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[eatasam]

CHARACTERS: Famine (eatasam) & Kokabiel (kochab)
DATE/TIME: Sometime in the afternoon
LOCATION: Coney Island
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Potential violence and swearing. And evil.
SUMMARY: Famine catches a fly in his web.

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[kochab]

Ahah. Fighting was part tactic, part instinct, part keeping your brain where is supposed to. Kokabiel could no longer claim to be immortal and hard to harm. Though the sheer fact that the boy had gone down did surprise him. He spun quickly, pushing himself upwards and he would have advanced immediately had the strike not hampered his way. Reflex took over just enough to earn himself a hit against the shoulder, enough to wind him and stop his previous attack.

Stubborn little bugger. The angel allowed that brief thought and smiled, began smiling because he was breathing and fighting was just another amusement. Even if the guy would kill him if he gave him the chance. Details. Sword to the side, he aimed a kick at the arm which grabbed the other’s weapon. An issue with him. Kokabiel hadn’t entered that fight to kill.

[eatasam]

That smile was a little irritating, but Famine didn't dwell on it for long as he rolled out of the way, nearly hitting the shelves stacked with a dozen kinds of cookies. He was up in seconds, though he didn't immediately attack. The bat was held toward the ground as the slim horseman merely breathed in and out, attempting to recover from the sudden drop to the floor, and the temporary ache in his spine.

There might have been a second attack had a thud not hit the glass at the front of the store. And then again, as if trying to break the window. Whatever it was, not much of it was visible, which meant one thing: it was up on the roof, and trying to get inside.

[kochab]

A good little soldier would have attacked then. A dutiful little follower would have run him through without thinking twice. Kokabiel knew Michael wouldn’t hesitate. Gabriel either. It was good to be a fallen. The sword moved nowhere as the man straightened, his free hand resting by his side while he waited for the other to recover. It’d be so good if he could bring this dude to his senses and see that their fight was high on the useless scale. Issue was that Famine was with all his senses right where they were supposed to.

He was beginning to think maybe voicing another time to kill each other would be wiser when it began. His smile dropped, his head turned brusquely to the side in search of the sound and it saw nothing. First thought, oh crap. Second was something about cover. The angel followed it without thinking, pushing the nearest table so it would topple and provide a precarious haven

[eatasam]

Famine, on the other hand, remained exactly where he was, only granting the window one curious look over his shoulder. It might have been cracking, but no worry showed on his face. The sound could've just as easily been the wind, judging from his expression. He glanced back at the angel, who'd shoved a table over for cover, and tilted his head a little.

Yes, a table would be excellent cover against something with tentacles. Genius.

The only verbal answer the boy gave was a "mmm" before he stepped right past Kokabiel, the thought of attacking him from behind not even crossing his mind as he made his way over to the main counter to snag three lighters. One was tested, and the other two tucked into his pockets.

There might have been a tentacle monster outside, but fuck if he wasn't going to snag lighters first.

[kochab]

So talkative we are today. The angel rolled his eyes, slipping closer to the makeshift refuge, if only to have a better view of whatever was outside. It wasn’t a familiar creature. So neither Hell nor Heaven, unless they had upgraded while he had been down. Was the plan get out and run till kingdom come really that stupid as his mind was making it or did it make sense?

Another crash, another shattered something. Yeah, decisions, anytime they would be nice. Kokabiel ignored the other’s frantic - weird - search in order to crouch in the direction of that same window. Goddamnit, running. He was going to run for it. The hell was that?

“I’m all up for getting the hell out of here. You coming or? You know, stay, face that, run.”

[eatasam]

The horseman was the perfect image of nonchalance as he lit up a cigarette, still not bothered by the breaking glass. But to his own credit, he did glance at the window when the tip of a tentacle began to slip through the opening, cutting itself on the glass but not retreating from the pain.

Cigarette in mouth, Famine vaulted himself over the front counter and rummaged about until he found a set of keys, dangling them in hand all the way to the back of the store. If that back door led where he figured it led, it needed a key to be opened. But if the creature was on the roof, there was a chance it could spot them. Oh, dilemma.

"You mean you don't want to stay and make calamari?" He twirled the set of keys around one slim finger.

[kochab]

“I’m weird, not suicidal. And I take my calamari with rice, not a side dish of horseman plus one extra chopped angel.” It didn’t matter that he would probably incarnate in little more than a few centuries. It didn’t matter. He liked living, liked it so much that he tried enjoying every minute, every second of his life. A little medal from wining over the thing upstairs. He could live without it. Actually, he would live without it.

Inside that shop, with the monster nearby, he felt like he was in a cage. And he didn’t like cages. Kokabiel forgot about any kind of shelter as he simply walked to the door. Screw the keys. In a moment, he had grabbed the gun and shot the lock until it was well on its way to separate itself from the door. Between that and opening it, there was no pause.

He did stop when he saw exactly what was up there. Which, in retrospective, was a rather bad move as the creature found that moment perfect to slap him backwards with a tentacle. Like he was a fly.

[eatasam]

So much for not drawing attention to the beastie outside. Famine merely tossed the keys to the side, seeing as they were useless now with the lock blown apart, but only stepped through the door frame to watch the fallen get tossed aside. No move was made to go help Kokabiel up from the hard ground, and while it would've suited the younger man to merely watch him get ripped apart or eaten, his own safety was at stake as well.

He slipped back into the store to grab the closest container of lighter fluid, immediately returning to the back door. "You wanna toss me your sword, Kokehead?"

It wasn't a request. If Famine had to, he'd snatch it up himself.

[kochab]

That was a new degree of stupid, even for him. He felt his back hit against a nearby wall, effectively taking care of one rib. Nothing too serious as long as he didn’t jost it up and, you know, not battled a huge thing ready to kill him. Pushing the pain to the side like swatting an uncomfortable fact, Kokabiel reached for the gun which had fallen on the way. The sword, that one had refused to leave his hand. That wasn’t curious at all. Made him blink in surprise when Famine came out - instead of leaving him off to be offed - and was actually preparing to fight.

This time, he trusted it. The angel crouched to the floor and threw it in the other’s direction, even though half of him really didn’t want to do something like that. The blade felt far more familiar than the gun. Beggars can’t be choosers though and he wasn’t about to complain. Even with the stupid god-forsaken name.

“Does that thing even have a weak spot?” It was all tentacles and a squid look-alike.

[eatasam]

Tossing swords was about as safe as running with scissors, but Famine was careful to snatch the hilt rather than the blade. Not like it would've made a difference with his fingers already cut up from whatever else. He took a step back through the door, awkwardly uncapping the container as best he could so that he could pour the fluid across the blade.

After all that was done, he whipped out the lighter he'd retrieved earlier and set the blade alight.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" the twig shot back, testing the weight of the sword in his hand before he finally stepped outside to face it. Whatever that thing was, it was big enough to crush a school bus.