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Kara x Zephyrine
"Actually I have several....." Rattler started to say before Emerson started to do a spell on her own. "Why even ask" he huffed and crossed his arms as he waited fro the spell to work. A few moments after the third Malachi was uttered he appeared behind Emerson with a smirk. "I knew you'd want to come back to me"
Emerson had only been joking, of course, so she peeked her eyes open to wait for Rattler to start an actual chant. Instead she heard the familiar voice behind her and jumped so badly she almost hit Rattler. She cursed and turned on Malachi. "How the hell did that even work?" she muttered, her eyes narrowed.
"Well, I was just waiting for you to desperately call out my name," Malachi hummed, tucking his hands behind his back and stepping closer to the two. "What's up?" He knew she had called him for a reason, and she wasn't dumb- she wasn't just giving herself up to him.
"Well, I was just waiting for you to desperately call out my name," Malachi hummed, tucking his hands behind his back and stepping closer to the two. "What's up?" He knew she had called him for a reason, and she wasn't dumb- she wasn't just giving herself up to him.
Rattler held onto Emerson and gently moved her to stand next to him. "We want your help, just know that if you try anything you'll be dead before you get the chance to regret it" he said looking the angel in the eye as he threatened him. "Understand" he said, though it was clear that the angel didn't. He sighed softly before started to whistled. A second later a person walking by them on the street suddenly fell down to the ground in pain. They scream as something seemingly tugged at their arm, then before they knew it there ulna shot out of the flesh and lodged into Malachi's leg. All the while Rattler had been whistling, controlling the movements of the bone.
Malachi watched the person on the ground with disinterest until he keeled over and held onto his own leg. "Okay okay! I get it! I'll behave!"
Emerson stayed next to Rattler and looked down at Malachi. "You're going to help us get Bones away from the prison he's in." She figured 'prison' sounded better than demonic hellhole.
Emerson stayed next to Rattler and looked down at Malachi. "You're going to help us get Bones away from the prison he's in." She figured 'prison' sounded better than demonic hellhole.
Rattler nodded slightly, "Yeah, turns out he's not dead. Sucks for you dude" he said with a small smile before looking around a little bit. "We should probably go some place a little more private to talk" he said.
"So how-"
Emerson interrupted Malachi to agree with Rattler, turning around to look at the people and buildings around them. "But where are we supposed to go? It's not like any of us own a house around here right now." She arched a brow at Rattler. "Do you?"
Emerson interrupted Malachi to agree with Rattler, turning around to look at the people and buildings around them. "But where are we supposed to go? It's not like any of us own a house around here right now." She arched a brow at Rattler. "Do you?"
Rattler nodded slightly "Actually yeah I do, but I'm not going to show Malachi where it is" he said and looked around for a second. "We'll just break into a house that no one's currently at and or living in" he said.
"smart," Emerson muttered, shooting a glance back at Malachi. She sighed at Rattler's suggestion but nodded anyway. "Alright, sounds fun. Let's go." Malachi had waved a hand over his leg to get the bone out, rolling up his jeans to stop the bleeding for a bit. Still, he looked between Rattler and Emerson carefully, and Emerson guessed he was trying to figure out how he knew Rattler.
"Come on let get going" Rattler said and started walking and looking around a little bit. It took a while but be found a house that looked empty and easily broke into it. Once everyone was inside he closed the door and looked around for a second. "Okay Em lay out the plan"
Malachi looked like he wanted to make some remark about the nickname but shot a glance at Rattler and opted out, instead lowering to sit on a staircase.
Emerson nodded. "The only part I haven't tweaked yet is how we're going to sneak in. Someone showed me how to disguise is as powerful demons, but the problem is it will only disguise two." She arched a brow at Rattler. "So either two of us gets disguised and bring you in as a prisoner, or we disguise you and either Malachi or I and bring the remaining in as a prisoner." She shrugged, wanting Rattler's opinion.
Emerson nodded. "The only part I haven't tweaked yet is how we're going to sneak in. Someone showed me how to disguise is as powerful demons, but the problem is it will only disguise two." She arched a brow at Rattler. "So either two of us gets disguised and bring you in as a prisoner, or we disguise you and either Malachi or I and bring the remaining in as a prisoner." She shrugged, wanting Rattler's opinion.
"Well I already am a powerful demon" Rattler said with a chuckle, "I'm older then Bones sweetheart" he said and looked between Emerson and Malachi. "Who'd have to disguise what I would look like though and since you're already doing that to yourself it would probably be easier is ya'll took me in as a prisoner. They'd lead you right to the basement if you play your cards right"
"That would work." Emerson leaned against the wall and thought about it. "So long as they don't bring Marcus to confirm what we said is true. We would let Rattler go as soon as we were in the basement and then find Crispin."
"Whoa, whoa- wait," Malachi interrupted, and Emerson shot a glare at him. "We're breaking into Bones' psycho-father's house?"
"Yeah," Emerson replied, giving him a 'don't-be-stupid' look before continuing. "Now all I have to do is link to Crispin and we'll be able to find him... I might have to do that in the basement or one of the followers might sense something."
"Whoa, whoa- wait," Malachi interrupted, and Emerson shot a glare at him. "We're breaking into Bones' psycho-father's house?"
"Yeah," Emerson replied, giving him a 'don't-be-stupid' look before continuing. "Now all I have to do is link to Crispin and we'll be able to find him... I might have to do that in the basement or one of the followers might sense something."
"That would work." Emerson leaned against the wall and thought about it. "So long as they don't bring Marcus to confirm what we said is true. We would let Rattler go as soon as we were in the basement and then find Crispin."
"Whoa, whoa- wait," Malachi interrupted, and Emerson shot a glare at him. "We're breaking into Bones' psycho-father's house?"
"Yeah," Emerson replied, giving him a 'don't-be-stupid' look before continuing. "Now all I have to do is link to Crispin and we'll be able to find him... I might have to do that in the basement or one of the followers might sense something."
"Whoa, whoa- wait," Malachi interrupted, and Emerson shot a glare at him. "We're breaking into Bones' psycho-father's house?"
"Yeah," Emerson replied, giving him a 'don't-be-stupid' look before continuing. "Now all I have to do is link to Crispin and we'll be able to find him... I might have to do that in the basement or one of the followers might sense something."
Rattler shook his head slightly, "Won't even be necessary" he said with smile, "I'm sure you could just ask someone where he is, saying that you want show him his best friend suffering or something" he said and shrugged slightly. "They'd probably lead us right to his door"
"We could do that, but what if Marcus didn't tell anyone where he was?" Emerson countered. "We'll keep both options for now." The angel looked from Rattler and even to Malachi when she said, "Do you have anything to add?"
Rattler nodded slightly, "Yeah, I'm almost four thousand year old charm demon. Which is one of the more dangerous and powerful ones. So you'll have to be around the same age, but not to far over. Marcus is about six thousand and there is no way he'd let someone who could possibly beat him be one of his follows. So four thousandish is usually the cut off." he said and nodded slightly. "You'll also probably have to rough me up a little bit to make it more believable" he said and then tossed her some handcuffs. "Those are charmed handcuffs. Well they were their not anymore, but that's what they are supposed to look like" he said.
"So we'll be four-thousand year old bounty hunting demons." Emerson wiggled her eyebrows teasingly at Rattler as she caught the cuffs. "Does this mean I get to hit you? I've been wanting to since yesterday." She shot a look at Malachi who looked a little too punch-happy. "Not you."
Rattler chuckled softly, "Yeah you get to hit me" he said with a smile. "Though I get to hit you at least once" he said jokingly, though he was serious. "To make it really believable" he said with a smile. He sighed softly, "I'm ready."
Emerson shot another glance at Malachi before making a fist and punching upwards. She knew how to hit, it just had been a long time since she had, since she was so much shorter than Rattler, she ended up clipping his jaw so hard that her pinky finger displaced and she cursed quietly.
Rattler fell back a few steps and shoo his head slightly, "Nice, but I think you can do better then that" he said and flexed his jaw a bit. He stepped back towards Emerson, "Don't worry about your hand for now, just keep going" he said, when he saw she was examining her pinky.
Emerson shrugged, yanking on the finger, she heard it pop right back in. She nodded and bore her hand again, punching twice. She hit him in the cheekbone this time before meeting his chin.
"That looks fun," Malachi sighed, and Emerson looked back to see him resting his head on the wall serenely. Something was wrong with the guy.
"That looks fun," Malachi sighed, and Emerson looked back to see him resting his head on the wall serenely. Something was wrong with the guy.
Rattler shook his head slightly and nodded, "Good" he said before looking over at Malachi, "Just wait til it's your turn buddy" he said, because they all had to be roughed up a little bit for it to look real.
"Well, if we're going for realist ratios... How many punches would I get into you before you hit me for the first time? Also," Emerson raised her hand like a kid in class. "Do I get to hit Malachi?"
Malachi snorted and said something that sounded like, "That's hot," under his breath, but held up his hands innocently when Emerson shot a glare at him.
Malachi snorted and said something that sounded like, "That's hot," under his breath, but held up his hands innocently when Emerson shot a glare at him.
"Honestly probably none" Rattler said with a small smile before turning to glare at Malachi, but soon he just smiled and whistled three times. At each whistle on of his teeth shot out of his mouth. "Keep it to yourself" he demanded before turning to Emerson. "Once you're done, thing that I look realistic or whatever I'll hit you once, and I'll make it a good one. Then I'll his Malachi and then yeah you can hit him too"
"Okay, well, I kind of-" Emerson reached up and pulled Rattler to lean down a bit so she could reach him better. "Okay. Good." She didn't pause before she socked him again, on a little bit of an adrenaline high. She shrugged and studied his features before dragging her nails down the his right cheek. "Okay- sorry, that should heal. All done." She huffed and waited for Rattler to hit her.
Rattler chuckled softly when she pulled him down so she could reach him better. He let her do her thing before pulling away when she was done. He flexed his jaw a bit and felt where she scratch him before nodding slightly. "It's good" he said and looked over at her for a moment. "Sorry about this" he said and hit her, almost as hard as he could, didn't want to knock her out or anything.
Emerson wasn't prepared for such a hard hit, and she stumbled back before holding her her hand on the wall for support. She took a moment and breathed through her lips before shaking her head and righting herself. "Okay, done."
Her gaze set on Malachi and he groaned, still babying his mouth after the teeth were taken. "Give me a minute?" he asked through his hand, and Emerson shook her head.
Her gaze set on Malachi and he groaned, still babying his mouth after the teeth were taken. "Give me a minute?" he asked through his hand, and Emerson shook her head.
Rattler chuckled softly when he looked over at Malachi and saw he was cradling his mouth. "There's no waiting in fights man" he said and gestured fro Emerson to take a swing. "Knock him a good one" he told her with a smirk.
Emerson stepped towards Malachi sitting on the staircase and smirked as he pathetically braced himself. She made her fist again and hit him even harder than she had gone with Rattler, and his head bumped into a stair behind him. "God!" He complained, now run in his head too. Emerson stepped back so Rattler could have a go.
Rattler chuckled slightly before walking up to Malachi and punching him, a lot harder then he had Emerson. "There, we're good" he said and put his hands behind his back. "Let's go" he said.
Emerson watched with a smirk as Malachi slowly stood, both of his hands cradling his face. "Are you two ganging up on me or something?" he complained, although the other angel ignored him.
Emerson turned to Malachi and sighed. "We should put the appearance spell on us once we're closer to the house so it doesn't have the possibility of wearing off, right?"
Emerson turned to Malachi and sighed. "We should put the appearance spell on us once we're closer to the house so it doesn't have the possibility of wearing off, right?"
Rattler nodded slightly "Yeah that would probably be a better idea" he said and held his hand out to her, "Okay then, lets go" he said. He figured Malachi could get him self there, so he didn't plan on teleporting him as well.
When Emerson took Rattler's hand and the two disappeared, Malachi hissed in annoyance. "what the hell..." He muttered, teleporting as well. He just followed the tele-trail Rattler had just left, as it was only good for a second. He appeared next to Emerson and Rattler in a grove of trees next to a big-ish house, and huffed to let them know he was there.
"Okay," Rattler mumbled and put his hands behind his back. "Use the handcuffs I gave you" he said and gestured for her to put them on his wrists. "Then do your disguise thing quick" he said and looked over at the house.
Emerson quickly cuffed Rattler's hands behind his back. "I sure hope you have the key for these," she teased before murmuring a chant quietly. She was soon a taller, dark haired demon, and Malachi was well built and gruff-looking. She put a momentary spell on Rattler, too, that would wear off once they reached the basement, just in case someone wanted to gloat to Marcus that Rattler was in.
Rattler chuckled, "Nope, but I won't really need it either" he said with a a smirk before watching her shift into a totally different person. "Nice work dude" he said and nodded slightly. "Now come on" he said with a smile. "And don't be afraid to be rough" he said.
Emerson stood and shook her shoulders a little bit to adjust, yanking Rattler up as well. Malachi followed, each of the Angels flanking the demon with their hand on each of his arms. Malachi was quiet and Emerson pushed them ahead, approaching the door and opening it without knocking. She was about to say something snarky but skipped it when a demon paused in the hallway.
"Whatcha got there?" He questioned, approaching the three with an arched brow.
"A birthday present for Marcus," Emerson droned in a bored tone. "A surprise- we need to get it to the prepared room before Marcus sees it." She very much enjoyed calling Rattler an 'it' for the time being.
The demon looked confused -and drunk or high or both- and he narrowed his eyes at the female 'demon'. "I didn't know about- there's not prepared room downstairs?" he stated in a questioning voice.
"Goddamnit," Emerson hissed, her expression darkening. "There was supposed to be a room! Don't tell anyone or you'll be skinned." She half-wondered if this guy was even supposed to be in the house- he was acting like a gullible idiot, but that worked to her advantage. "Take us to the basement and I won't tell Marcus about your slip up later."
((I'm not sure why my phone always autocorrects angel with a capital A... I'm too lazy to change it.))
"Whatcha got there?" He questioned, approaching the three with an arched brow.
"A birthday present for Marcus," Emerson droned in a bored tone. "A surprise- we need to get it to the prepared room before Marcus sees it." She very much enjoyed calling Rattler an 'it' for the time being.
The demon looked confused -and drunk or high or both- and he narrowed his eyes at the female 'demon'. "I didn't know about- there's not prepared room downstairs?" he stated in a questioning voice.
"Goddamnit," Emerson hissed, her expression darkening. "There was supposed to be a room! Don't tell anyone or you'll be skinned." She half-wondered if this guy was even supposed to be in the house- he was acting like a gullible idiot, but that worked to her advantage. "Take us to the basement and I won't tell Marcus about your slip up later."
((I'm not sure why my phone always autocorrects angel with a capital A... I'm too lazy to change it.))
Rattler growled, "Let me go you stupid bitch" he hissed and struggled to get free, though not to terribly hard. Since he didn't want to break the handcuffs or rip himself out of her Malachi's grasp. Though he really was glad the angel at the door seemed like an idiot because Emerson didn't seem like to good of a liar to him. Might just because eh knew it was a lie though.
Emerson's nails dug into Rattler's arm and she yanked him back into place with a growl. She almost hit him again but knew it would be a little much at that moment.
The buzzed guy in the hallway eyed the three with the whites bloodshot. "Shouldn't I ask someone first?" he asked, though maybe not meaning for it to be audible.
Now it was Malachi's turn to step in, and a strange low noise sounded from the deep of his throat. The dude's eyes widened and he froze, his mouth partially open. "Malachi will kill you, if he doesn't get this present, or is you spoil it." His voice was totally different and even Emerson questioned for a moment before the guy turned and stumbled down the hallway, groaning behind him for them to follow.
The buzzed guy in the hallway eyed the three with the whites bloodshot. "Shouldn't I ask someone first?" he asked, though maybe not meaning for it to be audible.
Now it was Malachi's turn to step in, and a strange low noise sounded from the deep of his throat. The dude's eyes widened and he froze, his mouth partially open. "Malachi will kill you, if he doesn't get this present, or is you spoil it." His voice was totally different and even Emerson questioned for a moment before the guy turned and stumbled down the hallway, groaning behind him for them to follow.
Rattler growled, "Bitch" he hissed but stopped struggling, and kind of just sagged down like he had given up for the moment. When the guy finally gave in and started leading them to the basement he walked with them, bit not exactly like he was cooperating. He struggled against her hold still and at points refused to walk at all.
Emerson and Malachi pushed Rattler along, following the sketchy demon to the basement. She half-wondered if this was a set-up, but the thought vanished when a female demon stopped the group and questioned them. Worried, the weirdo demon almost pissed himself in fear of being caught about the 'unprepared room', but Emerson ground her way through the questioning, and soon they were heading back through the house again.
Rattler growled slightly and continued to struggle as they pushed him along, and even as Emerson spoke to the female demon. He really wasn't to worried about them get caught yet, It was while they were done in the basement that he was worried about.
Finally, the weirdo demon ended up at a door. He waved his hand over it and murmured something, and it flew open. He let out a breath, smiling nervously to the trio. "Don't tell Marcus?"
"We'll see," Emerson muttered, on the edge of a panic attack herself as she steeled her face before she and Malachi dragged Rattler down the spiral staircase. The door slammed behind them and she wished she had heard the code phrase.
Malachi shot a look at the two. "I heard what he said," he whispered, and Emerson groaned. They needed him to get out, now. She looked at Rattler, wondering if he had as well.
"We'll see," Emerson muttered, on the edge of a panic attack herself as she steeled her face before she and Malachi dragged Rattler down the spiral staircase. The door slammed behind them and she wished she had heard the code phrase.
Malachi shot a look at the two. "I heard what he said," he whispered, and Emerson groaned. They needed him to get out, now. She looked at Rattler, wondering if he had as well.
Rattler shook his head slightly, letting her know he hadn't heard anything. After a while of walking, making sure no one was around, he broke the handcuffs and shook both Emerson and Malachi off of him. "Okay, try that spell you were talking about" he said and stopped walking, so they didn't just get themselves lost.
Emerson was so focused on her new realization that she hadn't let go of Rattler. She sighed and closed her eyes, murmuring a few words until she saw a dark room with a man slumped in the corner, her breath catching as she realized it was Bones. "Crispin?" she whispered, wondering if he could hear her. Her heart jumped and the vision disappeared, but she felt a pulling down the hallway of the basement, and she started walking.
Rattler sighed softly and started following her, "You sure you're going the right way" he asked, not really sure if they should even trust whatever spell she had cast while in this basement. Wouldn't be her fault, but more so the creepy ass basements fault. Bones groaned slightly, barely any of his wounds healed since the last time Marcus visited him, and that was about an hour ago. If it was even Marcus, Bones still couldn't see, was blind as a bat.
"I'm positive," Emerson muttered, annoyed that Rattler doubted her. She continued walking, taking a couple turns here and there. Chills ran down her spine at the wailing and groaning and choking noises. She sniffed, wishing she had the demon's heart of the demon she wore currently, not wanting to feel bad for the torture victims.
Rattler sighed softly and didn't ask anymore questions just followed close behind her. He kept a close eye on Malachi, making sure the angle wasn't going to try anything. He really didn't want to deal with any of that shit while they were down in this hell hole.
Emerson felt like she had been walking forever, and she could practically feel the tension between Rattler and Malachi. She ignored the two following her, feeling almost giddy as she knew she was getting closer and closer to Crispin. Finally, she reached a big door at the end of a long, damp hallway, and jumped happily. "He's back there," she hissed to her companions, rushing to the door.
((Haha want to write him appearing after she said that?))