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Kara x Zephyrine
((About six thousand something.))Bones nodded slightly "Yeah well you're probably the most interesting angel I've met too." he said and laughed softly. "All the others were very prude? I am a servant to the lord almighty, and you abomination with perish" he said in a deep commanding voice, mocking one of the angels he fought against. "Very annoying and arrogant, though only a minute for me to win the fight" he said and shook his head slightly. "Anyway, what's your favorite type of music" he asked after a minute.
"He must have been young to be making that speech," Emerson told him. "No one past two hundred bothers anymore." She shrugged at his music question. "I like all types. Except rap probably." She shook her head with an eye roll. "I don't consider that to be music. What about you?" She looked up at him with interest, figuring he had his taste figured out better than she.
"Anything but country, hate it" Bones said with a smile. "All so whinny and googy" he said and shrugged slightly before starting to dance again. "Oh and I don't like techo, it's just weird" he said with a smile. "I actually like rap," he said and laughed softly. "I don't really think it's all that bad"
Emerson chuckled. "I don't necessarily think it's bad- I just don't really enjoy it." She shrugged. "Maybe I just haven't heard anything good." She searched for another question as the song changed. "What kind of movies do you like?"
Bones shrugged, "I like anything that isn't focused around romance" he said with a smile. "Like scary movies, more for the gore then the scare" he said honestly. Pretty hard to scare a demon his age with a simple movie.
Emerson shook her head. "The only horror I've ever seen would be Dead Snow. It was terrible." Her face grimaced in remembrance. "Not that I don't like horror, or gore. Well, I don't, but it was predictable. And had horrific acting." She blanched and shook her head again to forget it. "What's your favorite movie?"
Bones shrugged "Don't really have one. Though I do really like Mirrors" he said with a smile. "I liked the bathroom scene where the girl ripped her jaw apart. It was awesome." he said with a smirk "Real gruesome movie........ though I like Silent Hill too"
"Obviously I've never seen those." Emerson paused, trying to remember. "Nope- I haven't. What are they about?" She was curious, though she doubted she would ever actually watch them. She didn't watch many movies or TV in general, as she had a hard time focusing on something that didn't much busy her brain for a long time.
Bones shrugged slightly, "I don't know how to explain it. It's about ghosts or demons that are inside of mirrors and they kill people. And the reflections of people move on their own and then people end up killing themselves" he said, though he wasn't sure he was explaining it right.((Sorry, I've never actually seen either of those movies. lol My friend just told me about the jaw scene a bunch of times and that sounds like something he would like. lol))
((Haha! I haven't seen them either so. And Dead Snow really is terrible in a good way. One of those crappy/awesome movies :P))
Emerson gave him a look. "Seems like something a demon would be interested in. Dead Snow is about zombie Nazis." She chuckled, remembering her earlier reaction to his mention of being a Nazi. "They have this treasure that some college kids find on a vacation, so the Nazis go all crazy until they get the treasure back."
Emerson gave him a look. "Seems like something a demon would be interested in. Dead Snow is about zombie Nazis." She chuckled, remembering her earlier reaction to his mention of being a Nazi. "They have this treasure that some college kids find on a vacation, so the Nazis go all crazy until they get the treasure back."
Bones nodded slightly, "Yeah I usually do like zombie movies. Real gory, and well the zombies usually win because can't exactly stop the apocalypse when it's already happened" he said jokingly with a smirk. "I'll try watching Dead Snow sometime" he said after a few moments.
"You would probably like it." Emerson was quiet for a moment before stepping away and running a hand through her hair. "Have you ever seen Shutter Island?" she queried, arching her eyebrows. "Because that's a really good movie."
"A few parts of it but not all of it" Bones said and watched her for a moment before stepping back as well and leaned against the shelves behind him. "The parts I've seen were okay I guess" he said and shrugged slightly.
"That's bot a movie you just see parts of." Emerson shuffled. "It's just one of those things. Like trying to watch Pan's Labyrinth and leaving without pausing it." She shuffled, suddenly slightly uncomfortable. She picked up her drink and sipped it, gesturing with the bottle to Bones. "More?"
"Sure" Bones said and took his glass off the shelf and held it out to her. When she filled it he quickly knocked it back and stood up straight. He looked over at the time and saw it was pretty late, "Well it's getting pretty late. I should probably get home" he said, though his leaving had more to do with him seeing she felt uncomfortable then the time. He was good at reading people, part of his ability as a demon, literally one of his powers.
((Sorry I lost it.))
Emerson shook her head. "Well, no, you don't have-" she stopped, realizing it was late and he probably had to take care of Copper. "Right. Sorry. I'll walk you back to your house?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her jacket and slipped her shoes on, setting her glass down on the coffee table again alongside the bottle of rum. Her car was at his house anyway and she didn't want to have to get it in the morning.
Emerson shook her head. "Well, no, you don't have-" she stopped, realizing it was late and he probably had to take care of Copper. "Right. Sorry. I'll walk you back to your house?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her jacket and slipped her shoes on, setting her glass down on the coffee table again alongside the bottle of rum. Her car was at his house anyway and she didn't want to have to get it in the morning.
Bones nodded slightly, "Yeah okay" he said and started walking towards the front door. He went out and down the sidewalk to the street. "Where in Maine did you want to live?" he asked after a few minutes.
When Bones asked about Maine, Emerson shrugged. "Someplace near the beach. Maybe open up a book or coffee shop. Something normal." She inhaled the fresh, outside air. "Where are you going next?" she asked with an eyebrow quirk.
"Can't tell you that" Bones said with a smirk. "For one, I don't know and for two it's really not safe for me spreading around where I'm going" he said. "Gotta a lot of people who'd like to see me dead"
"That's unfortunate. I happen to be extremely good at keeping secrets, considering I forget a lot of stuff," Emerson teased, pulling her hair back into a messy bun. "Besides, it's not like anyone would known to interrogate me. But that's your deal." She shrugged.
"Still its better just not to tell anyone. When you've live for over a thousand years you just earn to keep your mouth shut about that type of stuff" he said with a smirk. "I told one random chick I slept with where I was going next and I was ambushed as soon as I entered the city" he said.
Emerson rolled her eyes; Bones seemed to throw out his sleeping around a lot. "Then you need to not talk about it- I get it. Well, I don't have enemies trailing my every move but I do have some." She sighed, quiet for a moment as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. "Now that I think about that, the entire thing sounds stupid. We have technology now that allows us to track criminals; why are your enemies hurting people you've been around to get to you? Do they think you'll care?"
"Because like me a lot of the older demons hate technology. I mean electricity and indoor pluming all for that, but all the computer crap and Iphones is ridiculous" he said and shrugged slightly. "We don't need it, and tracking is more fun anyway" he said and looked over at Emerson. "And it's pretty easy if the person you're tracking is an idiot. Can track sent, which is how they found the girl, and they can track the power level of demon" he said and laughed softly. "That how I know there an hicklers demon in that house over there" he said and pointed to a ramshackled and abandoned looking house. "Harmless but not really a looker. Hickler demon are underlings, can't blend into society. So they squat in abandoned house and or sewer systems. They feed of decomposing flesh, so they usually stay around cemeteries."
((Sorry it took so long, been staying at a friends house.))
((You still want to do this? If not that's okay.))
((I do, do you? I couldn't see this until now because I was out of range and then when I came back my notifications were all over the place.
If you don't want to, that's okay. I'd like to know so I don't have to write a reply, though :P
If you don't want to, that's okay. I'd like to know so I don't have to write a reply, though :P
"That's... Gross..." Emerson blanched, looking off to the abandoned house that Bones had gestured to. "Angels don't have different ranks, so much as classes and jobs that go along with the classes." She searched her brain for memory of what she once was, not so much to tell Crispin as to remind herself. "I think I moved from healer, to angel of death... Then for a while I was a war leader." She paused, looking at Bones while she remembered. "Oh, and a demon hunter at some point as well. But, obviously now I'm a healer again. I guess I moved down." She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair as she stepped over a gap in the sidewalk. "I don't really care anymore."
Bones nodded slightly, "Yeah same, and power doesn't really matter for demons anyway. A five thousand year old demon with a shit load of strength could just be a terrible fighter and be killed by a youngling" he said and shrugged slightly. He looked over at Emerson and smiled small. "I don't really think much into age and power levels." he said and looked back in front of him. They were getting pretty close to his house now, which was good.
As Emerson nodded in response, she found Bones looking towards his house and pursed her lips. She couldn't think of anything else to bring up so she was quiet for a moment before realizing something. "This is your murder house, isn't it?" she asked in a close-to-whisper as she remembered the differences between the one they had played the drinking game at and here.
Bones nodded slightly, "Yep" he said and smiled small, "Another precautionary measure" he said and shrugged a bit. "You don't have to worry about anything though, as been murder free for at least three days now" he said a bit jokingly, though it is true. "I don't really come here all that often, other then to do my thing and pick up your deliveries"
"That's reassuring," Emerson muttered in response to the murder-free comment. She chuckled, tightening her jacket around herself. "My delivery guy is human, so please don't go out of your way to kill him. I kind of happen to like his working," she told Bones. "Though I'm honestly surprised that he's gotten everything here every time. He's... Blonde, in the human way."
"I don't just randomly kill mailmen thank you very much" Bones said jokingly with a chuckle. "Unless they're horrible at their job and bring me the wrong mail several times over" he said and smiled small. "Cause then they just askin for it" he said jokingly, because he's honestly never killed a mailman or anyone in the postal service.
Emerson elted a laugh as she paused on the sidewalk next to her car, in front from his house. She leaned onto her car, staring at Bones with a serious face. "Is there a certain kind of job you would kill a person for having?" she meant it jokingly, and the quirk in her eyebrow gave it away.
Bones laughed softly and made a jokingly concentrated face. "That's a difficult question" he said a bit jokingly. "But I guess I'd have to go with comedians." he said with a small nod. "I mean I'm all for funny people and a good laugh, I just find the people who do it on a stage annoying" he said, still with a joking tone.
"That's redic-" Emerson had to stop herself when she thought Bone's statement over. "Wow. Yeah, I can actually understand that, I guess. I mean, at least you didn't say doctors, because that would be sad and pathetic." She smirked, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "Considering, I, the angel you're on a date with, is technically a doctor."
Bones laughed softly, "Yeah doctors can be pretty annoying too" he said jokingly with a smirk. "Only the snooty ones though. For an angel, and a doctor you're alright" he said jokingly, still smirking. "Nah you're pretty cool, plus you got that universally sexy thing going for ya" he said, still joking around with her.
Emerson rolled her eyes, taking a hand out of her pocket to drum her fingers on the side of her car. "And that makes me so much easier to be around," she retorted with a grunt. "Well, for an obnoxious demon you're not so bad either."
Bones chuckled, "Gee thanks" he said jokingly and smiled at her. He looked over at his house for a moment before looking back over at Emerson. "I had a nice time" he said with a small nod. "Maybe we should do it again sometime" he said, he didn't exactly mean strictly dates. He liked hanging out with her, it didn't have to be anything more then that.
"We should." Emerson nodded. Bones was generally nice to be around, so she was happy he at least made it sound like he wanted to hang out with her again. "Well, the fireworks thing only happens once a year, unless you want to get crazy and steal them on the Fourth." She gave a head jerk in the general direction of the park.
"Of course" Bones said with a small laugh. "It'll be fin to take it on the fourth too" he said. "Even if we don't stay and watch the chaos after" he said with a smile. "Hey, I don't have anything planned for next weekend if you wanted to hang out again" he said.
"The Fourth doesn't have as much... Excessiveness to it anyway," Emerson replied. She tilted her head at the mention of the next weekend. "I don't have anything either; that sounds great." A smirk lit up her face. "Where do you want to meet?"
Bones smiled, and shrugged slightly, "How about your shop" he said, since it was obvious that she wasn't exactly comfortable at his murder house, or his other one for that matter. Plus he didn't know where she lived, he kind of guessed it was at the shop but he wasn't positive.
"Sounds good to me." Emerson shifted. "It's actually my apartment, too, so." She shrugged, turning to open the door to her car. "I should get going; it's late. I'll see you later?" It was a question, seeing as how she wouldn't know if she'd see him before the next weekend.
Bones nodded slightly, "Yeah I'll see you around" he said with a smile and started back up towards his door. After a few moments he turned around and just went inside. He walked over to the kitchen and sighed softly before opening the fridge and peering inside.
After waiting for Bones to get inside his house (though she didn't know why, Bones was a big boy and could handle himself), Emerson waited a beat before climbing into her car and drove home.
((Do we want to skip? If so, when? Should we have something like... Abby seeing them on their next date?))
((Do we want to skip? If so, when? Should we have something like... Abby seeing them on their next date?))
((That sounds good to me. Great idea. :) :D))Bones chilled for a little while before getting into his own car and driving to his other house. He had to check on Copper, other wise he might have just stayed at the murder house. When he got home he refilled her cat dish and then went upstairs to take a shower and then go to bed.
The following week was pretty dull, he just did the usual hung out with his buds, went out with Abby and danced at bars picked up a few chicks. Though he didn't sleep with them this time, just took them to the basement and killed em. He even occasionally when to Emerson's shop and bought a few things.
When the weekend came around he was ready, showered and clothed for their date. He got into his car and drove towards her shop.
Thankfully, the drive home from Bones' murder house was quick, and Emerson soon found herself showering and then falling into bed.
Over the course of the next week, she had very few customers, but that wasn't a problem. The pot guy only visited twice, but some tourists came in on Friday and bugged her. She was able to scoot them out after two hours of roaming her shelves, giving a crappy story on how her aunt was in the hospital and she needed to close up early over it.
Once the family left, she showered and changed into nice black jeans and a red button-up that made her hair look like it was glowing. It wasn't truly, but it looked nice. She perched on the counter, finger combing her wet curls as she waited for Bones. When she saw his truck pull up, she hopped off and grabbed her keys, opening the door to invite him in.
Over the course of the next week, she had very few customers, but that wasn't a problem. The pot guy only visited twice, but some tourists came in on Friday and bugged her. She was able to scoot them out after two hours of roaming her shelves, giving a crappy story on how her aunt was in the hospital and she needed to close up early over it.
Once the family left, she showered and changed into nice black jeans and a red button-up that made her hair look like it was glowing. It wasn't truly, but it looked nice. She perched on the counter, finger combing her wet curls as she waited for Bones. When she saw his truck pull up, she hopped off and grabbed her keys, opening the door to invite him in.
Probably somewhat like a thousand actual RP comments, but I wouldn't be able to actually count because it was in a group with a theme (X-Men) so our comments were all over the place.
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Emerson rolled her eyes. "And how would you know?" she asked with a chuckle. "You already said that you have only ever fought with angels before now." She arched her eyebrows to him mockingly. "You're not basing your entire experience on me, are you? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not a viable candidate." Though it was true- most angels had sticks up their asses.