<strong>Name:</strong>Shenovi Katsakachi<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Trumpeter<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Demon?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern Vicinity/Wandering Off/Krum Farms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tiberius, Kadence, Antonius/Open<br/><br/>A part of him wanted to rip the Arch Angel’s throat out for the continue interference, though it wouldn’t serve much a purpose to attempt such a feat the way Shenovi was now; nor did he believe any pactmaker would be so willing to give their life away to put him above and beyond that footing. In the end he had no choice, but to disperse; although he played it off coyly, feigning an abrupt amount of boredom within the situation. Another yawn came, what fleeting hostility suddenly vanishing from the atmosphere as he recoil and relaxed himself.<strong>”Obviously you mistake me for ’one of your own’ and are foolish to believe that there is anything to endanger my well being. “</strong>The angel wanted him to the church? Was that being high or just plain oblivious in placing any faith that Shenovi would willingly cooperate? The concept did share an amusing amount of light to it, but it wasn’t anything to ensnare his desire to aid; choosing sides was beneath him, especially towards a group that couldn’t grasp Shenovi’s purpose on Earth.<br/><br/><strong>”I’m going to go out and <em>play,</em> have fun with the demon menace. I know I <em>will.</em>”</strong>He called up towards the angel after he had taken flight. Shenovi didn’t waste any time lingering here any further, nor did he go out to pursue the two that had ran off to the alleyways. They weren’t much of a concern of his anymore, neither of them held the will to wield his power so he would just be a wasted blade. His body shifted, quickly and gracefully turning around, before he was finally off from the scene. Footsteps beating in fluent rhythm as his feet carried him further and further from the tavern. The night wouldn’t last forever and Shenovi wanted to accomplish as much as possible before he may take his rest somewhere- where, yet he was unsure,- not that he needed to sleep, but it was a good time killer.<br/><br/>Play he did, within a short amount of time he had broken into several shops and took what he wanted. Bags to carry the stolen merchandise that were filled with clothing, oils, jewelry and all sorts of miscellaneous trinkets and strangely enough he still managed to pay for everything, despite what he had stolen. Jewelry of interest had been replaced by some of that of more value that he took from the bandit leader, other clothing and items were also paid by a ring or something of more value place on the counter alone with a ‘sorry for breaking your door down, this should cover all expanses’ note. Whether it did or not, Shenovi didn’t care, the shopkeepers should be thankful to have something returned to them in the process- although if others broke in afterwards and stole the rest, that was beyond him, he always<em>paid</em>for everything he took.<br/><br/>Before he was all good and done of his shopping and touring spree, he found himself near the farms, where the foulness was afoot. The bag he holstered over his shoulder was dropped to the ground, relieving himself of the additional weight he had been lugging around. He opened the contents, removing some oils he had taken, though he had nothing to soak them in. He didn’t want to get too close to the fields, he didn’t like the aroma from the dead plants; though the barn on the other hand. Well, nothing was stopping him in splashing it with the many oils he had gathered, some he wanted to use for more personal reasons; but he suppose he could always go back and buy more at daylight.<br/><br/>In the midst of all the splattering, he had also soak his clothes, the material being soon stripped from his being as he undressed, balled it up, and used it to break one of the side windows of the barn’s open. He hummed a melody to himself as he laid the soak material inside the window, returning to his belongings to take a flintstone and piece of metal, before swiping the piece of flint rapidly along metal. Sparks flew, though with a few more good strikes one of them caught the soaked fabric of his clothing and shortly afterwards the flames spread like wildfire around the outside of the barn while others snaked on inside. Straw, dead cattle, anything alike was soon engulfed, and a beautiful cloud of dark smoke was covering the night sky.<br/><br/>“Fire! Fire!” Someone screamed, probably one of the farmers that may of awoken to only glance out the window towards the burning barn and the naked arsonist before it. Shenovi paid them no mind as he casually returned back to his bag of goodies. The fire was way beyond them to even fathom to put out, if anything they would have to find a way to stop it from spreading any further.  His once more bare body shifting to kneel into the cool grass, concealing his dignity from view with his positioning, although the markings along his body were apparent from the light the fire produce. Quietly he went through the various clothing choices he had within, along with jewelry as well. His pink eyes did dart up towards the fields, pondering how to properly deal with them, if the chaotic flames didn't get out of control and reached the area. He didn’t have divine or demonic workings that some possessed, he only knew how to kill things with fire.