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Two does, a demon, and a detective walk into a bar...

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@dualvolt - Cyborg deer lady running her own independent tech shop and her badger-bunny best friend who makes a living playing pirates as a freelance mercenary.

@hellegate - Fallen Angel turned Archdemon Legate; full-time leader of all of Hell's military forces, and part-time trickster treating the earth as his playground.

He bows at her thanks like it is a reflex. And perhaps, in some ways, it is. He'd be a poor successor to the throne if he was as beastly in his manners as his appearance suggested.

Though he can hardly restrain the small, lopsided grin that adorns his features at hearing her snicker. Again, his ears flap slightly - just once this time. Enough to portray his confidence with her amusement.

"Tunnel vision and fierce independence, then? Quite the combination." He comments, referring to Hayden's drive coming with a distinct lack of awareness. He seemed the type to hone in on specifics and forget everything else that existed until his one, narrow goal was accomplished first. And as if that weren't enough, he insisted on being the one to personally make the discoveries and the progress, putting himself in the most precarious and daunting situations with no regard for how that might end.

So long as the job was done, it was worth it, right?

"It's one thing to be confident, or driven, or passionate. But I will never understand the overabundance of ego and the lack of self-preservation that goes into such hubris."

It's a comment largely made with humorous intent. Yet, behind it lies an unfortunate truth: Hayden's drive to attain the unattainable has been, and will be, his downfall. Even Hell knows it. And while it might seem humorous on the surface, there is a coldness that seeps in when considering who else may suffer as a result of his delusions of grandeur.

Even as forward as the response was, it was a massive underselling of just how… motivated Samuel was. Still, she gives an affirmative nod to the descriptors. Her lips briefly press together as she bites back the urge to say more.

Especially because she knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that Alu is right.

There is nothing more damning to everything that's been built than his hubris. They'd already nearly faced the end thanks to Olivia, and thankfully she was 'taken care of' before her plans could come to fruition. Unfortunately, though, those plans still left loose ends. Still left Jashera wondering just what exactly the end goal was, as no matter how close their communications came, Samuel was more than happy to keep leaving her in the dark.

"Well… I guess we'll find out where the tunnel ends." She thinks for a moment, but shakes her head. Nothing more to say about that; she gave up speculating on that a long time ago. "Maybe, that is."

He's seen it enough times to know that when people go messing around with anything involving Hell, be it portals or artifacts, that things tend to only end one way. Something goes wrong, the Demons invade, and he's the one who has to clean it up before it gets worse. It's a role he happily takes now because he wouldn't wish it on anyone else, what he'd lost to end up the way he is now. No one deserved that.

He looked at her when she corrects herself after insulting the man who'd brought this thing back with him after a recon mission. A brow raises slightly and he snorts. "I'd believe it." He would because of his days as security back on Phobos, and every subsequent UAC base he got deployed on until he defeated Rectabus and decided to stay in Hell making a menace of himself. "Ain't learned shit since the Phobos Moon base."

He looked at the rock now careful as he turns it over in his hand, just trying to determine if he'd call the demon here if he just crushed the damn thing in his palm. Probably not the best idea, really, but he doesn't have the patience to sit here and decipher all the runes on it to find a safe way to do it. But he does refrain, if only because no one here really deserved to have their lives threatened because he acted brashly.

Besides, he can feel the warmth of the power within it, and the way it interacts with his own power, it's not a pleasant warmth.

"Probably thought it was just a rock with cool carvings on it." The Slayer huffs, he supposes the guy should be glad he didn't accidently set it off bringing it back here. That'd be a whole other issue entirely. Not that the demon would've been able to stick around long, not with the Slayer here, however temporary it may be in the long run. Maybe that's what this little magic sphere is waiting for. The opportunity.

The amused reception to her wording choice puts Jashera's mind further at ease—or rather, as much ease as can be brought to it knowing that the two of them still had a very, very dangerous artifact casually passing between them. It allows more intrigue to set in as the Slayer turns over the object and seems to ruminate on the etched markings. Perhaps against her better judgment, she leans in to join on the observations.

Partly to attempt memorizing what she sees, given this is very likely to keep happening as multiple past memos have not stopped this casual collection building… And partly to pick his mind about the whole thing. What better opportunity to learn, right?

Especially when there's mention of portal creation.

"Yeesh, no kidding? A couple more of these and… shit, yeah, I'll pass the message along. If nobody else is going to keep an actual eye out," she grumbles and shakes her head, thinking for a moment before continuing. "So if I find more… What exactly should I do with them? Well—besides trying to get them to you so you can do your thing?"

If only she knew.

Daisy isn't sure what prompts the concern, but she understands the pity behind it. Her ears fold back as she rests her head on Jas' chest, not unlike a weary toddler seeking a comfortable place to lay their head down for a nap after a long, exciting day. She doesn't seem bothered by the prospect of the bathroom, more focused on enjoying the warmth and safety her words )and the lobby's heating system) provide.

It's only at the mention of a cat that her ears perk. Bright eyes open, seemingly processing the words. A cat? She's never met a cat before. Her only experience with one is from her old life; the neighbor's feisty ginger tom, Rusty, who strutted around like he owned the neighborhood and frequently walked along the fence between their properties. Occasionally, they'd make eye contact through the window. He'd sit and watch her, and she'd watch him. But Darling never let her outside when he was around -- too much of a risk.

Then one day, he ventured off into the woods and never came back. Honey joked that he must have heard about his upcoming vet visit and ran off. "I'd've done the same if I found out somebody was lookin' t' cut my balls off." Darling would tell him off for it and he'd laugh. And while it was true that it meant Daisy could go outside more often now without as much worry, she'd still stop and stare at Rusty's old perch on the fence, wondering where he was and how he was.

She wondered if not-Darling's cats would be as reserved.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a door opening right as they approach. A soft voice, lower but just as kind-sounding, catches her ear.

"Mimi, back--" Nick gently shoos the feline off so he can hold the door open for his partner, a lopsided grin on his face. For a moment, he's blinded -- his glasses rest atop his head while he rubs his eyes. "Hey, babe. Thought the cat wanted to go for a walk until I heard your voice n' thought you locked yourself out a... gain..."

Finally, he adjusts his glasses on his head and takes in the scene before him.

"Um... whatcha got there?"

Feeling Daisy rest against her brings an odd slew of emotions tugging on Jas' heart. Above all else, it inspires a deep-seeded need to protect her. There's a subtle shift in the way she holds the rabbit, her arms wrapping around her more securely as she brings one hand up her back to gently cradle her head. As her ears perk, lithe fingers begin to gently pet at her scalp.

An attempt to soothe in worry that mentioning the other pet would startle her further.

From her spot, she can see the way the sound of that softer, lower voice brings an almost adoring smile to the woman's lips—a smile she's seen Darling and Honey give one another at least a thousand times over. It grows brighter as the door opens, even if some nervousness starts to shine through.

It falters when Nick brings attention to her. Peeking around his legs to see Mimi trying to headbutt her way through, she mumbles a quick 'hold on' and clumsily squeezes past to bring herself and their newfound… companion? Pet? Inside.

"Uhmmmm a rabbit." That much is clear. She gives an awkward grin before sighing. "I was starting to clean up and Mimi just wouldn't stop growling at the window—I thought that squirrel was back trying to chew on the sill again. Well, uh, it wasn't. And I saw this poor little—well not so little—thing trying to hop through the snow and she just kept tripping. I didn't want her to get hurt, especially because—"

She turns her body to show off the prosthesis. That soft frown appears again, and her voice quiets. It's very clear she has a bleeding heart.

"She's clearly someone's pet. A well-loved one, too, considering how expensive something like this would be to have made. I thought maybe we could hold onto her, at least until we find her owner?"

@argcntheart said: “i love you.” — from jas, to nick ♡

Misc Prompts

No matter how many times he hears it, it'll always melt his heart.

"I love you too, babe." He leans down, kissing her forehead as he sets the thermos down on her desk next to the hot sandwich and fresh fruit bowl he's brought her for lunch. The familiar pink metal in speckled with stars and the cute, simplified outlines of various cat breeds. Her favorite blend of boba tea flavors, freshly mixed and handmade by her partner just for her, are perfectly chilled and refreshing.

It's such a small thing. But it makes her so happy. And while he's not always the best at cooking or baking, seeing her light up over his attempts to spoil her always make his heart flutter and encourage him to keep try.

He can't believe how lucky he is to have her.

@argcntheart said: "You know, you're really quite charming when you aren't killing people."

Dangerous Romance Prompts

"I have my moments."

For once, it is an unvarnished truth with no snark or sarcasm to shield it. His capacity to charm, to act kindly, to be gentle far surpassed his sense of violence, chaos, or destruction. He was, after all, originally intended to be something virtuous; his abilities a gift meant to inspire those virtues in others.

That was a long time ago. But old habits died hard.

It was why he allowed her to lay upon him, basking in the warmth of his body head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a pleased sigh. It was why he wrapped an arm around her, idly stroking her back and trailing his claws over her skin in slow, familiar patterns over and over. It was why he laid still and quiet and comfortable, allowing her the pleasure of a nap after spoiling her her favorite lunch and her favorite drink and her favorite sweet treat.

She called it charm.

He simply called it caring.

And he could be very caring when he wanted to.