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.
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.