((OOC: Another party thread. You know how it goes. And if you don't... ask! ^^ Happy Riftversary! Even if it's two hours until... it's over. :/ I'm sorry I'm slow
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Sydney stumbles back and rather than dropping the knife, just tucks it away, out of sight. In this city, especially after just being attacked by a demon - or, okay, attacking a demon - she is not going to leave a weapon just lying around. She reaches up to press a hand to the bleeding gash that traces up her chest and over her shoulder. It fucking hurts, but she'll be fine long enough to get back to the Tower. She glances back to the demons, and the angels who intervened, and- COLE?
But no, he moves differently, speaks differently, has different expressions... Still. Cole doppelganger, and the Sydney doppelganger not far off... "What the hell is wrong with this city?" she mutters, and then sweeps her gaze back to Casey. She hasn't actually ever spoken to him, but she recognizes him as one of her father's... employees, and... "Hey. Do you have to go to a hospital, or can you hold up until we get back home?" They should probably clear out before any authorities show up.
Logan, meanwhile, has frozen in Vincent's grip, endeavouring to not get her arm broken while at the same time glowering at him like she's going to rip his throat out. Or get Missy to do it. "This isn't even your business, you son of a- just let me go, alright? I'm done."
She'd hold her hands up, but she's kind of... hindered there, and she snarls a little when she sees the blonde archangel pushing Missy toward the door, one hand still balled in the back of her shirt, the other around her neck. If she kills Missy, Logan really is going to rip their throats out. With her hands.
Vincent spares a glance over his shoulder, and... Oh, hey, it's that girl from the horrible feargas night. He'd make some comment about why she seems to always manage to get stabbed, but that's really not the important thing right now.
"Yeah, like that's gonna happen," he mutters at Logan and starts pushing her towards the door behind the other archangel, still holding her in a position where it's going to hurt if she goes anywhere but where he's steering her. "March."
Missy is just taking this like she plans to kill everything as soon as she gets outside, and if she could move her head right now, she'd be making sure that Logan hasn't been killed by that other fucking archangel.
Logan's furious, just short of hissing and spitting like a cat, and tugging just a little at Vincent's grip on her in an attempt to find a way free without hurting herself... Yeah, that's not going to happen.
Julia gets Missy out into the cold night air, and draws a breath, without loosening her grip on the demon. One handy thing about shoving demons around in this weather - they do keep your hands warm. Somewhere nearby, there's a wail of sirens, and Julia grins like a wolf, glancing over at Vincent.
"Your hunting ground, I assume." No other reason he'd have charged in there like he owned the place. Probably got a police scanner or something. "Do we hand these ones over to the authorities, or take care of them here?" She lets her wings out, soft rusty red with a sharp shift to black when it reaches the flight feathers, lesser kestrel wings, and shakes them out, not in the least concerned about being seen on the street. If nothing else, the locals have bigger things to worry about than someone with wings. Like a behemoth possibly shifting right out here if they don't deal with her quick.
Logan hisses, and tenses a little, ready to tear herself away from Vincent regardless of what he does to her arm. Hell if he is going to let these fucking angels kill them when they barely did anything.
"You could call it that," Vincent shrugs, talking over the sounds of the approaching sirens, and still keeping his firm grip on Logan. He lets his own grayish-black crow wings out, more to give him some added strength lest his demon captive start getting as uppity. "James in the Chicago PD couldn't catch a cold, but he knows how to handle this sort of thing, and he gets bitchy if we go over his head."
Not that Vince really cares about making James bitchy, but, well, there's a treaty to uphold. "We just knocked out some peace agreements between the local demons," he explains. "It'd suck if we had to bump off a couple right here, right now in the middle of the street when the ink on that motherfucker's barely dry."
He doesn't really care about that either, but whatever. Might as well pretend he cares about upholding something that probably won't last.
A squad car, followed by a small army of more, pulls up and out of the lead car steps James himself, who flashes a badge that just earns him an eyeroll from Vince. "I know who you are, James."
"Shut up, Sterling," James snaps. He's not exactly happy that someone always gets to these places before he does, whether it be archangels or those fuckers who picked up that Rak a month ago, but at least it's not some psychotic wanderers this time.
Meanwhile, Missy's been formulating a plan since Vincent agreed to hand them over to the appropriate authorities. She gives Logan a Look. A very significant Look. One that says that they are going to unleash so much hell before this night is over, and then goes back to spitting and hissing and looking generally pissed about being handed such a raw deal.
Vincent holds Logan still long enough for James to handcuff her and take her from him, while another couple of officers head over to take Missy off the other angel's hands. Now free of the demon, he can actually pay attention to this new angel, and... There's something weirdly familiar about her, actually, but he can't put his finger on it.
"I didn't get your name," he says, as soon as he's sure the demons are under control.
Julia hands off her own demon, brushing her hands off on her pants like the demon might've possibly contaminated her. She watches a moment longer as they cuff the behemoth, and then turns back to the other angel, smirking a little.
"Sorry, yeah. I'm Julia, nice to meet you. Thanks for the backup there, by the way - not exactly used to that." She's more of a solo hunter, not because she can't play well with others, just because things never quite worked out and eventually you give up on that sort of thing.
Vincent watches James as he shoves the two demons into a car and barely notices when Missy gives him a dirty, devious look over the car door just before she's shoved inside. It's the look of a demon who knows something he doesn't and promises to make him hate this night before it's over.
He turns back to Julia. "No problem. Woulda been a bitch if it was just me. Heard the call-in over the scanner and I hadn't gotten any action since, uh..." He trails off, because telling people you got stuck in a coma for four months because your boss shot you in the head is a lovely way to meet new people. "Well, I kinda had a newbie moment, I guess. Happens when you go too long without a good hunt. Probably shoulda taken Leo up on his offer."
Vincent holds up a hand, because he knows he's rambling, and part of it's because he's trying to figure out why she seems so familiar. The name 'Julia' doesn't ring any bells, but it's a common name.
He considers his next statement carefully to prevent further babbling like a moron. "I'm Vincent Sterling. I kinda.. Took over the archangels here."
Julia's smirk grows, just a bit. She doesn't know why he's rambling - maybe he's just the talkative type. Maybe he's got a little crush on her. She shakes her wings off again, glances off once in the direction of the police cars, and pulls her wings in without the slightest wince.
"Ohhh... Sterling. Heard of you. Been in Tokyo a few times, though... not recently, I'll admit. Your reputation precedes you, sir."
She reaches up to rake her fingers through loose blonde hair, shaking it out. Now that she's gotten over the initial shock, the cold of the outside air is nice after the heat of the bar.
He gives a little salute. "Well, don't believe all the rumors you hear, especially if you're hearin' 'em from Mitsuki or anyone who knows her." He's... Mostly kidding. Hey, adrenaline high off a spontaneous hunt, apparently all that energy goes into talking way too much for his own good, although no one would have ever pegged Vince for the strong, silent type.
And, okay, this is bugging the shit out of him. "In all seriousness... We've never met, have we? 'Cause there's something so familiar about you and I can't... Put my finger on it. Do you know Leo?" There's no need for a last name. Clearly there is only one archangel named Leo. Ever.
She shrugs, folds her arms over her chest. "Doubt it. I think I'd remember. And, uh... I may have. A time or two. Never been on a hunt with him." Leo isn't the type that respectable archangels hang out with. Not that Julia ever claimed to be responsible, but... "Could've been a relative you know. I've got a few." Like... all Barnams ever? Yeah, she gets that more than you'd think.
Okay, that cuts out 'any event with Leo' which would, honestly, make a lot of sense for him, considering he can barely remember anything of most of his times with Leo, but doesn't explain her not remembering even a little.
Relatives... Okay, he knows a lot of angels, knows a lot of-
And that's about when his brain decides that whatever it was doing holding back exactly why Julia looks so familiar is a lost cause and just gives up, leaving him with a realization that smacks him right between the eyes.
"Romana," he says, his tone suddenly going very flat. It doesn't sound like a question, but the slight arch of his eyebrows asks for confirmation from her.
Julia blinks a little - that was not an association she expected. Hardly anyone knows that Romana even had daughters, let alone knows her well enough to- He took over the archangels here. Which means he must have been close enough to her mother to... oh.
She smiles wryly, and looks down. "Yeah, well. Julia Angelos. Nice to meet you. Not exactly a good surname to throw around these days." After Romana... Fell. People start looking at you funny, like they expect you to lose it next. And even before that, she didn't usually give her last name freely either, though for... different reasons.
Vincent swallows hard. "Yeah, I guess not. Not gonna judge you for it though. I still have a lot of respect for your mother, even after..." Yeah, after Romana Fell. And wouldn't listen to reason and tossed aside whatever the hell it was they had- whether it was just general and captain or something more- with a .42 caliber love letter straight to the head, as nauseatingly poetic as that sounds. He shrugs, "Well, we're not exactly a product of where we came from."
And if Vincent thought this was probably the most unfortunate thing that could have happened tonight, about four blocks away in the direction that James's police caravan left, something explodes. He jerks his head in that direction and makes a face that conveys, in no uncertain terms, how much he's come to hate this city.
Julia doesn't jump. She would if the explosion were closer, but she knows without conscious thought just from the sound of it that it's too far away to be any danger, but near enough that it's a concern, and...
She closes her eyes for a moment. Lets out a slow breath. Opens her eyes and gives Vincent a well, isn't that just fucking FANTASTIC? smile.
"That was a police car, wasn't it?" No way he can know for sure, but he knows this city, and she's just going for best guess and worst case here.
Vincent closes his eyes and just keeps them closed, because this really is just his life, isn't it? He can probably here James's hissy fit (if he's not dead) from here if he concentrates hard enough, because... Yeah, that's a good thing to focus on. Two crazy, very angry demons are probably loose, and how the HELL do you even blow up a police car like that when neither one of them were armed and neither one was an Afreet and...
He takes a slow breath through his nose, "Yeeeep," he drawls. He clearly has nothing else of value to say right now.
Sydney. Sydney was involved in the other fight. Huh. So he does have a good excuse for this... whole thing other than, she pissed me off by trying to hit on me. Not that he needs one, but he'll suffer considerably less headaches if he can come up with a valid reason for tackling a demon in a bar in front of a large group of people.
Casey has about the same idea as Sydney, apparently. Although he already has enough knives and guns to last, he walks over to where Logan's knife was kicked away and picks it up off of the floor. He does it with a lot less stealth than Sydney, because it's hard for people not to stare at the obviously fucked up arm and he can't exactly move quickly without excess pain. Any movement at all hurts, but he steels himself well enough. It throbs even walking, and his head is starting to hurt, too, but it's nothing that can't be managed and hardly much at all in comparison to other pains he's suffered.
Except for the broken arm and the pain that it's causing, he is actually pretty happy. This is the first action he's gotten since he's been here.
"I'm fine." Casey tucks the knife into the extra, empty sheath on his other ankle. It's not a perfect fit, but it's good enough. "Lets go."
Sydney nods, and moves quickly for... there's a door in the back of the bar, opposite of the way the angels and demons left. She jerks her head in that direction, and starts off leading Casey toward it, holding the door open for him when she reaches it so he won't have to deal with that and a broken arm at the same time. They've got medics at the Tower, they'll be fine once they get there, it's just a matter of... actually getting there.
But no, he moves differently, speaks differently, has different expressions... Still. Cole doppelganger, and the Sydney doppelganger not far off... "What the hell is wrong with this city?" she mutters, and then sweeps her gaze back to Casey. She hasn't actually ever spoken to him, but she recognizes him as one of her father's... employees, and... "Hey. Do you have to go to a hospital, or can you hold up until we get back home?" They should probably clear out before any authorities show up.
Logan, meanwhile, has frozen in Vincent's grip, endeavouring to not get her arm broken while at the same time glowering at him like she's going to rip his throat out. Or get Missy to do it. "This isn't even your business, you son of a- just let me go, alright? I'm done."
She'd hold her hands up, but she's kind of... hindered there, and she snarls a little when she sees the blonde archangel pushing Missy toward the door, one hand still balled in the back of her shirt, the other around her neck. If she kills Missy, Logan really is going to rip their throats out. With her hands.
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"Yeah, like that's gonna happen," he mutters at Logan and starts pushing her towards the door behind the other archangel, still holding her in a position where it's going to hurt if she goes anywhere but where he's steering her. "March."
Missy is just taking this like she plans to kill everything as soon as she gets outside, and if she could move her head right now, she'd be making sure that Logan hasn't been killed by that other fucking archangel.
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Julia gets Missy out into the cold night air, and draws a breath, without loosening her grip on the demon. One handy thing about shoving demons around in this weather - they do keep your hands warm. Somewhere nearby, there's a wail of sirens, and Julia grins like a wolf, glancing over at Vincent.
"Your hunting ground, I assume." No other reason he'd have charged in there like he owned the place. Probably got a police scanner or something. "Do we hand these ones over to the authorities, or take care of them here?" She lets her wings out, soft rusty red with a sharp shift to black when it reaches the flight feathers, lesser kestrel wings, and shakes them out, not in the least concerned about being seen on the street. If nothing else, the locals have bigger things to worry about than someone with wings. Like a behemoth possibly shifting right out here if they don't deal with her quick.
Logan hisses, and tenses a little, ready to tear herself away from Vincent regardless of what he does to her arm. Hell if he is going to let these fucking angels kill them when they barely did anything.
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Not that Vince really cares about making James bitchy, but, well, there's a treaty to uphold. "We just knocked out some peace agreements between the local demons," he explains. "It'd suck if we had to bump off a couple right here, right now in the middle of the street when the ink on that motherfucker's barely dry."
He doesn't really care about that either, but whatever. Might as well pretend he cares about upholding something that probably won't last.
A squad car, followed by a small army of more, pulls up and out of the lead car steps James himself, who flashes a badge that just earns him an eyeroll from Vince. "I know who you are, James."
"Shut up, Sterling," James snaps. He's not exactly happy that someone always gets to these places before he does, whether it be archangels or those fuckers who picked up that Rak a month ago, but at least it's not some psychotic wanderers this time.
Meanwhile, Missy's been formulating a plan since Vincent agreed to hand them over to the appropriate authorities. She gives Logan a Look. A very significant Look. One that says that they are going to unleash so much hell before this night is over, and then goes back to spitting and hissing and looking generally pissed about being handed such a raw deal.
Vincent holds Logan still long enough for James to handcuff her and take her from him, while another couple of officers head over to take Missy off the other angel's hands. Now free of the demon, he can actually pay attention to this new angel, and... There's something weirdly familiar about her, actually, but he can't put his finger on it.
"I didn't get your name," he says, as soon as he's sure the demons are under control.
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"Sorry, yeah. I'm Julia, nice to meet you. Thanks for the backup there, by the way - not exactly used to that." She's more of a solo hunter, not because she can't play well with others, just because things never quite worked out and eventually you give up on that sort of thing.
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He turns back to Julia. "No problem. Woulda been a bitch if it was just me. Heard the call-in over the scanner and I hadn't gotten any action since, uh..." He trails off, because telling people you got stuck in a coma for four months because your boss shot you in the head is a lovely way to meet new people. "Well, I kinda had a newbie moment, I guess. Happens when you go too long without a good hunt. Probably shoulda taken Leo up on his offer."
Vincent holds up a hand, because he knows he's rambling, and part of it's because he's trying to figure out why she seems so familiar. The name 'Julia' doesn't ring any bells, but it's a common name.
He considers his next statement carefully to prevent further babbling like a moron. "I'm Vincent Sterling. I kinda.. Took over the archangels here."
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"Ohhh... Sterling. Heard of you. Been in Tokyo a few times, though... not recently, I'll admit. Your reputation precedes you, sir."
She reaches up to rake her fingers through loose blonde hair, shaking it out. Now that she's gotten over the initial shock, the cold of the outside air is nice after the heat of the bar.
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And, okay, this is bugging the shit out of him. "In all seriousness... We've never met, have we? 'Cause there's something so familiar about you and I can't... Put my finger on it. Do you know Leo?" There's no need for a last name. Clearly there is only one archangel named Leo. Ever.
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Relatives... Okay, he knows a lot of angels, knows a lot of-
And that's about when his brain decides that whatever it was doing holding back exactly why Julia looks so familiar is a lost cause and just gives up, leaving him with a realization that smacks him right between the eyes.
"Romana," he says, his tone suddenly going very flat. It doesn't sound like a question, but the slight arch of his eyebrows asks for confirmation from her.
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She smiles wryly, and looks down. "Yeah, well. Julia Angelos. Nice to meet you. Not exactly a good surname to throw around these days." After Romana... Fell. People start looking at you funny, like they expect you to lose it next. And even before that, she didn't usually give her last name freely either, though for... different reasons.
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And if Vincent thought this was probably the most unfortunate thing that could have happened tonight, about four blocks away in the direction that James's police caravan left, something explodes. He jerks his head in that direction and makes a face that conveys, in no uncertain terms, how much he's come to hate this city.
"Son of a bitch."
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She closes her eyes for a moment. Lets out a slow breath. Opens her eyes and gives Vincent a well, isn't that just fucking FANTASTIC? smile.
"That was a police car, wasn't it?" No way he can know for sure, but he knows this city, and she's just going for best guess and worst case here.
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He takes a slow breath through his nose, "Yeeeep," he drawls. He clearly has nothing else of value to say right now.
Welcome to Chicago, Julia!
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Casey has about the same idea as Sydney, apparently. Although he already has enough knives and guns to last, he walks over to where Logan's knife was kicked away and picks it up off of the floor. He does it with a lot less stealth than Sydney, because it's hard for people not to stare at the obviously fucked up arm and he can't exactly move quickly without excess pain. Any movement at all hurts, but he steels himself well enough. It throbs even walking, and his head is starting to hurt, too, but it's nothing that can't be managed and hardly much at all in comparison to other pains he's suffered.
Except for the broken arm and the pain that it's causing, he is actually pretty happy. This is the first action he's gotten since he's been here.
"I'm fine." Casey tucks the knife into the extra, empty sheath on his other ankle. It's not a perfect fit, but it's good enough. "Lets go."
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This is going to be a fun walk home.
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