<strong>Name:</strong>Shenovi Katsakachi<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Trumpeter<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Demon?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Krum Farms/Graveyard/Roaming Outskirts<br/><strong>Opened:</strong>Bullying NPCS<br/><br/>Interesting, to say the least, perhaps all the smoke was creating an illusion from the fire or maybe Shenovi had done right lost his marbles. He was always a bit crazed, psychopathic- sometimes,-  but who in their right mind could retain a perfect sanity after living the amount of lives he had and dying his number of deaths? His body rose to its feet, dressed again in another array of clothing, perhaps this time he could property keep them on as he had a knack of losing them twice in not even a day. The fabrics weren’t that flashy as the others, and still they kept a dark hue about them; a pair of ebony trousers and equally black linen shirt, which itched and irritated his skin. It might even come awkward to this messenger as Shenovi cocked his head slowly to one side in response, not speaking a word, staring back and scratching his fingers across his waist; but that didn’t seem to help his situation either. His calmness unwavering,  even with the notation of a warning he didn’ stir. For all he knew this could be some cheap parlor trick of one of the demons or angels and at best he ignored it as whatever it was finally dispersed from the scene.<br/><br/><strong>”An angel tells me to go to church.”</strong>His hands moved, slipping to take off the irritating shirt, discarding it towards the ravaging flames that the poor peasants continued to feebly put out and be swallowed whole as well as a result.<strong>”A dead man tells me to go to a theatre.”</strong>He continued, dissecting his choices within his head as he took his leave from the farms. Time was waning and whatever choice he made would be late. Even the wicked needed their rest once in awhile and the Trumpeter saw no need to go running and parading to any other’s tunes. Being asked and advised was just as good as being told to do something, what gain would it be in for him to side with those holy sources or even the dead? He sighed as he lifted his possession over his shoulder, carrying the bag of goodies out from the farmyard and further along the rural portion of the land.<br/><br/>There was a smaller church, rundown and abandoned by the looks of it. He stepped over fallen stone and planks of broken wood, glancing towards the broken glass windows and the destroyed interior. Age had taken the building, a better home than most. Whereas a cathedral may be fortified and blessed, why this place was elusive. Overgrown grass, broken gravestones, and a few empty graves that had been dug up but no one rooted in them. Far away here in the countryside where even the farmers wouldn’t bat an eye at; let alone those city folks. Still, Shenovi was positive  he would also have to deal with anyone attempting to take over his newly founded hideout, sometimes lesser demons would get curios and leave their ranks to check out things like this; foolish imps and the like.<br/><br/>Although he rather not think about such things as he made his way through the graveyard, tossing his belongings into one of the opened graves. He briefly took the time to resurvey his surroundings and once he decided it was safe enough, he dropped inside the opened grave containing his junk. Shenovi’s hands patted along his bag, before using it as a makeshift pillow.<strong>”And I tell myself to go to bed.”</strong>His voice sighed out, there had been plenty of shenanigans for one day and night for him to deal with. He knew that if he attended that theatre nothing but bad luck would follow.  His body slipped to lay down, resting his head atop his bag; the way he laid upon his back made him appeal more of a corpse, especially with his arms crossed over his chest and his lids drooped down to close his pink eyes.<br/><br/>It was amazing that he could sleep through anything, the chaos that reigned on the outskirts of the town never woke him, despite his location. The building was already rubble, it wasn’t as if it could really be desecrated any further as it was. He wasn’t sure how long he had slept either, but with daybreak he rose, lazily stretching himself out; before gazing around him and his surroundings.<br/><br/>The first concept of thought was<em>oh damn I died again</em>, but that idea wavered when he realized he was still covered in clothes and dirt and that this was the same location in which he came this night. Pink eyes flickered, looking left and right, scanning the dead terrain; before finally shrugging the ordeal off.<strong>”Ain’t no business of mine.”</strong>He lifted his bag, throwing it over his shoulder, before pulling himself from the grave and soon being on his way. There were many other barns and smaller buildings destroyed, the countryside was a mess. Shenovi’s body sidestepping the insects, such things he could deal with easily if it wasn’t for the shackles of his power. A shame he couldn’t kill them all with fire, the ground was too dead to be burned, if possible he might of set the fields around him aflame again to torch everything in his wake.<br/><br/>He did pause in place, coming across a few stray imps; of course their demon form was long gone, appealing like fable dwarves with their short stature, enough to almost be mistaken for human children. They were fixed upon looting a fallen building, such greedy and ugly little things they were, even in human form. He was even set on continuing on his way till one of them came up to him and withdrew a chipped dagger, demanding for Shenovi to hand over his goods. The trumpeter’s head merely tilted to one side as he cast his pink gaze down to the would be robber, his expression blank, not knowing if he should laugh or just pity the poor cretin. Again the demands were spoken, such a gutter tongue. Shenovi’s hold lax on his goods, though instead of dropping them on the ground, he dropped the weighted portion of belongings atop the imp. In normal circumstances the demon might of just been able to get out from under them or throw them off, but there was added weight of Shenovi’s right foot crushing down atop the bag and pinning the foul humanoid beast to the earth.<strong>”Hideous things you are.”</strong>And cowardly as well, his eyes followed the remaining ones that quickly fled from the scene, perhaps seeking to alert a stronger demon; such was their tactics when they felt danger, that or regroup in greater amounts.<strong>”Yes, do squeal louder down there, I do hope your companions come back to your aid. So I can play me a good old game of imp pinging. I have a lot of aggression I need to release this morning, you know how it is, right? Waking up, everything all blacken, people I could be killing already kilt and stuff I could be burning already burnt.”</strong>More pressure was added, threatening to crack bones. Screams of anguish followed from Shenovi’s new founded prey, but it would be allow before the creature broke- which made torturing demons or angels more entertaining than that of humans.<strong>”What’s that, you don’t know what imp pinging is? Well, whenever your friends return I’ll be glad to show you and them. After all, it is impossible with just us two.”</strong>