Creatures of the Dark (Active/Semi-Open)

[lilacvampire]

Characters: Evangeline A.K. McDowell, Vyers, people near MOMA during the black-out
Content: The Black Out at...
Location: MOMA
Time of day: Night
Warnings: Evangeline

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[dark_adonis_plz]

Vyers frowned at his computer, more than a little annoyed by the recent turn of events. The message bothered him, as did the sudden, loud screams that suddenly tore through the air afterward. Part of him wanted to investigate matters further, but he knew it would only end in disaster

[lilacvampire]

Evangeline glanced at the doorway as her housemate walked out, "Well, its such a wonderful night. The city in darkness, the monster serenading us, why be cooped up indoors. Well, maybe if you're a human and will freeze to death." She was grinning, it seemed she really was enjoying this situation. At least a little bit.

She had a wine glass in her hand, spinning the red drink in it, "A night picnic is a good use of this time." She poured another glass and held it out to the demon, with a grin. Something about a pitch-black night seemed to calm the little girl, even with the din in the background.

[dark_adonis_plz]

He would hardly call that atrocious noise music, much less a serenade, but to each their own. The night did seem quite nice, though. Vyers placed a hand on his hip and shifted his weight as he took in the view. Very nice indeed.

He took the glass with a grin of his own, sampling the wine and looking pleased with the taste. "Ah, an excellent idea if I ever heard one, mademoiselle. And such wonderful things to take along!" Even if she could have at least brought another chair. Hmmm... Perhaps he could talk her into letting him have it.

[everythingroses]

There was a soft noise on the roof behind them, as a young person with long azure hair and three large feathered white wings touched down on top of the building, bending forward slightly as he stopped to catch his breath.

He was short and slight, no older than 16 if he had been a human, and dressed in a manner befitting of a teenager in the Japanese punk scene, in chunky platform heels and leather.

The look he gave them, when he raised his head, suggested that landing in the middle of a picnic of demons, as it were, was not something he had planned for that particular moment.

He stood up straight and looked at them, still a little out of breath. "Hello," he said, with a smile that held a little bit of fear, and a little bit of menace.