<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias, Riks, Danny<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar and Office<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Riks saw that the bull-man was quickly distracted from his task by the chance to talk to a woman, but rather than yell at him to move on to the back room, the massive orc just rolled his eyes and got back to serving drinks to everyone who was waiting at the bar. He wasn't going to ruin it if the minotaur wanted to have a little bit of fun, especially if it helped ease him into his new life there in the city. He doubted anyone back there really needed serious medical attention, anyway. Not anyone that he or his boss really cared about, anyway.<br/><br/>The orc's thoughts returned to his work, and to what could be going on in the office above with those potential recruits, almost preventing him from noticing what was coming. There was a disturbance on the dance floor that served as the club's bottom layer. The bouncing and writhing of the crowd of buzzed dancers fell away. What was once a single mass of movement and excitement was now a static collection of individuals, some in suits and dresses, others in leather and miniskirts. Each was as unsavory as the last, and right then, all eyes were focused toward the center of the group, which held its ground before shattering outward at the loud crack of an explosion, followed by a burst of searing white flame that tore up the steps and walls of the club like light from Heaven piercing into the dimension. The trail of white flame traveled along the floor and up the walls with the speed of an arrow, heading straight for the bar. The kitsune, who had witnessed everything from his post at the elevator, didn't have enough time to interfere, but thankfully Riks' head was screwed on tight that day.<br/><br/>The orc cleared the counter just in time to avoid getting incinerated as the flame tore through and shattered every last bottle of spirits on the shelves behind the bar, igniting the alcohol and setting the entire wall ablaze. Those that were at the bar that weren't thrown back or knocked out by the initial shockwave were busy putting out embers on their clothing, but the dark-skinned orc hardly seemed fazed at all. He was quickly joined by the small bouncer, who was swift to draw a trashy old handgun from the waist of his trousers; hardly a weapon fit for Marc's primary defender, but the same could be said about the fox himself. Riks, meanwhile, reached into the ruins of his counter and pulled out an ax of almost certainly enchanted origin, tall as the orc himself, with a blade dulled blueish-silver and a handle of ancient, indestructible oak, with runes carved in of the old languages, languages of power.<br/><br/>Whether by security system or act of devil, every patron in the club vanished in a puff of black smoke, leaving behind only the men and women Marc had been seeking to hire, and those that had been seeking to kill Marc. There were at least five stationed in obvious spots around the room: two were clearly vampires, with a human (possibly a necromancer) standing just outside the bathrooms, and an unreadable fourth assailant just a few meters from the elevator. The most obvious was the demon standing down in the center of the dance floor, wearing a gray pinstripe suit and matching hat, like the gangsters of the classic era. He looked rather pleased with the damage he had caused, standing with a cigar pinched between his white, grinning teeth as he waited for a response, through word or action.<br/><br/>Marc, of course, saw all this commotion take place from the comfort of his couch, which he didn't see any need to leave just yet. He actually seemed rather amused as he back up to Shizuru and Jack, who had been allowed to see the whole thing themselves. "You two should probably get down there if you want to get paid. And Shizzy, remember to give my friend a little bit of blood to get him started," the nephilim "suggested" finishing off the contents of the glass, leaving him dry until the liquor was replaced.