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WHO: Demona (darkdestine) and OPEN
WHERE: Around the City
WHEN: Night of August 3rd
SUMMARY: The City's in chaos. Demona's flying around. Then stuff happens, maybe?
WARNINGS: TBA
FORMAT: Quicklog (after tl;dr intro)
[ Demona had been doing reasonably well raising the capital she needed before the city had gone made. Perhaps it was Puck playing his little games again, though this seemed anything but little.
Still, she was a survivor and that meant being able to take advantage of the situation. She stolen a luxury sports car that had been left idling down the street from the disgusting display in the park. "Dominique" certainly hadn't felt the need to join in, though the bloodlust had risen in her, spilling out when the chop shop she'd located hadn't been willing to meet her asking price. She transformed and torn right through them, taking the money they'd had on hand and leaving them the car. Their blood would have just ruined the interior anyway.
Later, she found herself almost regretting her actions. Not the destruction of human life, of course. But the messiness of it. The lack of subtlety and restraint. She needed to be more careful about these things.
Demona now had more than enough money to meet Xanatos' conditions, but the uneasiness had settled on her. So, for the first time since she'd arrived in the City, she took to the skys, not particularly caring who might see her. ]
WHERE: Around the City
WHEN: Night of August 3rd
SUMMARY: The City's in chaos. Demona's flying around. Then stuff happens, maybe?
WARNINGS: TBA
FORMAT: Quicklog (after tl;dr intro)
[ Demona had been doing reasonably well raising the capital she needed before the city had gone made. Perhaps it was Puck playing his little games again, though this seemed anything but little.
Still, she was a survivor and that meant being able to take advantage of the situation. She stolen a luxury sports car that had been left idling down the street from the disgusting display in the park. "Dominique" certainly hadn't felt the need to join in, though the bloodlust had risen in her, spilling out when the chop shop she'd located hadn't been willing to meet her asking price. She transformed and torn right through them, taking the money they'd had on hand and leaving them the car. Their blood would have just ruined the interior anyway.
Later, she found herself almost regretting her actions. Not the destruction of human life, of course. But the messiness of it. The lack of subtlety and restraint. She needed to be more careful about these things.
Demona now had more than enough money to meet Xanatos' conditions, but the uneasiness had settled on her. So, for the first time since she'd arrived in the City, she took to the skys, not particularly caring who might see her. ]