It would be a tall tale for some to swallow, probably, but for those reasonably familiar with demons themselves and the supernatural aspects of the world, not so much. Even so, the power he claims to have is supposed to be a pretty rare one, isn't it?
Her brows draw downward, scrutinizing him, followed by an irate huff of breath.
"Prove it."
If he can transform into a demon, then he should have no problem showing her. Admittedly, she's the last person who should be casting doubt on the abilities of others, but her own situation is... something of a special case.
"Come on, Sunshine, he as good as 'fessed up. So he's not a demon all the time. That's still part demon, right? Run him through, make him bleed!"
She shuts her eyes again for a moment, a vain attempt to stop Tyrann from hissing in her ear.
"Show me what you can do. Maybe then we can come to some kind of an arrangement."
Now he's gotta prove himself to this weird lady and her seemingly sharp sword. Even if it came to a fight, he would have to transform anyway, right?
It's with a hefty sigh, as if she's asking him to do so much, the pain begins.
It's in his head, at first. It always starts there. A white hot flash behind his eyes, and even during his transformation he has to hold back. Hold what back, he doesn't truly know - something big, something dark. Something that threatens to consume him entirely.
For now, though, he keeps it simple - using dark energy, his body forms itself anew...sorta. His clothes are still on (thankfully), and for all she can see his hair turned white, his skin a sickly purple, his shoes...they gone, gurl.
Once it's complete, he rolls his shoulders, stretching his neck from one side to the next. He then spreads his arms out, as if to say Ta-da.
Eloquent. Descriptive. For the first time, Kainé's eyes go just a bit wide. She's seen countless monsters in her day, all kinds of demons during her hunt for the one responsible for her grandmother's death, but this...
She's never seen anything quite like it. Even what she herself can do is different in nature. Parts of her change, sure, but not like that.
He does a strange imitation of a huff, hands pointedly going to his hips. Realizing it's hard for anyone to take him seriously in this form, especially if they aren't cowering in fear, he grunts and shakes his head.
Fuck it. He closes his eyes, concentrating on his form -- his human form. It's always a little bit of a struggle, and a small sliver of worry always wraps itself around his heart, squeezing just a bit and making him wonder what if. What if he gets stuck like this? What then? Does he run around and eat people or something?
Within a few moments, he's back to looking human, a hand pressing against his head as if he's in pain. It's like the world's most shitty migraine, if only for a few seconds, and he shakes his head to try to clear his brain.
"Yeah, if you've got any questions, I'm gonna tell you right now - I ain't got half the answers." Unless he question involves what he likes to eat - everything.
Well, even if doesn't have half the answers, that's not going to stop her from asking her questions anyway. It looks like the whole ordeal takes a lot out of him when he changes back, and she doesn't envy him that in the least— given how painful her own abilities can be sometimes, being able to change your entire body has to be on another level.
Shit, how does someone even get like this?
"How long have you been able to do that?"
Was he just born that way, the way she had been born a little bit different?
He's just gonna shrug at this one. 'Cause he truly has no idea - how long, where it came from, what it is, exactly.
"I dunno, I guess my whole life?" Even to him he sounds like he's incredibly unsure, so maybe he should just be up front. "Something happened and my memories..."
He waves a hand in the air, indicating he was wiped clean.
"Took a while to get some answers from an old geezer," his annoyance is very clear, and he's still tempted to just toss Roger Bacon off a cliff. The troll would probably survive and bounce right back up to boot Yuri in his own ass. "I'm trying to figure out the rest. Just got my name and a few basics."
He doesn't remember anything beyond that? Tempted as she is to continue handling this situation with extreme skepticism, something about that strikes a chord with her. To forget who she was, or where she came from, to not be able to have answers to the most basic questions— it sounds like a goddamn nightmare.
At her words, his shoulders sag, as if weighed down with the heaviness of just how raw of a deal he has.
"Yeah, no kidding." Shaking his head, he tries not to immediately dwell on all the unknowns about his life, especially this inside him. Malice or monsters or demons or what the hell ever it is.
Now that she seems less willing to eviscerate him, he eyes her cautiously. They're still in the shadows of the alley, but she's so pale she seems to reflect light on her own. That's a lot of skin there so he focuses on her face. Yes. That's it. Totally not looking anywhere else.
"So...no stabbing? I'm good? 'Cause I was gonna catch up to those guys --" And he pauses, realizing that there's no way in hell he'll find those assholes. He blows out a loud breath, as if deflating. "Never mind. Maybe I'll hunt down those idiots tomorrow."
She sighs heavily, and her entire body relaxes into a more casual slump as a great deal of the fight rushes out of her. This whole thing is a pain in the ass, but more than what he says, it’s her gut that convinces her.
He’s not who she’s looking for. Probably not, anyway.
“No, no stabbing.” A beat, as she lifts her chin and looks towards the other end of the alleyway. “We could still catch them. What, you some kind of fuckin’ quitter?” Nevermind the fact that she’s the one who delayed him.
He frowns at her, forgetting how a few minutes before she was threatening him and ready to skewer him.
She's questioning his very manhood. Or something like that. Whatever it is, he has some pride and he crosses his arms over his chest. Possibly trying to make himself look bigger.
"I ain't a quitter, damn." The last part is muttered, because he's actually not out to piss her off. She is kinda scary. "I just wanted to ask them some questions. They seemed like the recognized me and not in a good way."
Looks like he spent some time in Shanghai scaring some punks. He hopes.
"Don't remember the last time I was here, so if they got some info I'm gonna get it out of them. It's not that urgent." He shrugs, his words giving a more menacing tone to what he plans -- which is go loom over the guys and get details without doing much else. They did seem terrified of him.
"You go around accosting people in alleys often? What demon are you even looking for around here?"
Of all the things she’s done in her quest for vengeance, accosting someone in an alley is pretty low on the list of things that could be considered shocking. She gives a snort before shaking her head, dismissive.
“Not urgent, huh. Well, every minute you spend standing around here, they get further and further away. You want to hunt someone down, you have to be relentless— and as for what kind of demon I’m looking for, clearly the kind that gets around.” She doesn’t exactly look native to Shanghai, for one.
“He’s in this goddamn shithole of a city, I know that much.”
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Her brows draw downward, scrutinizing him, followed by an irate huff of breath.
"Prove it."
If he can transform into a demon, then he should have no problem showing her. Admittedly, she's the last person who should be casting doubt on the abilities of others, but her own situation is... something of a special case.
"Come on, Sunshine, he as good as 'fessed up. So he's not a demon all the time. That's still part demon, right? Run him through, make him bleed!"
She shuts her eyes again for a moment, a vain attempt to stop Tyrann from hissing in her ear.
"Show me what you can do. Maybe then we can come to some kind of an arrangement."
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It's with a hefty sigh, as if she's asking him to do so much, the pain begins.
It's in his head, at first. It always starts there. A white hot flash behind his eyes, and even during his transformation he has to hold back. Hold what back, he doesn't truly know - something big, something dark. Something that threatens to consume him entirely.
For now, though, he keeps it simple - using dark energy, his body forms itself anew...sorta. His clothes are still on (thankfully), and for all she can see his hair turned white, his skin a sickly purple, his shoes...they gone, gurl.
Once it's complete, he rolls his shoulders, stretching his neck from one side to the next. He then spreads his arms out, as if to say Ta-da.
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Eloquent. Descriptive. For the first time, Kainé's eyes go just a bit wide. She's seen countless monsters in her day, all kinds of demons during her hunt for the one responsible for her grandmother's death, but this...
She's never seen anything quite like it. Even what she herself can do is different in nature. Parts of her change, sure, but not like that.
"You weren't fucking kidding."
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Fuck it. He closes his eyes, concentrating on his form -- his human form. It's always a little bit of a struggle, and a small sliver of worry always wraps itself around his heart, squeezing just a bit and making him wonder what if. What if he gets stuck like this? What then? Does he run around and eat people or something?
Within a few moments, he's back to looking human, a hand pressing against his head as if he's in pain. It's like the world's most shitty migraine, if only for a few seconds, and he shakes his head to try to clear his brain.
"Yeah, if you've got any questions, I'm gonna tell you right now - I ain't got half the answers." Unless he question involves what he likes to eat - everything.
…maybe he's a little hungry.
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Shit, how does someone even get like this?
"How long have you been able to do that?"
Was he just born that way, the way she had been born a little bit different?
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"I dunno, I guess my whole life?" Even to him he sounds like he's incredibly unsure, so maybe he should just be up front. "Something happened and my memories..."
He waves a hand in the air, indicating he was wiped clean.
"Took a while to get some answers from an old geezer," his annoyance is very clear, and he's still tempted to just toss Roger Bacon off a cliff. The troll would probably survive and bounce right back up to boot Yuri in his own ass. "I'm trying to figure out the rest. Just got my name and a few basics."
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He doesn't remember anything beyond that? Tempted as she is to continue handling this situation with extreme skepticism, something about that strikes a chord with her. To forget who she was, or where she came from, to not be able to have answers to the most basic questions— it sounds like a goddamn nightmare.
Poor bastard.
"Raw fucking deal you got."
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"Yeah, no kidding." Shaking his head, he tries not to immediately dwell on all the unknowns about his life, especially this inside him. Malice or monsters or demons or what the hell ever it is.
Now that she seems less willing to eviscerate him, he eyes her cautiously. They're still in the shadows of the alley, but she's so pale she seems to reflect light on her own. That's a lot of skin there so he focuses on her face. Yes. That's it. Totally not looking anywhere else.
"So...no stabbing? I'm good? 'Cause I was gonna catch up to those guys --" And he pauses, realizing that there's no way in hell he'll find those assholes. He blows out a loud breath, as if deflating. "Never mind. Maybe I'll hunt down those idiots tomorrow."
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She sighs heavily, and her entire body relaxes into a more casual slump as a great deal of the fight rushes out of her. This whole thing is a pain in the ass, but more than what he says, it’s her gut that convinces her.
He’s not who she’s looking for. Probably not, anyway.
“No, no stabbing.” A beat, as she lifts her chin and looks towards the other end of the alleyway. “We could still catch them. What, you some kind of fuckin’ quitter?” Nevermind the fact that she’s the one who delayed him.
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She's questioning his very manhood. Or something like that. Whatever it is, he has some pride and he crosses his arms over his chest. Possibly trying to make himself look bigger.
"I ain't a quitter, damn." The last part is muttered, because he's actually not out to piss her off. She is kinda scary. "I just wanted to ask them some questions. They seemed like the recognized me and not in a good way."
Looks like he spent some time in Shanghai scaring some punks. He hopes.
"Don't remember the last time I was here, so if they got some info I'm gonna get it out of them. It's not that urgent." He shrugs, his words giving a more menacing tone to what he plans -- which is go loom over the guys and get details without doing much else. They did seem terrified of him.
"You go around accosting people in alleys often? What demon are you even looking for around here?"
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Of all the things she’s done in her quest for vengeance, accosting someone in an alley is pretty low on the list of things that could be considered shocking. She gives a snort before shaking her head, dismissive.
“Not urgent, huh. Well, every minute you spend standing around here, they get further and further away. You want to hunt someone down, you have to be relentless— and as for what kind of demon I’m looking for, clearly the kind that gets around.” She doesn’t exactly look native to Shanghai, for one.
“He’s in this goddamn shithole of a city, I know that much.”