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Loki's Lair - Formerly Divine's Lair
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"Per'aps," murmurred Pherenike mysteriously as she knelt down next to Michael and tapped her on the cheek, "Come on Michael, wake up honey."

"What did I break this time?" Michael asked as she looked around and noticed how little everything had changed.
Pherenike breathed a sigh of relief. This time had been lucky she supposed, compared to other times. "Nothing this time."

"I wish I knew," mumurred Pherenike, her eyes, back to their usual amber shade, looked back at the door where the tranquiliser person had stood.

"I would probably need to confer with the Shining One first," said Pherenike looking upwards. "But let's get out of here."

"So, she is back." He sigh as he placed the photo back in his wallet and watched the two Seraphs.
"Elsewhere," said Pherenike, sensing though not seeing Loki. What kind of Seraph would she be if she couldn't do that? She held out her hand to Michael.

(Want to keep RPing or stop here?)
((Hmm, well, Perry won't chase after the stranger, she's not one to do that. Estienne would though. Idk, maybe we could have them go look for something else? Or maybe help someone?))

After I make them of course)









Ampura prowled through the front yard in a cat like manner, considering he was a neko of sorts. He had managed to get passed the guards, which wasnt an easy task to do in complete stealth but, he did his best. He sniffed around for the entrance, his eyes, which were shaded by his silvery white hair as usual, scanned the area for the entrance of this place.

"there's wine and tea on the table along with some tarts if you want them." Loki said as a hole opened up on the building, leading to a well lit and luxurious room which had as Loki promised tea with wine and tarts.
He blinked, glancing over at the food before going in and sitting down. He folded his arms, chuckling, "Nice hair" he suddenly said, not really knowing what else to say at this point.

"so you are Eridan Belphegor Ampura, first and last names relating to water and Arrogance while the middle represents a sloth. you are an Incubi of a Caucasian race currently not seeking a partner and doesn't care about any religious thing.
"you enjoy death and blood along with sushi and milk but do not appreciate facing your fears, talking to Cry who is your father, eating cabbage or being mocked. your manners are lacking and seem to not have much modesty but make up for it in your battle planning and compensating in other factors."
"even though you are intellectually capable you tend to hide it and are afraid of the dark. you are allergic to baby powder and oil, salt only irritates you however. you have no friends or enemies to your knowledge but you family is very extensive and the main reason you kill."
Loki said as he closed the book in his hand, "is because you have never been better at anything else." the reason Loki basically let anyone walk into here was because it immediately added most of that person's information to it's archives, he was a little sad that it was unable to grasp what powers this man wielded.
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He shrugged, "Wow. I wonder if that book works on night clubs." He thought for a moment, completely unphased by the fact that Loki had just read the entirety of his personality and interests. He noted that the book hadnt recorded his powers. He could probably use that to his advantage. "Ok Mr.Luscioushair, why do you think Im here?" he asked, gazing over with a crazed smile.

"and yes, nightclubs are actually easier." Loki informed him.
He thought for a moment, humming a rather off and jagged, but somehow harmonious tune as he nodded, "Well I was originally going to ask you what shampoo you used, but the battle part sounds pretty intriguing. Yes, I do believe thats sparked my interest. And what would you say if I advanced on that particular subject? If I wanted to join in on this little blood bath?" He asked, tilting his head.

He thought for a moment, "It depends on who Im fighting. If a certain opponent requires the use of intelligence then by all means, mark me a strategist. But, is there a problem with me being both?" He asked.

He sat back, "Hmmmmm yes, I guess you could say that" he replied, toying with the edge of his shirt in an almost childish manner.

He stood and raised an eyebrow, folding his arms and waiting for his opponents. He scanned the room, coming up with his tactics.