Here comes the fairy court

[foreverpartof]

In Chicago, there is a demon.

Granted, there are a lot of demons in Chicago, but this one stands out a bit. She looks to be in her early twenties, with a round face, a curvy figure, and long pink hair with a hint of blonde roots. She's wearing blue jeans and a big parka, and there's some sort of gauzy top poking out from under the parka's hem

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[technicallyiam]

Almost a week later and Missy's still running on an adrenaline high from that fabulous game of scrum, but she's been trying to stay low-key in city limits. After all, she heard a behemoth got offed by those damn archangels awhile back because they were snacking on the locals. Fucking archangels.

And what ho! An adorable young woman with a gun that makes Missy squeal a bit in delight before trotting up to catch up with Ani with a look on her face much like an overexcited puppy. "I love your gun," she practically purrs.

[foreverpartof]

Ani turns to look at Missy and grins widely, showing a bit too much tooth to be entirely pretty and not, y'know, terrifying. "Aw, thanks! Winchester model 100, semi-automatic, large-capacity magazine. Her name's Cora."

Ani names her weapons. All of them. Even her pocket knives.

[technicallyiam]

Missy smiles back, showing just as many teeth. It's a demon thing... Or something.

"Niiiice," she drawls. "Logan would love to see what that baby could do. Well, I would too, but Logan's the gun girl. I've got... Other weapons, I prefer."

Namely teeth and claws, if that much wasn't obvious. Oh she likes guns, she thinks they're pretty, but they're not nearly as fun as getting up close and personal.

"I'm Missy. You new around here?"

[foreverpartof]

"Yeah, so's my sister," in an 'I will give you fucking chlamydia if you fuck with me' way. "I prefer guns, but I'll go for the sharp stuff, too." She wrinkles her nose in amusement. It's very cute.

"Ani. Yeah, 'm scopin' it out, make sure it's good for my sis. Gotta find somewhere safe to stash her. She gets sick a lot."