<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shizuru, Demon Samurai Bartender</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Everywhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Shizuru glowered at Marc from behind her shades. Being ordered around left a bad taste in the demoness' mouth. This is why she hated owing anyone anything. Still, whatever she had to do to get free and clear shed probably do; but that didn't mean she had to like it. The final straw, however, came when the nephalim called her 'Shizzy'. A sneer curled her lip and she broke away from the werewolf, stepping across the office to Marc. Shizuru's left hand gripped his shoulder. Hard. She leaned in and murmured into his ear with quiet anger in her voice, "I don't care what I owe you or how powerful you are. If you ever disrespect me with another pet name ever again, I will show you what hell is like. There will be nothing left of you or the obnoxious techno nightmare you call a club except ashes and the echoes of my laughter."<br/><br/>She squeezed him hard, with pressure that would've shattered his shoulder had he been mortal. Leaning back, she patted him lightly on the chest and helpfully adjusted his tie before stepping into the elevator.<br/><br/>The trip down was fun.<br/><br/>She got to share the car with a rapidly expanding lycanthrope until it was filled with more fur than Burlington Coat Factory. At the bottom, shotgun pellets were also jockeying for some of that space. The wolfs attempt at shielding her brought a smirk to her lips and she lightly touched his arm, "I appreciate the gesture, but mortal weaponry is less than effective on demons. Save your own hide, I'll be fine."<br/><br/>Jack (or was it Hyde now?) came barreling out as soon as the doors opened, slaking his thirst for violence. She, on the other hand, strolled through the gunfire and clashing supernatural entities on her way to the bar, casually tossing aside the mortal henchmen that were unfortunate enough to be in her way.<br/><br/>"I'm glad someone is going with my 'ashes and laughter' plan for this place, but what a waste of good booze..." muttered the demon. Shizuru settled on top of what remained if the counter and picked through what little remained of the bottles. A few we're intact, at least. She ignored the fighting for the moment, not yet convinced that she should even bother with them. The others had it well in hand. The only standout seemed to be the demon, and his powers seemed to be resurrection and wearing a suit so ugly it hurt to look at.<br/><br/>