Overlooking the Contained Chaos

[Arceus]

Fun is fun, till the Daemon ticks off the Vampire

He was dumbfounded at the vampire's skill, power, and speed. In one, momentary move, she managed to jerk this vampire to the side, and completely decapitated him. He wavered a little as he saw the blood run down both Jinx and his mouth and throat, even as he was taken back by her swift grace. However, as she turned around to face him, he saw a few mixed emotions in her face. He saw some apparent guilt, loneliness, and the most prominent, anger. Fury, in fact. He hadnt seen someone this angry with him in a while, save maybe those vampires a few seconds ago.

What did you do to provoke them?!? she asked angrily of him. He could practically feel the fire of her words, and her eyes seemed to bore into him again, but this time deeper and stronger than ever. Worriedly searching for a way to answer the angry vampire, he looked down, and focused his magic into his right hand. A trick he had learned long ago, he placed it on his stomache. Slowly, his skin healed and slowly fused together. The excess spilled blood would have to be cleaned from him at a later date, and he wasnt sure what he could do about his clothes. But they were easy to make and not very durable, so his worry was little.

Finally, he gathered the nerve to speak to her.
Madame, I must admit that I had no part in their so called provacation, as I was simply another inhuman passerby, observing the beauty and calm of this cliffside night, listening to the screams of Lady Sangsue and her fun. I heard a rustle in the bushes, and went to investigate out of curiosity and fear. To my surprise, the two vampires in question rose from the bushes, apparently finishing a gruesome night-time snack. Then, the standoff and violence started occuring. Obviously, I might have risen some tempers by attempting to make contact with my elegant savior, and for that I am deeply sorry. Hoping his explanation would at least calm her down, he slowly looked at the ground, awaiting her to lose her temper and simply toss him off of the impending and intimidating cliff.

[{ Janxel]

Have to try
To break free from the thoughts in my mind.
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Janxel watched closely as the creature on the ground before her healed his own wounds with his "magic." What a peculiar ability to have. The vampire wondered briefly if it was the same thing as witchcraft. For she had attempted that before, but never succeeded. No, witchcraft required supplies. This creature's magic came from within his very soul. She watched as he looked up at her nervously before speaking. She could tell he was only trying to explain himself, and that really he had done nothing. . . . attempting to make contact with my elegant savior. . . The redhead vampire's eyes darkened. Why did he keep complimenting her? She had seen the ways most guys worked, and things weren't looking up for this creature if he kept saying things like that. She didn't find it complimenting as much as she did disrespectful.

"I see." she said curtly. Janxel sighed, and let her arms hang loose at either of her sides. Little drops of blood stained the ground next to her as the dark liquid oozed out of the slashes on her forearms. She stared at it for a second. It did not hurt her; what use was blood to her now anyway? She was not living. The blood was darker than normal in its dormant form. How long had it been in there, unneeded? She could bleed out. It wouldn't do anything to her anyway. She couldn't have that easy of a way out. She almost thought about walking away right then. But she resisted as her curiosity was once again on her sleeve. She clasped her hands together behind her back, and took a short walk around the daemon, observing him from all angles.

"So." she started, unsure how to word her next statement. "You're a daemon. What exactly is that?" She had never really seen the mythical world outside of vampires and werewolves. She wanted to find out.

[Arceus]

Kindness and Understanding is Universal, in every Species and every Heart

As Arceus worriedly explained to the angry vampire, his spirit started lifting as, while she still appeared angry, she nodded and listened, which meant she would at least listen. She might not toss him off the cliff after all. However, he knew that any fell words could easily provoke her, so he bit his sarcastic tongue. When he had finished, she finally said I see. Thank the gods above and the temples of the earth! She had found it in her heart to forgive him, or at least let him live. He really couldn't tell with her, He would have to get to know her better. However, as he noticed when she narrowed her eyes as he in all honesty tried that failed attempt at complimenting her that he would need to avoid the chivalrous sweet talk.

So, Your a daemon. What exactly is that? she awkwardly asked of him. He slowly smiled, glad that she had attempted to give a crap enough to acquaint him. Though that might be giving him a little too much credit, he slowly answered Well that is a question that might need a long answer, and in my case, its a bit of a sad story. Laying down his hurt body, he dreamily looked up at the stars again, taking in their beauty as he tried to recall as much as he could.

In an oversimplification, though easier to understand, we are in many ways similar to the Angels that humans sometimes speak of. We are obviously a tall race of creatures that were "blessed" with immortality. he explained to Jinx, who he was increasingly considering the closest thing he had to a friend in Felaria, outside of Lady Sangsue. He tried not to sneer in anger and contempt at the word "blessed".I like to consider us as silent guardians, tall angelic guards over the world. We distaste violence, but fight when we must. The longsword is the weapon beloved by my people, and we often employ our white magic as well. However, our magic comes not from study, or primordial spells. It comes from the goodness of our souls. I'm sorry to say that my magic is...well, not as powerful as some daemons I have known. He continued, finishing with Thats really the best bio of our kind that i can give on the spot at this moment. Would you mind accompanying me back to Felaria, I might be able to look through some of my records and tomes and see what else there is. Also, I would like to try and be friends with somebody other than Lady Sangsue. Immortality is an awful curse, and i'd rather share the experience with someone rather than endure it alone.
He smiled, hoping she would accept his offer...

[{ Janxel]

Have to try
To break free from the thoughts in my mind.
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Janxel stood patiently as the daemon leaned back down onto the ground to look away from her. A sad story, huh? This was probably going to be a sob story about how daemons are the worst creatures in the world, and being one is just absolute hell. But Janxel waited, with her arms at her sides, still dripping, under the night sky that she did not look up at. She listened as he explained that daemons were similar to angels. Kind of ironic, considering the terminology. The vampire's gaze slowly shifted from the inhuman laying on the ground to some of the trees and bushes surrounding them. Would you mind accompanying me back to Felaria? I might be able to look through some of my records and tomes and see what else there is. Janxel froze.

Her past experiences with males and their tendencies proved to be traumatic to her persona. She did not trust them at all. Not that she trusted anyone, but males she always seemed to dislike. At first glance, it seemed like she was sexist against the opposite gender, because she would get violent and defensive very fast. She was always colder with men than she was with women. But really, she was afraid of them. And no one knew that. And she never planned on anyone ever finding out. So he wanted to be friends, did he? Well, she would give him a friend. Janxel loosed a growl from her mouth, and stomped over to where the daemon lay. She reached down with her bleeding arm, dripping blood on the inhuman's shirt. She grasped the cloth of the front of his shirt, and hoisted him up to her eye level.

Her mouth was drawn into a snarl. "Rephrase that statement and I might consider letting you live." She was not going to put up with him, for she believed he was only trying to get her back to his hideout, wherever that may be. She didn't believe that anyone she saw held innocence. She let out a low growl.

[Arceus]

Understanding can be a Difficult Thing

Arceus immediately cursed both himself and his obvious inability to speak to other creatures in Felaria without being attacked to a simple mistake of words. He immediately looked upon what he said and realized how that might have sounded. Obviously, his hunch proved true, as she immediately let out a growl, saying angrily Rephrase that statement and I might consider letting you live, her blood seeping onto his clothes. However, though he felt a more intense fear than ever before, he was starting to understand how she would react to the assorted things he might happen to say.

Worriedly, he let out a struggling croak I believe that came out wrong, now that I look back on the idiotic statement i just made. I simply meant that after living nearly five and a half centuries, and seeing all those wars and watching my friends grow old and die,I really wouldn't mind having a friend that wont, well, simply turn to dust like those mortals. He almost sobbed for a second as he remembered the faces of those brave and kind friends he had seen die in the wars, and the content, happy faces of those of them that died peacefully. And Worst of all, he remembered seeing them at their graves, decade after decade.

I didn't mean- he struggled, as she was starting to kill him, and every breath grew harder and harder. I didn't mean like a couple, Jinx, I'm sorry for the way I said that. But if I've honestly angered you that much, then please either snap my neck or toss me off the cliff, for it is getting- He struggled again, this time worse than last time.- getting harder to breath in your vampire death-grip. he struggled again, hoping she would at least think about letting him live.

[{ Janxel]

Have to try
To break free from the thoughts in my mind.
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Janxel could instantly see that this creature was afraid of her. And he had a damned good reason to be. But this fact made her slightly happy. One thing that she could not stand was when people stayed aloof through her threats to them. That was one of the things that triggered her to lose control. She listened to his explanation without moving one inch from her stance or where she held him at. She scowled as she saw he was suffering from his own words and reveries. She hated sob stories. But she saw that he was struggling to breathe, let alone get his next words out. But his last statement came out in a rush, and was very straightforward. By the end of that, she knew that she was about to kill him if she cut off his air for much longer.

After staring him straight in the eye for a few seconds after his explanation was done, listening to his gasping for air, Janxel dropped him to the ground where he previously was. She looked down to him as he tried to regain his breath. "I did not ask for your sob stories." her voice had an awful edge to it, but it was not angry. Not exactly. She turned away from him now. "Saying things like that will get you killed if you do not better word them. Misunderstanding is the spark of most horrible things." The vampire raised her arm to the line of her vision, and slowly smeared the blood further down her arm with her other hand. "And no, I will not accompany you." She just wanted to make that perfectly clear.