." Aiming to catch her off guard and kiss her right then and there. Totally because it was what she had secretly wanted and had nothing to do with him possibly wanting it too.

She couldn't hold back the roll of dark hues when he said it was time to turn it into a reality. She gave him a look, one that spoke a million words as she raised that sassy brow at him like act like it doesn't matter all you want, but you're reflecting again. She crinkled her nose at him, then like the crude bitch she could be, looked at his demonic hand and let out her raspy laugh. "Sorry, Dollface, but uh....those are considerably more pointy than I'm willing to endure." Just to be a cheeky little shit. She didn't seem fazed by his shifting, possibly out of understanding. It was one thing to heal herself, but having someone else heal her" It was a weird feeling, not uncomfortable just....different. Probably due to the fact she was the independent type that preferred to rely on herself being the main factor. "Mhm..." she hummed when he echoed her question....Only for her eyes to snap wide when he went for a kiss. That hum snapped off like a twig with a light squeak due to not damn expecting a kiss in that moment. Or at all. She was torn in that moment, her thoughts going a mile a second. What are you doing, fuckass" That didn't mean kiss me! Why am I not hitting him' I should be hitting him. Bitch, just fucking hit him! Give him another shiner! You're not going to are you....shit.... Had it been the next day' She might've hit him, but after being riled already that day, settling down through violence, and being riled again so soon' She'd chop it up to not thinking clearly as her tense, tight lips loosened and the hand still on his cheek shifted to slide into those white, soft locks and nearly pinned him to her mouth. You fucking idiot.

He chuckled to her rolling her eyes at him yet again, probably because they were getting to the point they could read each other like a damn book. Able to pick out lies with a mere glance at the other the moment it spewed past their lips. Matching her look with a sly grin as if telling her that she might have been right on her sassy brow bluff calling. Not at all minding that she was trying to be that crude bitch that she normally was to others. "They aren't that sharp, guess one night I'll have to show you." Smirking as if teasing her that she might just like feeling them running along her flesh. If done just right. She was one of the very few to actually be allowed to heal any of his wounds, not that he wanted to collect scars. Just trust issues, but Harper had proven herself to be trust worthy. When he leaned in for that kiss, there was the slightest of smug smirks to it catching her by surprise, yet he oddly guessed that she would be fighting herself on what to do. Just about to pull back when she moved her hand up into his hair, followed with that demon one slipping right into her hair. Holding her into that kiss as well, and just letting the damn thing happen. About damn time too.

Still having that internal battle, telling herself to shove him off and walk away before things got too hairy. But her hands defied her as well as her lips as her head tilted into the kiss to deepen it. Though there'd been a fleeting thought that if he wasn't pinning her legs, she'd try to surprise him by flipping him but that was moot in the fact she couldn't move them at the moment. Her other hand moved to his shoulder, curled around the muscle as she kept him there. 500 years was a long time to push off intimate notions, even something as simple as a kiss. And unlike in Tomes, there was no devious intent behind it, just kissing him for the sake of kissing him. Letting it linger for a while, she reluctantly pulled away and rubbed her lips together, still remaining close as she cleared her throat that was a bit raspier than usual. "Well....that happened," she murmured, but made no move to get away from him just yet.

She wasn't the only one that was having that internal battle with herself, as he was mentally telling himself to just pull away before things moved to another level. Granted he hadn't been pushing this away for as long as she had, but at the same time. He really hadn't been looking or hunting for this, with his other hand slowly moving to rest against her side. If she tried to roll them over" He wouldn't of even fought her at all, as it would of only been fair to let her take control of the moment. Yet that wouldn't come to pass as both of their attempts to keep such moments at bay, just came crashing to an end together. He had no intentions of ending that kiss, as he held no devious intents on his end, just kissing her because of the desire to do so. Once she was the only to finally break it, with his eyes opening again and looking at her. Followed with a light smile as his own voice lowered. "Aye." Pausing for a few moments to let his mind race over what to say, as he remained close then slowly started to shift. Not away from her, but shifting around so she could free her legs. Nope. He wasn't showing that he might be a bit flexible.

The kissing breaking, still made no move to get away yet, she snickered lightly at his response at the smile on his face that brought a smirk to her own. It was a light one, a little bit awkward because it didn't matter how damn old she was. She was a woman, and these kind of moments were rare and still somewhat uncharted territory. She wasn't all that smooth with men, finding no need for it and feeling awkward about it on those extremely rare instances that it happened. When he started maneuvering around, she might've thought for a moment that he was pulling away and was going to let him. Her fingers slid out of his hair and drifted down to the other shoulder until she realized what he was up to. There was a bit of a chuckle that rose from her lips as she totally didn't take notice of the flexibility at all. Cough. But she did maneuver her legs to bend on either side of him, a few adjustments made to be more comfortable as she remained where she was, now in a slightly different position of him between her legs. She chewed on her bottom lip a bit, like she didn't quite seem to know what the hell to do in that moment. Those thoughts still telling her to shove him off, and the other part of her saying stop being such a little bitch and roll with it for once. She seemed like the first was winning for a moment as she averted her gaze from him, jaw setting for a moment before muttering out a, "to hell with it," and turned to look at him again before lifting her head in aim to catch his lips once again, her hand returning to his hair. It was soft and fluffy and she liked to play with it, okay"

That he had and it would of been one hell of a scene for the two of them to go off together on some poor unfortunate soul that would of dared to break up this moment between the half breeds. A moment that had been building and building till it finally happened. Even if Kane would of probably smirked to watching Harper shooting the hell out of someone, as for her reward and her remembering those lessons. Maybe the moment going on between them might help her to remember what he had taught her when it came to using guns. Though he'd have to find some more fitting to how she fought and all, just so they both had their own guns. As well as being able to go off shooting once in a while, among other things. Growling softly as his hands shifted down her smaller frame to her legs, catching them and if she allowed it. He'd aim to guide her legs to wrap around his hips, as if to erase any possible separation between them. All the while his lips continued to dace against her own, as his hands would of moved back to their previous caressing of her hair and back. With it being that demon hand gently running along her back.

Just wait until she goes all Western on the Inn. It's only a matter of time, really. It's going to happen, dammit! It was her goal! Her dream! She....might've watched far too many Clint Eastwood movies when they came out with Hex. And it might've been one of the reasons he didn't want to teach her how to shoot. But now she knows! When his hands traveled and their destination where to change the position of her legs, she let him guide them around his hips, a bit of a smirk contorting the kiss for a moment as well as a light chuckle as she locked her legs around him. A light hum left her as she pressed more against his bare chest, her arms coiled around his shoulders until the shiver spread through her at the hand running along her back, leaving goosebumps where the energy of his hand touched. Whether he pushed his energy outward or not, she could feel it being on the opposite path. Maybe it was the excitement of the taboo of angel and demon"

He would totally start whistling old Western themes each and every time she decided to go all Clint Eastwood on someone, while trying not to chuckle at the scene. Even if her brother Hex knew better. Kane probably wouldn't care about it, as there was little that anyone could do about it. Not like the local goof troop Watch was able to arrest anyone. Oh right, back onto more important things! There might of been a muttered 'Better'against her lips, once he had shifted her around and when she seemed more than willing to let the shift happen. As a light growl started to echo against her lips to the kiss just continuing on, while his hands shifted to move further. Still caressing her hair and back, before adding in her sides and moving along her hips and legs, only to trail back up so they could start all over again. Followed with a light grin against her lips to her pressing in more, and to causing her to shiver, even if it was light. Of course he played it off as the slightly cooler night doing it, and probably shocked her as his wings actually appeared from his back. Only for them to wrap around them both, totally not trying to keep her in close. Nope. Not the reason at all. As for the excitement about the taboo of an angel and a demon being together" To hell with that taboo!

You think she won't get an outfit' She's going to get an outfit. And possibly be a smart ass with a lasso....or a whip" Probably a lasso. Try to hog tie Kane. But that was for later dates. The shiver" It's totally because it's cool that night. She was wearing a tank top and shorts! It was a tit bit nippy out, okay' Cough. Though, the ever thoughtful Kane was prepared as he spread his wings and wrapped around them. And you're going to have to forgive her, Kane. Even the amount of demons that had the wings like he did were those that she didn't interact with. Pride was one to be avoided, Lucifer and all that. So those wings spreading out had the kiss pausing for a moment, her lips pulling away -and taking the advantage to breath at that. She was still half human, she needed her lungs, thank you- before those dark orbs surfaced and ticked up to them. She made no move to get away him, instead she raised a bold brow at him, a smirk on her face that was still no more than an inch away from his. And Harper was still weird, okay' She wanted to touch them. So that's what she tried to do. Pulling one hand off his shoulder, her finger tips reached out to get a testing feel for those leathery wings. "Mine are dainty," she grumbled under her breath, clearly not pleased about the look of hers. If she flew anywhere, she was quick and made sure no one saw them, keeping them in their ethereal form.

He'd totally take pictures of her if she got one of those wild west outfits, maybe even try to get her to pose for him. All for his own private collection of course. As for her wanting to tie him up" As if that would happen, though he might tie her up for the hell of it. Yup. Totally the cooler air, than what they were doing to the other, or more than likely what he was doing to her. Even if she wouldn't admit it to anyone but him. Which would be fine with him. No one needed to know what happened between them. He hadn't expected her to be torn away from that shared kiss between them to be drawn away by his wings, though he took that moment to suck in a breath. With his brow rising a bit back at her, while resting his brow against her own. "Careful now." Murmured rather softly to her as his eyes shifted for a brief moment to her hands moving to touch his wings, soon followed with those same eyes slowly falling shut. A light rather relaxed sigh passed his lips to her fingertips brushing against his wings. "Still. I'd like to see them one of these days. Fully." Murmured back to her. "And I doubt anything about you is dainty." Another murmur as he made no move to stop her.

The Spank Bank. That's what he'd use them for. Ha ha! She snickered lightly at him telling her to be careful. She knew to be careful, she didn't like people man handling her wings or being rough with them. Wings or not, they were sensitive to touch more so than touching her skin. It was a different feeling, and his were a completely different feeling than hers all together. Leathery yet smooth, it was like a bat's wings in texture but had a different feel to them all together. Whether she was picking up on the demonic energy that she could almost feel on the tips of her fingers, she didn't know. The only demons she'd spent most of her time with was Belphegor, Aamon and Hammon. The trio didn't have wings. The others who had wings she knew personally were fallen angels and her siblings. All feathery like hers, some were just a bit crispier than others. She hadn't fallen, yet she didn't belong to Heaven. She didn't know if she had grace, really. She figured if she did, she would've fallen millennia ago. Yet hers were still pristine and opalescent. To him claiming to want to see them, with her brow resting against his, those blackish hues darted to him as she seemed to consider it. "Maybe.." she murmured, only to smirk slightly at his next claim. For all the fruity nicknames he'd given her like Princess and Buttercup, that reassurance was taken with stride. Her fingers slid away from his wings to return to his shoulder, her head pulling away from his to smear her lips along his jawline, nipping lightly at the side of his neck. "So....about that shower?" She felt grimy as hell, frankly. She wanted a drink and a cigarette, and sprawl naked because clothes were overrated. All she knew was she was over having twigs and leaves in unmentionables...

The way things appeared to be going. It looked like he would have the real thing for those purposes. So HA! He lightly snapped his teeth at her with a growl to her snickering at his words, as if she ever showed him her wings. He would be careful with them as well. Each tender caress of her fingers along his wings, got them to flutter against her fingertips, and against her exposed flesh they happened to be against. As well as getting a light content sigh to flow so freely from him, as he seemed to be able to pick up on her angelic energies. "You better let me see them, seeing how I showed you mine." Light growl again but it was utterly empty, as there might have been a smile crossing his lips. An honest one. He found it a bit amusing looking back to some of those nicknames that they had shot at the other, before he blinked a few times. Seems that he might of possibly found one that he looked above all others. When she finally grew tired of teasing his wings, and moved to tease his neck. He tilted his head slightly to allow it, followed with him moving slowly to his feet. While keeping her in close. "Shower sounds nice, My Gorgeous Nightmare." Yup. He threw that name back at her as he moved while carrying her. Hey. He had to get his guns and all before carrying her back to his room, so they could shower. Get a beer and something to drink.

The snapping of his teeth and growl earned him a light chuckle. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she rolled her eyes at the old ass saying and sighed. She'd show him, but likely not tonight. The honest smile from him had one of her own appearing, lacking any of her typical sass or smart ass nature, only to widen at his agreement of the shower sounding nice. Yay to removing those twigs and leaves! Seriously, why did she think short shorts were a good idea to wear tromping through the woods" When he lifted himself to his feet, her legs and arms instinctively clamped around him, mostly keeping herself up on her own....and then he was spilling that nickname out again which had her biting a bit harder at his neck with added growls mixed in the midst of them. She'd warned him she was a biter, right' Oh well, he'd find out now. She'd likely assist him in getting those guns and whatnot, along with contorting herself unnaturally to reach into his back pocket for her smokes. She could be flexible, too. And then they were off, and she didn't detach herself, because why pass up a free ride" Ha.

__________________________ From live play with Kane Darkwing.