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Post by Wesley Wyndam Price on Apr 3, 2011 0:43:27 GMT -5
This demon definantly had nerve. How dare she call him a 'crazy British man.' He was British, yes, but he was far from crazy. And she was a demon! "Me....Crazy? You are the insolent demon who has nothing better to do than cast vengence upon innocents at your liking!" That was definantly crazy, to him. If there was one thing he had never been called before, it was crazy. He wouldn't be taking these insults from anyone, especially a vengence demon nonetheless! He was a man of pride. And right now he had the responsibility of saving these people from such a horrendous monster. Her words were full of poison and anger. He would need to tread carefully in such a situation. He knew vengence demons weren't easy to communicate or make deals with.
"Me. Interrupting you?" He questioned with a look of bizareness across his face. "You are the one plotting evil deeds in this place of entertainment, music and..." He glanced around noticing someone fall over a chair, "drunken teenagers." He sighed, before staring fiercely back at the vengence demon before him. "Hah, its not like you'd be able to interrupt my work, anyway. I am a watcher, a highly educated man trained in the heat of battle...I would understand that these things are not common to you, demon." He smiled with pride, raising his head in confidence, before remembering he had a very frustrated, powerful vengence demon before him, snapping back into focus and pointing the stake back at her. "But don't take those words or my humor lightly, demon! I can strike you in a mere instant, blinding you entirely! Don't underestimate my abilities, demon, as it will be your downfall!" Perhaps this wasn't the most productive way of dealing with the demon, considering the monster was still wreking havok, but he really didn't know what else he could do, and needed to improvise. He hoped it was working, even if partially.
"Oh, and did I mention, I have a slayer on my side. She'll be coming for your bones, striking you down in a powerful fury! Oh and she'll be here soon...Any moment..." He really wished he wasn't making the biggest bluff of the night, but he was running out of options. "Of course, she is the least of your worries, demon. I have been trained in all of the ancient forms of combat, and I know your moves even before you do. The slayer will just make sure you never make your evil plots or spells again." Then the demon mentioned that 'they were getting what they deserved.' No, that couldn't be the case. No one deserved to be transformed into an ugly and demonic monster, who enjoys killing people. And no one deserved to be killed by that monster. "Got what she deserved? You are full of trickery! You trick people into making these 'wishes...' but that is not what they really want. You corrupt their emotions and use them for your own pleasure."
He was then told to go away and drink some tea. He did feel like some tea, actually, especially after the stress infuelled in him from this demonic creature, and even her attitude. She was really a difficult person to be around, he wasn't even sure how she managed to get a wish out of someone. "I am not going anywhere until you undo what you did, demon! And you better do it fast, I'd hate to know what the slayer will do when she finds out what you've done. She doesn't like demons, you see." [/size]
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Post by Anyanka on Apr 3, 2011 12:08:11 GMT -5
It...wasn't working. Why wasn't he going away? She had been sure he'd go for the tea thing. Anyanka sighed impatiently as the man began to rebuke her for her 'plotting of evil deeds', becoming more and more frustrated with this entire situation with every passing moment. Couldn't she even exact a little vengeance in peace without being harassed for it? The demon's scowl darkened slightly; the man's boastings of being a 'watcher' followed by his insistence that he posed a real threat to her were not improving her mood. In fact, Anyanka was pretty sure that this nonsense had gone on long enough. Tensing, she took a threatening step towards him, her expression cold. "Fine. I tried to warn you. Now I'm going to have to maim you horribly, and I really didn't want to get blood on this dress—"
She paused as she registered his words about the slayer. Hesitating, Anyanka surveyed him closely, trying to decide whether or not this was another one of his bluffs. Normally she would have immediately passed it off as such, and yet...this man was human. How many humans could boast that they knew a slayer, because how many humans even knew that slayers existed? Despite the fact that they were in Sunnydale, most people weren't exactly well-versed in terms of the supernatural. Not only that, but this man clearly had immediately recognized her as a vengeance demon. Perhaps he...wasn't a regular human after all. And if his claims were genuine, she would have one extremely vindictive slayer on her hands if she attempted to harm him. Anyanka had really been hoping to keep her presence in Sunnydale low-key for the moment, and the last thing she needed was an angry demon-killer on her tail.
"Got what she deserved? You are full of trickery! You trick people into making these 'wishes...' but that is not what they really want. You corrupt their emotions and use them for your own pleasure."
"I'm familiar with my own job description, thank you." Anyanka huffed, now thoroughly irritated that it looked like her fun was going to be spoiled. D'Hoffryn was not going to be pleased when he found out that she had reversed a wish, but at this point her options were limited. Clearly this man was not going to leave her alone until she reversed the spell, and if she tried to make him, she'd have to deal with a slayer. She once again glanced over to the formerly human suvolte demon, turned back to the man before her, and sulkily slumped her shoulders. Well, this was extremely upsetting. Anyanka didn't like losing. At all.
"Okay," she growled after a moment. "I don't normally do this, but since you're so intimidating..." The demon gave a sarcastic roll of her eyes, glanced around the club to make sure there weren't any respectable demonic entities around to witness her making deals with a human, and continued, "If you agree not to go blabbing about me being a vengeance demon all over town, then I suppose I could afford to undo the wish. Otherwise, well...your slayer better get here soon." Anyanka couldn't help finishing with a threat for good measure, her eyes narrowing slightly.
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Post by Wesley Wyndam Price on Apr 4, 2011 6:18:27 GMT -5
He had this feeling at the back of his mind that provoking this demon with insults wasn't the reasonable thing to do in the situation at hand, and could lead to his downfall. This was confirmed, when the demon took a step towards him, with a threatening glance. Oh dear. This was getting bad, very bad. Of course, he was confident that his skills would overpower this demon, however he wasn't really wanting to take chance with that. He'd prefer to continue talking. He was good at talking, as long as it didn't involve further provoking this demon. He could be nice, maybe that would work? He didn't think this demon would accept any friendly gestures. He could offer her some tea on his own payment, however based on her earlier comment, she wouldn't be too inclined for that. Why didn't anti-British people hate tea so much?
He gulped softly, before looking back up at the demon. "Maim me? Blood? I'm sure there are more civil ways that we can resolve this...Do you like tea, perhaps?" Oh dear, he had brought up tea. See what nerves had done to him. Now she was probably going to take it the wrong way and really will maim him. Lord, he wasn't wanting to be maimed. He hadn't scorned anyone, therefore the vengence demon shouldn't be able to maim him. Yes...They could only harm people who hurt someone else. But he was positive that wasn't going to stop her from throwing him across the room right now. After all, vengence demons possessed inhumane strength. Oh dear, he wasn't sure which would be worse. Being maimed sounded so...Dreadful. At least if he was thrown across the room he would keep his dignity...And well, could feign unconsciousness until she left. But that wouldn't get rid of the monstrous demon wreking the Bronze, right now.
Then the unthinkable happened. The vengence demon agreed to reverse the spell. He was intimidating? Of course he was...This brought some confidence back to his features, where an unforced confident smile appeared. Wait till people heard about this. How Wesley Wyndam Price single handedly defeated the vicious and mightly demon of vengence with his words. Oh? He couldn't go blabbing? Ah, well it was a small price to pay for a great deed he would do. Even if people couldn't know. "Of course!" His smile was more revealing now, before leaning in to the demon, as if letting her in on a secret. "Between you and me, people already knew of the great deeds I do around town. But we can keep this one a secret, I suppose." He withdrew himself, still with the happy, yet relieved smile plastered on his lips. "Well. I guess this is all? I'm glad we could do business my great demon friend. So I'll be seeing you around, yes? I just hope there isn't any trouble of course...I'm a pretty big threat around here, you see." He smiled, waiting for her to reverse the spell, hoping to never have to deal with her again. Then he could be off from this place, and look for Faith elsewhere. And, of course keep this to himself, despite the fact that she was evil. [/size]
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Post by Anyanka on Apr 4, 2011 21:35:38 GMT -5
Unimpressed with the man's offer of tea as an alternative to violence, Anyanka couldn't help but wrinkle her nose slightly in distaste. Why would she want to skip off with a human to go drink some strange bitter beverage that was apparently so popular in his own country? As far as human drinks went, she really only saw the point of alcohol...and coffee. But she'd learned it was better to stay away from any non-decaffeinated coffee; it tended to make her kind of hyper...which was both disreputable behavior as far as her demonic dealings were concerned, and it was dangerous for anyone who happened to be nearby. But Anyanka scoffed; coffee, tea, or any other beverage were completely beside the point. Right now, all that was important was that this man agree to her proposed bargain, and quickly...she really did not appreciate waiting.
When he did agree to her terms, Anyanka didn't immediately respond. Instead, she took a moment to survey him suspiciously, wondering how exactly how trustworthy humans were supposed to be when it came to keeping their word. "You'd better not be lying to me," she gritted out after a moment. It'd be much easier to deal with the human race if they'd all just be straightforward about their intentions and emotions, but this was rarely the case. Of course they had to make everything so difficult...
But, for now, she supposed she'd take his word for it. The vengeance demon nodded mundanely to his boasts of the apparent great deeds he'd committed; his cheeriness really wasn't making her feel any better. She scoffed lightly. "If by 'big threat', you mean a big threat to my job, then yes. I agree." Anyanka muttered grumpily. Thanks to this guy, she was already anticipating the lecture she was going to have to sit through when D'Hoffryn discovered that she'd reversed a wish. A deal was a deal, however, and with one last reluctant sigh she turned to the demon across the club. One hand fluttered to touch the jade pendant she wore around her neck, while she waved the other rather dramatically at the suvolte demon. Within the next second, the creature had reverted to his former human self, looking rather stunned as he teetered dangerously on the spot...and then collapsed to the floor.
Anyanka rolled her eyes. What a wimp. With a soft tsk of disdain she turned back to the British man, and spoke again dryly, "There you go. He's a normal, spineless rat of a teenage boy again. Happy?" she demanded sulkily.
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Post by Wesley Wyndam Price on Apr 7, 2011 9:51:03 GMT -5
Was this 'she' demon now calling him a liar? Clearly she wasn't educated in British culture, otherwise she'd have realized that the British are known for their honesty and great respect for the truth. Did she not realize that England was the Queen's council, after all? He had great respect for Britain, and knew that he would honour them by being the honest and respectable young man that he was. He was making them proud by fighting evils with every step he takes, and ridding the world of great evils and chaos by training his slayer to banish them to the underworld! If only his 'slayer' actually lived up to that hype. He had a lot to work with here, but at the same time, she had a lot to live up to. He wasn't just anyone, he was one of the elite's of the watchers. He had a name for himself, he did.
"Lie? I would never lie. You see demon, I am an Englishman who has honour for his country and his job. It might be hard for a...Scorned demon to understand, but we do tell the truth and keep our promises." He just hoped she had some respect for promises and didn't decide to wrek anymore chaos, particularily with the now human young man. He would hate to see him turn into that ugly beast again, now that was a sight! He twitched his spectacles with his hand, before glancing back at the demon with a stern look now appearing on his face. "Yes, now that you know who I am, you'll need to watch your back, demon. You see, I could run you out of business and have you sitting on your sofa, powerless. Ah, but that would be too easy for you..." he said with a confident smile now plastered once again on his face. "I think that this is all that you have going for you, isn't that right? I think that vengence is all that you are good for, and you aren't even that good at that! Well, at least you know you were outmatched by a great, you may have some dignity to your name demon, if you had any already."
When she mentioned that he was a 'spineless rat' and whether he was happy, he smiled with a slight look of gratefulness. "Ah, but a great watcher is never happy until all evil is pledged from this town..." He looked at Anya, awkwardly, before going on. "But yes...I am rather happy. That was nice of you to ask...It seems we are making some process." He still wasn't feeling too comfortable around this demon, despite defeating her at her own game. He swallowed, softly. "Well then...I guess I'd better be off." He began walking off nervously, not even sure how he could handle that abrupt exit. He just wanted to leave this place of music and head-banging teenagers. Ah, Sunnydale...
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Post by Anyanka on Apr 8, 2011 22:34:58 GMT -5
Anyanka sighed inwardly at the man's evident pride in his nationality, and she barely refrained from grumbling when he proclaimed his honor and honesty. English, American, Russian...it didn't make any difference to her; all humans were pathetic and double-crossing. ...Well, maybe it made a slight difference if they were French. The French frightened her a little.
Still, if the watcher's delusions of grandeur would bind him to his word, she wasn't going to make a point of arguing. So, biting back her agitation at being referred to in such a demeaning manner, the vengeance demon for once managed to keep her mouth shut in hopes that the human man would soon finish lecturing her and be on his way. It transpired, however, that Anyanka wasn't lucky enough to get away without enduring a few more haughty comments. And these ones...weren't so easy for her to ignore. Initially, confusion flickered in her expression when he stated that vengeance was 'all she was good for'.
"Yes." Anyanka agreed blankly. "I am a vengeance demon. What more would I want to be good for? I don't need anything else." Her tone, while slightly haughty, was nonetheless earnest. Vengeance was the only thing that mattered to her in this horrid, unforgiving world. What else was there? Certainly none of the silly things that humans wasted their time with...but then, when the man's next comment about not being good at her job registered, Anyanka's scowl darkened. This, she would not tolerate. How dare he suggest that she was in any way incompetent? Why...she was regarded as one of the greatest vengeance demons in existence! A snarl formed on her lips, but before she could either hiss out some retort or move to attack the man, he was speaking again.
Anyanka paused, her seething anger suddenly halted by sheer dubiousness at the watcher's words. He...was even worse at picking up on sarcasm than she was! She hadn't thought it was possible, but apparently she'd been wrong. Thoroughly exasperated, the demon could only watch mutely as the man promptly turned to leave. In the last couple minutes, he'd managed to ruin her wish, insult her skill as a demon and completely irritate her. And she couldn't so much as break his arm for it, because that would invoke his slayer's wrath and thus completely defeat the purpose of his promise to keep Anyanka's presence here a secret. There was really nothing she could do now, except teleport away and try desperately to forget this entire embarrassing incident.
With one last disgusted glance around the club, Anyanka did exactly that. Ugh. She really despised humans.
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