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[lyra]

Heavy metal doors slammed open as a tall and slender figure walked out into the dark alleyway, welcoming the fresh cool air of a night that almost seemed too ready to swallow the innocent and spit their corpses out to be discovered by the light of day. To torture those who knew and to prey on those who turned a blind eye to the truth. Huffing out wisps of hot air from lush lips, her eyes squinted to adjust to the light of the moon and distant streetlamps. Shadows played eerily against the wet pavement and vandalized walls as if they held secrets, affording pockets of darkness where evil could lurk and wait for the unexpected. She tightly worked her jaw as her eyebrows furrowed above her nose into a frown. She gazed down to her right then down to her left. That son of a bitch got away this time, but it wasn’t going to happen again.

She combed her fingers through her thick locks when she felt a firm hand grip her shoulder. She stopped in her tracks. “Hey, ssweet th—ing…” the gruff voice slurred. “Where you think yer goin’?” The irritability faded from his tone with a snort and drunken chuckle. “Sounds like groin. Hic. So.. ya wanna go there, baby?” He slumped to the side, twisting his grip on her shoulder and pushing it down. She gave slightly to his weight but she was not the least bit amused. Jaws worked and lips contorted into a snarl. Giving further into the man’s weight, Lyra waited patiently for his balance to be thrown off to take advantage of his misstep. Reaching across for his wrist, she spun him. Pinning his arm at a twisted angle into his back, his shout echoing down the alleyway brought a smile to her lips. She leaned further into his back, pressing her chest against him. “You want this, baby?” she purred deeply into his ear, bringing her leg up swiftly and sliding her thigh along his. “You’re gonna need to grow another pair,” she smirked lowering her leg and releasing an ounce of pressure from his back. And then, with one forceful swing, she brought her knee back up sharply into his crotch. Letting him fall to the ground to cling to his vitals with one hand and try to maintain some dignity by holding himself up by the other, a hard kick collided with his side.

“HEY!” A booming voice drew Lyra’s attention up. It was a burly man coming through the doorway after them. Probably a security guard. The inquisitive glance he gave to the man on the ground, suggested he was even worse than that: a minion. The frame shook as Minion closed the door behind him, and the comparative size easily explained the chauvinistic smirk crossing his scarred lip. “Get her you fuckin’ fool!” Commanded Minion to act with haste. The true necessity for this provoked a satisfied smile when Lyra’s eyes trailed down. The cracking knuckles dominating the contained air of the narrow alleyway was like the opening to her favourite comedy. She looked up with amusement and a quirked brow. She waited for the punchline.

He lunged at her. In synchronization to his attack, Lyra sidestepped and in one fluid movement, the palm of her hand at his back redirected his momentum past her and crashing into the opposite wall. He crumbled to the ground, shaking off the impact as she reached for the gun tucked in the waistband at the small of her back. She gave him time to recompose for his next advance. There was no sense in being an open aggressor when goons like this played so easily into their own downfall. Bringing her gun up to the side of her face, she angled down hard and the hilt collided with the top of his spinal chord, successfully knocking him unconscious and to the ground like a narcoleptic baby. “Calm the fuck down, bitch!” Called her mildly surprised attention back to her former playmate. Slowly, the tip of her gun was redirected towards him. A gentle reminder that made the color drain from the hunched figure’s face. He clung to the wall, as though it might suck him away from his current reality and into the safety of the unknown. But the mercy of brick was not his salvation.

Lifelong submersion in the supernatural world heightened keen senses to perceive yet another figure approaching from behind. The footsteps echoed crisply against the wet pavement, each step emphasized with the timed approach. This was no minion. Her theory was confirmed as the crouched man’s eyes darted back and forth, and by the panicked expression one could assume that this was no friend of his.

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[dante]

there's blood on my hands

There was light everywhere; all around him, inside him. It was warm and comforting in a way that he’d never known. Where did it come from, he wondered? Had it been made just for him? Weightless, he opened his eyes and stared into the brightness, which seemed to twinkle a hello back at him.

He reached out for it; knowing that if he tried, it would be solid and welcome his touch. His arm extended, fingers splayed and his jaw set in determination. He wanted, needed that light…was it his? Almost there…he could almost touch it…everything would be alright if he could just—

PAIN!

He didn’t know what it was, but the word exploded in his mind. He writhed and fought against it, but it was too strong; screaming along his body with an intensity that he’d never known. It was burning fire in his blood and in his mind, making him feel almost dizzy with the weight of it.

And then…cold. Another feeling that he’d never experienced before; a bone-deep chill that fought with the fire under his skin until he thought it would tear him apart. He was cold, he hurt; he was cold, he hurt…the words repeated themselves in his mind and he found himself moving. Curling in on himself until he was in a ball of…flesh?

His eyes popped open and he regretted it instantly. He was lying on something prickly- the sensation was enough to make yet another feeling come to him; nausea- and even though that warm light was nowhere to be found, he felt as if he were blinded. Then, the sounds came; loud crashing, pounding, tearing, GOD! Something moved when he thought about making the noises stop, and he sighed in relief when the cacophony became muzzled.

Minutes later, as the fire tamped down and his mind stopped screaming, he tried opening his eyes again. There were spots dancing in front of them, and that same ‘something’ moved again when he tried to grasp him. He froze, looking at the alien appendage that tried to swat at the fuzzy images in front of his eyes and jerked back…but they followed! Breath came out in shallow gasps and he jerked back again, then clenched his jaw and did the mind-thing again. Huh…okay, so the things with long, tapered ends moved when he thought about it. They were obviously a part of him, though he didn’t remember ever having them.

This was not kind of freaky.

It took yet another few minutes for him to get up the courage to bring them closer to his eyes, and he squinted at the scarred, calloused things. Hands…the word whispered its way through his mind. Fingers…feet…stomach, chest, legs…man-place. Curiously, he eyed each piece in correspondence to the whispers and slowly sat up. His surroundings he could acknowledge, as he’d flown through various kinds over the centuries; he was sitting in a forest.

SITTING. In a forest. Lucifer’s balls, he was corporeal!

Horror, fear, anger, more horror; he leapt to his feet and almost managed to dismiss the way the world went lopsided for a minute, as his brain struggled to keep up. How was he sitting? He was supposed to be made of light! Not…having hands, feet, and man-places! MAN! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON, HERE!

Squinting at the large ‘feet’ things below him, he thought back. He’d been chasing a demon through the streets of humanity, sword in hand and all that good stuff…then, he’d slowed. He’d caught sight of that woman- the one he’d look in on every now and again- and had stared…and the demon had gotten away. Was this punishment? Some kind of joke?

Well, either way, he was going to get some answers. Hey, maybe he could follow those loud, rhythmic noises and find out what the hell was going on here. Human…HA. He was no human! He was a Soldier of the Lord!

A really pissed off Solder of the—OOF.

With a sound akin to a screech, he toppled forward when the foot-thing caught on a tree root. Okay, minor malfunction and probably yet another part of this practical joke. With as much dignity as he could muster, he picked himself up and mentally told the leg-things to start working again.

When he reached the street, he squinted at the building across from it. Yup, that’s where the noise was coming from. There had to be people in there, somewhere, that he could find and beat the truth out of. Chin held high, he marched across the street and frowned at the metal things that swerved and jerked away from him. What strange little beings those were…

His ears perked up at the sounds of voices and he followed them; informing the feet-things that they should stop stinging, like he were walking on something sharp. He didn’t want to feel that blast of pain from before, and—ah, there were the source of the voices. People.

Human people. Human people who looked at him and…laughed?

There was a woman with her back to him- those ones usually had longer hair than the men, or so he’d learned- and man who was in a defensive crouch in front of her. Surprise flashed onto his face, but he quickly dissolved into laughter a second later.

“Is that your backup?” Her attacker gasped, pointing at him over her shoulder.

Dante just frowned, and lumbered up to stand beside her. The human woman was holding something odd in her hand; some kind of metal thing that her male counterpart wasn’t a fan of. Confused and irritated, he scowled at the man.

Thus, was Dantanian welcomed to the big, wide World of the Humans.
Stark naked.

It was going to be a long night.

like the blood in you.

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[lyra]

Her calm demeanor betrayed the adrenaline that coursed through her body. The feel of the cool steel grasped beneath her fingers. It brought a surge of confidence to her being. The one who wielded the gun held the power and she fed off the fear coming from the man opposite her. Her heightened agitation was her motivation for her desire to pop a good one in this fool. Daring the man to give her a reason to pull the trigger. It had been a rookie mistake. She’d approached the creature too soon and alerted him. At least she had managed to instill fear in him... because next time, he wouldn’t be so lucky.

Regardless, the interruption was probably for the best. Still aimed at the boss man, her eyes darted sideways, feeling a presence stop at her side. Turning to engage the person, her head was tracked upward by the shear size of the man. But her gaze quickly fell downwards. What the hell?! She redirected a perplexed gaze towards the boss man in query, but he seemed to be giving the same look back as they both reexamined the large... naked man. The seriousness of the moment was sufficiently broken by this well-timed comic relief.

Gazing him up and down, and though Lyra was able to admire the form of a well-toned male body, the question of who, what, where, and why came more readily to mind.

The well-trained mind of a hunter did not leave out any possibilities - a drunk, a loon, a nudist, a shapeshifter...? Never mind the fact that he did not seem too alarmed by the fact Lyra was holding a gun to a man and there was another one unconscious on the ground.

“Can we help you?” her voice was oddly pleasant, as if he had just interrupted a conversation with a friend.

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[dante]

there's blood on my hands

Okay, seriously…what was with all the staring? He was just standing there, trying to be helpful and help the woman with all that glaring she was doing to the male at her feet. He’d just been bitch slapped onto Earth because he’d obviously pissed someone off, and he really didn’t need all the damn questions. Fuck, an angel tries to act human and lend a hand for once, and all these monkeys could do was STARE.

And laugh. Oh yeah, that was getting real old, real fast.

The woman’s voice had him turning his head toward her again, brows furrowing curiously. He could understand that the question was directed at him, given the inflection in her voice…but he couldn’t exactly understand the meaning behind those words. Damn, it had been a while since he’d actually had to interact with one of these things. Didn’t anyone speak Gaelic anymore? Wait, no, wrong country.

Impatiently, he waited for that ‘language gift’ of his to kick in, and sighed in relief when the garbled words became meaningful. Okay, so she was obviously asking him what the hell he was doing there. Now, for the answer. Which meant using his vocal chords. Crap, how did those things work again?

“No. I’m here to help you,” The words came out slowly as he tested each syllable, and rough, as if his voice wasn’t used to being called upon. Which was technically true, given that he usually spent his time as a big, fiery shaft of light. But hey, when in Rome…

Looking back down at the man, now slowly pushing himself to his feet, Dante frowned. This entire situation was familiar, but usually it was he who had the weapon pointed at the bad guy. And okay, SERIOUSLY! What was with the staring?! He…uh…oh.

His eyes were taking their goddamn time, but they finally cleared enough for his brain to slap some comparisons into him. Stupid human on the ground, covered in fabric. Him? Shivering as a dull wind picked up and touched places that were unhappy to be touched in such a way.

“I require some of those fabrics,” He said suddenly, pointing down at the man.

Said thug, obviously sensing another chance to get in a dig at his attacker and her psycho-ass partner, pushed himself to his feet. “Oh my God, lady, you got a real good taste in men. What’s the plan now? Have him moon me to death?” Another bout of laughter followed.

A fit that was immediately cut off, as he found himself flying across the alleyway. Then, all sound stopped when he hit the wall headfirst with a dull CRACK and fell bodily to the ground.

The angel lowered his hand, then turned back to the woman, his face impassive. “Woman? I require some of those fabrics. That is what you may help me with.”

like the blood in you.

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[lyra]

The staring was for a lot of reasons. Lyra’s eyes still scanning the large figure took in every inch of him with calculation and intense interest. She took it upon herself to study the opponent before striking and his chiseled muscles did not detract from such tasks. Though she was particularly aware that behind those muscles would probably carry massive amounts of strength that she could use to her advantage if need be. Her eyes trailed back to his face with a light grin.

Laughter chimed through her ear, as she was still very aware of her company. Kicking the unconscious man on the ground for good measure, she continued to stare at naked gentleman. She watched as though the spindles and cranks in the man’s brain started to churn and rotate, jogging the man alive in some sort of sense. An interested, perplexed expression crossed her features that she wasn’t ashamed to express openly at the moment. Something was a little off with this one, like he had just been born a few minutes ago and the process of how things worked was slowly being programmed into him. How little she would realize the truth of her speculations but it was furthest from her mind to be the truth. After all, she’d seen a lot of unusual things in her line of work but it would be first to encounter a fallen angel, a freshly fallen angel to be exact.

A grin replaced her tone of interest and curiosity. Letting her head nod slightly as encouragement that he’d found his voice and spoke with such rawness, his voice vibrated low and it made her want to kiss those lush lips. Attraction aside however, she let out a light laugh in appreciation. “Help?” she queried as if that was a new fangled idea.

But before she could inquire further on how a naked man could help other than by his brute force, his mentality didn’t seem to be completely in the game yet and so as he did, she peered down at the figure he was pointing to and then back up at him. BUT WHAT WAS IT WITH PEOPLE INTERRUPTING HER THOUGHTS? Could they not hear her brain at work and needed time to process? Just a few milliseconds would do and yet her eyes were redirected to the figure she had been assaulting and his mannerisms didn’t change despite being whooped by a girl. He should be ashamed even if it was a girl built like a brick and was trained to be a killer.

Though what happened next caught her completely by surprise. She was generally been prepared for anything but in that moment; a man flying across the alleyway was at the bottom of the list. She turned back to the naked man with a quirked brow; an unusual reaction to what she had just seen but she now gauged him with more interest. So there was more to this man than met the bare eyes.

“Please, call me Lyra,” she said smoothly, her tone filled with kindness that did not meet her cold heart. “And to be simple enough, you may strip him down. I think, in height, he is your best match." The little boss man he just flung across the way was too tiny, not even Lyra could fit into those clothes but the security guard of an oaf had been tall and sturdy though less pleasant to look at than the naked man. She grinned, giving him a nice once over before she lost her view.


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