<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214873.msg10589975#msg10589975">Quote from: Idlewyld on 13-10-2014, 04:15:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/clothilde_zps6d8b32de.jpg)<br/><br/>Clothilde leaned into the hug, wrapping her wings around Alex's back. Calming down a little, she tried to explain. "Well, it isn't that simple. I mean there's all sorts of factors - the request being made, the intent of the request, the amount of power required..." Then she took one look in Alex's eyes, the way her mistress was trying to make her feel better, and added, "but I'll try." She raised her hand, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and... Fwip. Alex's right pant leg went up in a passel of feathers which flew into the kitchen followed by Clothilde herself. The angel returned with the desired meal, happy to be of service, and relieved that this time the system worked out the way her mistress wanted. Handing the food over to Alex, she smiled, "As you requested, Mistress!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Alex gave the angel a warm smile as she took her food, but where was the coffee table? She looked around, and pulled it out from beside the couch. It made some since. Clothilde wouldn't have known where it was supposed to go, since it was moved aside to make way for the circle. She put her food down, picked up the remote off of the couch and turned on her television set, switching it over to Netflix when it came on, and turning on her anime. "Sit down," she said to Clothilde. "Do you like anime?" After a bite of her chicken and a moment of thought, she spoke up again, wondering. "Do you know what anime is?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214873.msg10591875#msg10591875">Quote from: Drake Valentine on 13-10-2014, 20:09:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em>”Mer-e-ca”</em></strong><br/><br/><em>“No Felix, it is, America. A-mer-a-ca.”</em><br/><br/>For the national citizens, the conversation was mostly lost as the men surrounding the younger male as they spoke in Latin. Their presence within the airport was an oddity as well, dressed in black robes that signified they were from some sort of church’s organization. Felix, on the other hand, wore more casual material, today was just going to be another learning experience like any other.  This time around it appeared it was business between some rich bigwigs that have been at a lost due to a possession or so they claimed. The youth wasn’t sure one way or the other as they departed from the airport and entered separate cabs for the long journey ahead of them.<br/><br/>Although nothing would truly prepare them for the scene when they arrived. The main living room compartment of the building was caked in blood splatters everywhere. A body of the deceased laid gruesomely murdered just before the crudely drawn summoning circle. Ideally, this looked more of a job for the police to handle, if it wasn’t for the fact that the rich owner didn’t want any real publicity regarding supernatural summoning or the calling of evil spirits to be known; even if it didn’t directly involved him, it still happened in his own home.<br/><br/>It may seem unfathomable if there wasn’t more solid proof and that was what was locked within the nearby basement. The man had told them that another of his butlers had managed to lure the monstrosity inside; of course, by now it was believed that that individual too was a sacrifice when he ended locked up within with the thing. Clawing and growling could be heard outside from the metal door that concealed whatever inhuman beast within and the owner warned them that it was best to not unlock the door, if there was anything they could do, they should do it from outside.<br/><br/>Presently, Felix’s group have never seen anything of this magnitude. They have heard stories of such in the past, but decided it best to prepare and perform a heavier exorcism later in the night. Reassuring the owner that things would be taken care of on their return, they departed from the building to make the necessary preparations and acquire what supplies were needed. <br/><br/>On that night as the group set up their preparations inside to drive away the evil entity, they had Felix make his own outside the building, using various charms to try to trap and bind the ‘spirit,’ in hopes of making it harder for it to escape if things go wrong. That was always a possibility since Felix was unsure how well the metal door would hold and supposedly the rest of the basement within was reinforced with concrete, ideally the creature should literally be trapped whatever it was, but no one wanted to take any chances.<br/><br/>From there, just in case, he decided to do his own summoning, setting up a circle outside from the building. It was drawn similar to the one within and he had obtained most of the necessary items required. Surely his efforts would bring a being capable of dealing with whatever was inside should things go horribly wrong. A gold feather that he had swiped from one of the fellow members of clergy, a bowl, and a bottle of water that he could just as easily ‘bless’ as any other. He started out with filling the bowl and purging the water, from there he went to his notes he kept and browsed through them.<br/><br/>Alarmed cries from the building broke part of his concentration, accidentally injuring himself unknowingly upon a sharpen edge of the golden feather. Blood already tainting the would be holy object and his eyes stayed upon the paper to retain most of his concentration as he dipped both hand and feather alike in the water, turning the liquids to a darker shade unaware. <strong>”I, Felix, summon you <em>angel</em> to be my servant from this day forth. I bind your soul to mine unconditionally, to support me, to honor me, and to serve me, without fail, against the tides of darkness and other evil, until I, your master releases you.”</strong> <br/><br/>With that, he lifted the golden feather from the crimson water, dropping it upon the center of circle as his eyes remained focused upon the notes within his other hand. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The center of the circle on the ground burned as smoke started to rise, and then a quick flash of flames erupted from it. It was rather small, and only lasted a second before being blown away, leaving ashes around it. After the flash, the figure of a girl appeared. A young looking girl with a tail. "And I was like, yo, give me some of those damn chips!" The girl blinked, and looked around as the smoke cleared. She looked on the ground, and after an angry groan she cried out, "Oh, dammit all! Not again!" She was dressed, if you could call it that, in a red tube top and medium-length black skirt. No shoes, nothing else covering her body, and the two items that did were torn and tattered. She stretched out her wings, which seemed to grow strangely, to their full length, which wasn't all that impressive actually--her tiny wings were shorter than her arms.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, and looked at Felix. He was young. And... what was that smell? It was a truly heavenly scent. Was he a virgin? Inexperienced, for sure. Summoning her, probably for sex, only... it wasn't the sad pitiful virginity stench, but... a pure, innocent one. Her smile faded and she raised a curious brow. What was a choir boy summoning a demon for? This probably wouldn't last long. Hell, he might just be practicing his exorcism, which... Dicidra preferred life in Hell so she wouldn't mind it even if it were a bit painful. "Felix Kaiser," she said. "You speak English? Or you gun' make me pull up that Latin shit?" There was something of a hiss to her voice, but not like a snake hiss, but a... an accent. A very strange accent for a demon to have. It was distinctly american, like some weird mix of the Southern, Valley Girl, and New York accents. "Sorry, I gotta introduce myself first, right?" She held out her hand to shake his. "I'm Dicidra, but feel free to call me the lazy demon bitch. Not really. You call me that, I'm gonna hurt you, but that's what my friends call me." As she rambled on, she pulled her hand away, and relaxed her wings and her posture. "Cept this one guy who calls me pillow princess from hell, which aint exactly inaccurate. Wach'ya want, sweetie?" She stepped closer to him, and leaned over just a little, putting a new smile on her face.