<i><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Switch Maltrese</span></span>​</div></i><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><div style="text-align: center">Once she was more in control of herself, she stopped tapping her foot and lit up one of her strange but scent-addictive and soothing cigarettes. The black tip flared cherry red as it lit when it touched her lips. Ava would probably see that she didn't use a lighter to light up her cigarettes. He'd probably already started to notice strange things about her and the vibes she received from him proved it. His instincts were telling him to kill her. She could see it and read it in his body language that he was tense but confused. The scent poured off of him and his aura flared a dark purple around the edges. <br/>
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She could only see them on certain people- not all. She could see the auras of people who had committed sins, thanks to Daddy Dearest. It wasn't a power or an ability in her opinion. It was like being born deaf or blind or mute. It was just something that happened. But it was a trait that was inherited by Lucifer's offspring. Devils could see the tainted- Demons could see the pure. It was why Devils- like herself- destroyed demons. But it was only because she had shreds of humanity. Not all Devils were 'evil.' She sighed as she let out a stream of rainbow smoke.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"There were instructions, but one could read them...except for me. Apparently, someone sabotaged our journey."</span><br/>
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And just who could it have been? She wasn't sure. Her father may have been a Devil but he had honestly loved her mother enough to mourn her death and seek her out. Devils weren't heartless after all, just hardened and devoid of most of what made humanity what it was. Hell was hard on the soul- if they managed to keep theirs. Taking another drag, she leaned up against the wall, crossing her arms lightly so she could still smoke. Colors filled the space between them as she stared at Ava, her eyes seeming to shift colors a moment much like the vapors. She sighed, releasing a puff of blue and gold. She had wanted to avoid this.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"It's a high-ranking demon. And the way to get rid of it is...if I expel it from the Captain's body...however, if it gains a corporeal form, I will do what must be done. The only other person potentially capable of stopping it is Howl- if he doesn't get devoured by his nightmares."</span><br/>
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And the only way for Howl to save Karita was to get it out of her head and into his. And he had way too many nightmares to protect himself from. He may be an Illusionist and protected against mental invasion to such a degree even Lucifer couldn't get in, however, if he became demon-possessed, his will power and soul would get destroyed in the process. Howl had too many skeletons in his closet that the demon would take obscene pleasure in digging up.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"Stupid, stupid, stupid..."</span><br/>
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He murmured as he walked along the deck. He couldn't go near anyone right now. He was too wired to fight, to hurt because he hurt someone else. Because he hurt, too. But it had been wrong. Whatever had been fueling them hadn't just been their pent-up desires. He had felt his energy slowly being drained out of him. He knew Jasna wouldn't be able to tell- she didn't have those extra senses because she was a mortal- but he did. He could still feel the pull against his skin like a sunburn. What was it, exactly? It had felt like Switch but it had been warped and tainted far beyond what she read like. But the base energy had been the same. But what was it? Was it a Devil like her? Or...a demon? He'd never encountered a demon before and Switch was the only Devil-half bred or not- that he'd met. Switch had told him stories about how demons usually flocked to her because though she had sinned, her humanity was pure. It was a hard thing to explain. Hell, he still didn't know what exactly to think.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"I need to talk to Switch.."</span><br/>
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He murmured under his breath as he rounded a corner. He came to his quarters and dropped off his armor and over-shirt. He didn't feel like putting it on even if it was flexible and gave him free moment. He felt hot and aggravated and needed the wind against his skin. Shutting his cabin door, he felt his boots thump hard against the wood. If he wasn't careful, he'd put a hole in the floor. He heard his inner thoughts tell how much of an idiot, failure, and weakling he was. He didn't take claim on Jasna's body and the voices he sometimes heard in his head were mocking him. Probably from all the times he had stepped into people's minds. He took a little bit with him if he stayed too long. But then they stopped as he came into proximity with Switch. She was like a balm on his mind for reasons he didn't understand. But he stopped when he glimpsed Ava and her in a serious discussion, hearing the words "demon" and "Howl." This couldn't be good. He didn't want to make an appearance just yet so he held back and listened.<br/>
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