[open] and you can tell the sun in his jealous sky..

[starryeyed_cass]

[OOC: Just to let everyone know, Cassie is backdated to the thirteenth. Everyone else is on the current date. :)]

On the thirteenth, it is Cassie Riddle’s twenty-third birthday. In the early morning, she is up on the roof of Kashtta, playing guitar. She’s singing a pretty little folk song she was fond of from back home to the skies of the

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[corpsedisposal]

Despite the fact that it is freezing balls outside, Rain is on a night run through Grant Park. Usually she runs in the afternoon during the winter months, when the day is at its warmest, but she's noticed since coming to Chicago that she sees a lot more interesting things at night. Running gets boring without some good scenery.

So she's not exactly surprised when she comes across a dead man. The surprising fact is that she recognizes the corpse. This seems to be against all odds, so after scanning the immediate area for cops, she crouches down to get a better look at the ruined face. Yes, this would be that guy who said he was an unkillable demon. And that would be his blood everywhere. She peels off one of her gloves and dips a finger into the puddle. Contact with the frozen ground is making it cool rapidly, so she can't tell how long he's been dead, and if he's really not all human she can't count on coagulation to give her any clues. She gives the blood on her finger an experimental lick to taste before putting her glove back on

[halfhuman_hero]

It’s a good fifteen minutes or so before the life’s forced back into him. The parts of his brain are regenerated, muscle and tissue and bone slowly growing back into place and the skin healing and looking as if nothing had ever happened. The only sign is the fact his head is still covered in thick, red blood

[corpsedisposal]

The yell startles her. Rain has only ever seen anyone come fully back from the dead like that once. He'd been a vampire of course, not one of Daniel's, and he'd come back furious. It was a controlled situation, but even then everyone in that room was lucky to still be alive. The residual fear from that day makes her jump to her feet and back up several paces, wide-eyed.

But instead of ripping out her throat, Doyle offers her a cigarette. She takes it, lights it and shrugs at his question, pretending like he hadn't scared her halfway to the grave. She doesn't ask if he's okay or what happened. "So you are what you said you are." That's good, because she'd told him plenty of truth in that same conversation, and she'd feel like an idiot if she was the only one who hadn't lied.

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle lights up his own cigarette, knowing full well that the nicotine's going to ruin the natural high that coursing through his body. Due to the sheer blood loss, his body's made up new blood to compensate. So that brand new, shiny blood that's running through his veins is making him feel good inside.

But he really needs a cigarette.

He takes a long drag and rubs at his temple, "'Course I am," he says, looking at her with a slight frown, "Y'think I was lyin' before?" While he has been know to be someone who lies, it's usually when it comes to gambling or when he's trying to save his own skin. "I really am an immortal demon, y'know..."

He shakes his head and reaches up to touch the back of his head. The pain's dulled, but he'll still be needing a lot of painkillers, "Jesus, what a mess.." he mutters, bringing back a blood soaked hand, he wipes it promptly on the grass next to him.

[corpsedisposal]

Rain awkwardly puts her cigarette to her lips at the same moment he does, but doesn't inhale, she never inhales. She just leaves it in her mouth and talks around it. Her gaze is held by the burning end of the cigarette, then the bloodstain on the ground, but she can't meet his eyes after the disapproving Y'think I was lyin' before? "Everybody lies," is her response to that, muttered to the sidewalk.

More words ramble out of her. "And even if you're not with the Devil, that's still, you're still pretty metal, I mean, I would've just died like a wuss if that happened to me, couldn't put the gore back in and resurrect like an unholy power."

She hazards a glance back at him as he's wiping his red hand on the grass. "Your blood tastes normal," she blurts out, and then corrects herself, "I think, I don't really know what human blood's supposed to taste like." By normal she meant not vampire, and why he would need to know what his blood tastes like is anyone's guess.

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle looks at her with raised eyebrows, taking a long draw on his cigarette as he considers her words. "Well, can't argue against you there, darlin'.." he says finally after a long pause.

He smiles, amused. "Y'know, even before - I couldn't be killed by a certain way," he tells her, "In my demon form, I can't break my neck. Some sort of weird demon bone deal goin' on here," he taps the side of his neck and shrugs.

Doyle straightens up and gives her an incredulous glance, "Well I am very much normal!" he insists and stops, sneezing violently. His features change, the normal light flesh tone changes to green and blue spikes stick out from it. He squints with red eyes, swearing softly, "... Well, on me Mum's side

[corpsedisposal]

As his sternutation causes his skin to turn green and blue spikes to bust out of his face, Rain's jaw goes slack. The cigarette falls from her mouth, but without looking she catches it in her palm, and seems not to notice that the burning end is making contact with her skin. She is very impressed.

In her fangirlish shock, it'll take her a bit longer than it should to stammer out, "I was. Um. I. Was checking for... something." She'd known his blood wouldn't be what she needed, but if he was just going to leave it sitting out like that, she couldn't waste the opportunity to know for sure. She adjusts the cigarette so she's holding it properly between her fingers and it's no longer burning her.

That's twice in one night that he's startled her, and if she's going to be hanging around the supernatural without the Family's protection, she's going to have to pull herself together and at least pretend like each new thing she witnesses isn't the coolest thing ever. There's an abrupt shift in her body language as she puts on the act, standing

[halfhuman_hero]

He's kinda used to the staring, perhaps the biggest stare he ever got was from himself. The sheer panic, disbelief and anger that for twenty one years, he'd not know what he was. And suddenly, boom. He's suddenly half-demon, always has been. He'd spent a long time looking in the mirror that day

[corpsedisposal]

Having been screwed over by humans and saved by the creatures that are supposed to be evil, Rain has a different value set than most humans. She'll likely never understand why he doesn't think he's as awesome as she thinks he is.

"I had to-- doesn't matter, you don't have it." She shrugs off the insinuation that she's a weirdo; it's far from the worst thing she's been called. Being called normal might be the bigger insult.

"No, only stupid stuff gives me a headache. 'To be or not to be,' is a pretty easy question. At first, see, I thought that oblivion might be my only path out of here," she dismisses this whole inconvenient universe with an exasperated dramatic gesture, "Cause that might have been the way I came in, but if that's true it would mean that oblivion's not even really what it's supposed to be, and on top of that you seem to go in and out of it without actually going anywhere. Plus I have four years before the situation is that dire. Maybe even five." To her eyes this rant is composed of all flawless logic, and needs no

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle frowns at the comment on his blood. He doesn't have... it? He scratches at his temple for a moment, utterly confused, "Sorry love, you've lost me," he shakes his head, "Don't have 'what

[corpsedisposal]

Her hands move and flutter in gestures that attempt to emphasize the words she's struggling to find. After all, how do you describe perfection? "It's a certain chemical or... supernatural property of the blood, a thing I-" she shakes her head, not about to end that sentence with 'need.' She's been won over by the demon thing, and has begun to trust him, but not far enough to admit things to him that she doesn't even admit to herself. "A thing I'm looking for. I doubted you had it, because you're not even the right species, I was right but I had to know, end of story." Just talking about it is making her twitchy. She shouldn't have said anything.

"The smart guys will figure out how to get back. Or-- yeah, his name's Daniel. He's everything. He'll come find me. If anyone can, he can. I just, uh, hope he doesn't think I deserted 'cause of the pigs. Til then, the temporary purpose is the whole... job thing, and I mean, this place is full of weird crap, maybe I'll be able to find something useful to bring back with me. A tribute befitting