<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7O1TOfa.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Cloak/Tyrone Johnson<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holy Ghost Church, Manhattan<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, black t-shirt and sneakers, and of course a cloak<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dagger, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Tyrone was sitting in the rectory of the old Holy Ghost church, leaned back and playing a hand of poker with Father Delgado. The priest was winning, to say the least, and Tyrone had an absolutely awful hand. It looked very much like he was about to fold, in this game, but not in the 'spirited' debate they were having.<br/><br/>"All i'm saying, father, is that if there is a god watching over us mere mortals he's a hell of a lot less active about his business than the devil, because I know at least one demon who's going around eating people all willy-nilly, and he isn't concerned about being in the Lord's House right now."<br/><br/>Cloak's voice held a hollow echo, a side effect of his powers that while disturbing to most people was also extremely cool because it made him sound like Darth Vader. Delgado played his hand, and Cloak suppressed the urge to swear before putting down his own hand and sliding all the poker chips over to the priests side of the table.<br/><br/>"I mean, look at the world. There are so many evil people that tandy and I couldn't stop them all if there were a million of us. And when was the last time anyone got saved from a mugger or a rapist because they prayed?" Delgado waggled a finger at Tyrone as he spoke, beginning to deal out another hand.<br/><br/>"I disagree, Tyrone. The Lord may work in mysterious ways, but work he does. You and Tandy are living examples of his wisdom and glory. A child of light, beautiful as an angel who commands the devil to fight the good fight? That can only be god's work."<br/><br/><sub>'His god has forsaken him, and he is too foolish to realize it.'</sub><br/><br/>Tyrone chuckled and shook his head "Or it could be the work of a genetic mutation like all the other mutants out there. Either way, we'll never really know."<br/><br/><sub>'You know, portal guardian. You know that we demons feed on the souls and the light of life that his god bathes this world in, even as you mortals pray to your silent 'savior'. Stop wasting your time playing foolish games and go feed me their light. I hunger. Perhaps start with the priest....'</sub><br/><br/>Tyrone had long ago learned to mostly ignore the voice that spoke quietly but insistently in his head. The being called the Predator was an even more constant companion to him than Tandy, and even when he was by himself he was never truly alone. The Predator never, ever left him alone when he hungered, and Tyrone had also learned to mostly ignore that hunger as well.<br/><br/>"Speaking of Tandy, where did that radiant beauty get off to?" Delgado asked, and Tyrone looked at the priest coolly. He'd been commenting on Tandy's looks a lot lately, and while she herself seemed oblivious to it, Tyrone was a good deal more cynical and world-wise well beyond his years, and he most certainly had noticed.<br/><br/>"I haven't the faintest idea, father. She probably got bored of listening to us debate theology."<br/><br/><sub>'The priest hungers too. I can taste his desire...'</sub>