<strong>Name:</strong>Shenovi Katsakachi<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Trumpeter<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Demon?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern Vicinity<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tiberius, Kadence, Baa'lethor<br/><br/>Oh, wise choice of move to bar the door close; it served enough to detour the pink eyed man as he paused before the wooden structure. He gave a mere twist to the knob, a push, and no result. Most may attempt to bash through it, but he didn’t want to play the part of looking a fool in an attempt to break a door down. He wasn’t utterly concerned about what was promised to him, though it had to be important by how much trouble those individuals went to keep him from it. He even had to fight back the laughter that sought to burst from his chest at the trouble foolish mortals went through, for what, paper and scribed words, along with some shitty cover to protect it? Thoughts raced of what to do with it if he got his hands upon it, maybe rip it to shreds, perhaps burn it, or he could always eat it. Not the most promising of latter choices, but it would have a comical light to it all the same. Then again, perhaps he would play out another role, humor himself some with these humans, there was no need to rush any plans within this unknown realm. He had plenty of time to lay upon destruction and mayhem, once the proper suitor was located.<br/><br/>But<em>who?</em>Riffraff filled the tavern, the majority of them seemed unaware of the danger they were in. The ones that had sense to grasp the situation made their way to the back; though no where was truly safe. They may of temporarily barred his route, but there were others. The front door was too far and that meant backtracking, Shenovi preferred side detours as he turned to gaze towards the closest of windows. His lips crooked into a confident grin, determining that the layout of this building meant they were heading to the back, all he had to do was meet them on the exit and request his just reward from the thief that promised him it. It was only fair to take what was offered, even if he didn’t honor the other end of the bargain.<br/><br/>Though he didn’t dwell to long on such thoughts, already moving, his body bolting towards the window. Most patrons moved away from the rushing man, his limber body skimming over tables and overcoming other obstacles in his way. His entire frame launching itself towards his destined exit, glass shattered as he went into a barrel roll upon the ground. His clothes were torn, his hands cut, fortunately he wasn’t too grotesque up from his exit. His body casually rising, hands brushing off shards of glass from his clothing, other digits moved to prick the crimson coated specks from his flesh as he made his way onwards around back. Perhaps he would give the two a good thrashing for the wounds inflicted on him, he had yet to really decide his course of action as he paused to see someone or something running on out of the building in a frantic.<br/><br/><em>Demon.</em>It was the aura, Shenovi wasn’t so blind to it, humans may vaguely be capable of sensing such a thing; but whenever was that male a mortal creature? Maybe that fiend got to the two of them before him, his right hand rose towards his face, tongue darting across the back of his hand in a feline gesture to lick his blood from his wounded flesh.<em>Maybe I will kill you instead if you took my fun away.</em>Was the thought his eyes emphasized as he watched the individual vanish off towards the alleyway.<strong>”But wait, I already killed someone. Tsk, tsk, Shenovi. You can’t go around killing everyone you bump into or come across. You will never make <em>friends</em> that way.”</strong>Again he had to fight back the humor that was swelling, though it was harder to contain and inevitably it erupted from his lips. It wasn’t a jolly cackle, nay, it was aloof, a psychopathic harmony of fits; but it waned as did all other things when he finally stood before the back entrance door of where his other prey lingered.<br/><br/><em>Oh, it was that type of demon, now was it?</em>There were still traces of it in the air, although he was positive it would be graver on the opposing gender. Thankfully it wasn’t the other way around, he did despised a greater state of vulnerability when his powers were already sealed enough as they were. Living the life of the equivalent human was depressing enough, his tongue growing poise and paused at his injury. Like a gentleman he waited in that eerily silence once the two of them were properly situated, his gaze flicking from one and the other and back again. Would either of them do?<br/><br/>He made no notion to step inside with them, he was contempt with the open air outside, looming about within the doorway to their freedom.<strong>”I have an inquiry for you both. Answer and you can keep your book.”</strong>His voice grew pause as his attention flicked from the woman and towards the brute of a man.<strong>”And you can keep your life.”</strong>Again his attention wavered from one and the other, speaking to them both, addressing them with a simple glance here and there.<strong>”But answer honestly as my humor doesn’t need to be sated with foolishness.”</strong>There was a brief pause, but he didn’t wait for their answer, their decision. He would pass his judgment upon either of them given their response and mayhaps be on his way.<strong>”So here is my riddle for you. You find yourself standing before a fountain of power and there is a war raging between good and evil, angels and demons. This power itself could very well tilt the balance on either scale. Would you take the side of divinity, live in a world of peace and tranquility, but knowing most ambitions would be governed over? Would you go demonic, a land enslaved with darkness, bowing your head to those above you? Or.. Would you use this power for yourself and shape a world as you see fit? “</strong>And now his gaze remained curiously on the both of them, gauging them and measuring what response may come. Though he was truthful all the same to his word, as long as they were honest, he would let them be on their way; unless of course their answer pique his interest. A test he gave to all mortals he happened across.