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The Grand Unveiling; Plot RP, for me and Fox only
Topic Started: Dec 6 2016, 09:56 PM (445 Views)
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((OOC: This is a plotting RP for another plotline altogether, this does not affect the current plotline. That is all.))

The briefcase swung carefree in the hand of the First New Haven Historical Arts Center manager, a huge grin across his middle-aged, five o'clock shadowed face as he approached the large concrete building. Midafternoon, around closing hours, the perfect time to host a grand unveiling of an immemorial the likes of which no human had ever seen before. The director's grinned widened as he blinked away his nerves, imagining instead the millennia of lost history finally uncovered by the talented archaeologists who gave him this delicate case. The event was in the works for weeks, and there were inserts among every Sunday newspaper in New Haven, building up to this one special day. Thursday. November 11th. Halfway through the 21st century.

What a way for New Haven's Golden Age to turn!

The people's interests in cultural and artistic history spiked soon after the fall of the looming shadow called, ironically, A.N.G.E.L. There was a bump-up in money, a break in the needless taxes, a shuffle in the mayors holding office. Funds were poured to where they mattered, and the leftovers funneled into luxuries that brought the races together, to live and learn as one.

That was what made Robert Marques, Jr. proud to be a citizen of this great city. What wonderful things people could do to better their own living spaces. Buildings renovated and updated in appearance and utility code, streets paved smoothly, gang tags removed and walls painted with beautiful murals of Massachusetts pride...
The 2050's were a time to be alive!

Robert ascended the stairs, greeting a small crowd of well-off young adults at the door before entering the decorated main lobby. He fit in quite well with the high-class group of men and women, adorned in his black pressed suit and tie combo, shining dress shoes, and neatly combed salt and pepper coif. Man, if his father were still alive today...
This was quite a step from managing a Super Discount Groceries for the junior. Five years with the museum made him the man he was today, organizing events for the citizens of New Haven to enjoy, to create memories with each other, and have something to talk about for decades to come. At the grocery store...managing sales could only bring one so much satisfaction and meaning.

The lobby was large and magnificent, with shining marble floors, pure white walls and four great Roman-style columns supporting the high dome ceiling far above. Bright lights shined from glass chandeliers, and candles flickered from the columns. The green curtains were rolled up and bound away from the small flames carefully, their ties triple-knotted to ensure even the pull strings would not ignite. The acoustics in the room were astounding, you could hear everything even if the echoes were, at times, overwhelming. Robert could not stop beaming. His maintenance staff did a marvelous job dressing the building up for tonight!

The event wasn't due to begin for another hour. There was enough time to let the guests enjoy the snacks, the beverages, the variety of music playing in the powerful surround-sound hooked all across the spacious foyer. There was enough time for The Bob-O, as his father would call him, to meet with the new tour guide he personally trained. Especially for this occasion, as tonight would prove her worth to the museum, and ultimately to New Haven's cultural central. Greeting as many people as he could, Robert wore his smile all the way down the empty, well-lit corridor, past suits of armor from eras of history, bearing a left turn at a T intersection where a large replica portrait of Vlad Tepes hung. He continued his brisk stroll, unable to contain his excitement any longer as he beheld the form of Raven Rowe, official tour guide of the Arts Center after weeks of extensive training. Her shining dark hair was bound up in a bun, tan skin irradiant in contrast with her white, short sleeve blouse and long, black skirt. Her brown eyes were wide with excitement and worry as she turned to meet her boss, quickly approaching Robert as she dusted off her long skirt of the nonexistent dust that settled.

"Mr. Marques, it's so good to see you!" Raven squeaked as she extended her hand for a handshake. The Bob-O laughed genuinely and responded as such, shaking his new tour guide's hand before patting her gently, casually, on the shoulder. He never once let the smile fade.

"Ms. Rowe," Rob began, "you did well in your training. Sure, I...heheh...I could have trained you for the guide position in a week and let ya be on your way, but...your enthusiasm, work ethic and willingness to learn got ya to where ya are tonight." He removed his hand from Raven's shoulder then, lifting the leather briefcase that was still in his other. He winked. "Inside here is an item that's gonna change your career forever. If all goes well, and it will, you'll be on the front page all across Southern Massachusetts." His beam widened, you could almost see light bounce off his perfect white teeth. "Maybe even into the Striper Isles."

Raven's eyes began to sparkle with wetness as she shook her arms close to her chest in giddiness. She tried hard not to let out her excitement all at once, making Robert laugh heartily. Robert lowered the briefcase again, patting it with his free hand.
"I can't show you what's in here yet, though. I think the overload in anxiety might kill ya," he joked. At once, he could see the tension lift from Raven's shoulders as she let out a heartfelt, warm laugh. She grabbed a seat on a cushioned chair against the wall, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

"I got an hour to kill, Mr. Marques," she remarked as she looked up at her boss. "Want me to head out there and mingle with the guests?"

Robert paused before shaking his head no. "I need you in here, to keep it a big surprise. Your parents are out there, too, Ms. Rowe, and I need to get this immemorial prepped for the unveiling. This is a big moment for the Historical Arts Center. Our first donation dating back to thousands of years ago is right in this case. It's just as big for New Haven, and people from the world over are gonna want to see it." His smile never once slipped away from his mildly aged face.
"Just go over how you want to present it out here, I'm going to get this object processed," Robert assured Raven softly before making his exit further into the museum.

The young woman could only smile, unable to hold back her tears of excitement, and rightly so...concern.
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The pearl white limousine belonging to the Archives' finally gets its turn to pull up to steps of the Arts Center. The four girls that slide out through the open door wore different but equally expensive outfits.

First out is a brunette snow leopard wearing a black pants suit with pink lace top and heavy necklace studded with rubies. Her feet are clad in sensible Mary Janes. The small white and gold purse hanging by a delicate strap from her shoulders features a ornate red coral clasp. In her left hand is a black lacquered cane with a brass handle and gold inlays.

Next is a model thin snake who unlike the conservative leopard is wearing a revealing black sequenced evening dress plunges down past her navel in front, rises up to her waist on the sides, and the backless cut extends low enough to see the small of her back. Tape and pasties kept her from showing too much as she got out of the limo. She carries a black quilted clutch studded with sapphires. The snake wears thick silver wedges. Her black hair is swirled up into a bun held together with long bamboo hairpins topped with sapphire pendants. To keep the chill at bay she wraps herself in a shawl of silver cloth with thick silver rings decorating the corners.

Third is a strawberry blonde dingo wearing a lace topped emerald green dress cut high in front and long in back with a deep v-neck showing plenty of cleavage. She accents it with simple gold necklaces and bracelets. She is also wearing a black jacket, black purse, and polished black high heels with gold braids.

The last lady out is dingo hybrid wearing a sheer art deco inspired black lace dress with nude color slip under a heavy leather trench coat. Silver earrings, bracelets, and clutch purse provide all the accent she needs.

As the car door closes behind them they pair up, Lucy and Rose leads Sasha and Janet up the steps to the front doors of the museum. Rose shows her invite and claims Lucy as her guests. Sasha does the same to get Janet into the party. Inside the building they admire the changes in the great lobby. The complex maze of stanchions and rope leading to the ticket booths is missing replaced by a row of tables serving as the official check in for the party.

"Rose Fitzgerald and LucyTownsend," the leopard says to the young brunette at the table while hugging lucy close around the waist.

"Sasha and Janet Cruxis," the strawberry blonde dingo announces to the sagely blonde one booth over. Janet hangs back a step from the tables.

Programs and other papers in hand they advance to claim one of the tables for themselves. Janet wanted one of the tables near the entrance. Sasha favored one closer to the back. Lucy wanted to be nearest to the stage. Rose wanted a table in the middle. The leopard forced Lucy's vote by simply dragging her into the center. As for the rest well Rose and Lucy sitting down and settling in for the part at the center pretty much put the nail into the debate.

"They have a bar and I think I saw a snack buffet." Sasha says.
"Yeah they have snacks," Janet says and points before setting in to a chair facing the door.
"Who's holding the fort?" Lucy asks.
"I'm find with holding the table, go fetch me a sandwich and some wine." Rose jokes striking a masculine pose.

The girls leave Rose to guard the table, purses, and jackets while the other three checks out the bar and snacks. They grab a few sandwiches but mostly keep the fruit and cheeses. Lucy and Janet carry the plates back to the table. Rose with a wicked teasing smile starts off by picking a cookie. Lucy goes to help Sasha carry back the drinks. Wine for Rose. Beer for Sasha. Champagne for Lucy and Janet.
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There was a man leaning against the wall just outside the entrance, wearing a pressed black suit, a white long-sleeve undershirt, and a silver-and-black striped tie. His long sky-blue hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and his shining cat-like yellow eyes observed the New Haven citizens huddling about through thin-frame glasses, many dressed just as classy as he. A cigarette hung loosely in his mouth, and he took a quick puff of it as his gaze fell upon the form of four lovely women ascending the long staircase. The man arched an eyebrow, blowing the smoke away from the people as he followed them with just his eyes. Something about them drew his curiosity. Not anyone else here, not the goings-on inside, but these four ladies entering the event. The man flicked the ash off his cigarette, watching them enter the building out of the corner of his eye before smirking, once they were out of sight.

Tonight certainly is going to be an interesting one, he thought as he flicked the half-smoked stick away. The Second Seed should be inside right now, ready to greet....oh, what was his name...The Robert? Heh...egotistical human. All of them...
Now was not the time to go inside and watch the women closely. That would give him away. Blending in with the crowd was a smarter idea, and having mingled with the small crowd moments ago, the young man cemented his chance to go in unnoticed. These humans knew him as Gary..what a disgusting name. How he despised human naming...

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Bam!

Robert slammed the briefcase down on the desk, much harder than he'd have liked to. His nerves were beginning to show, a weight setting in on his shoulders where one should not have been. Something in the air hung like a forty-ton weight...the same feeling his father had just before the turn of the millennium when the cult decided to assault him at his own job. His stance, his very form made the girl he was meeting with chuckle.

The room was longer than it was wide, the desk more of a fancy dinner table than a desk. Probably a long table exhumed from one of the many fifteenth century castles some independent archeology crew researched some time ago. It sat on a red velvet carpet, the room itself decorated in portraits, burgundy curtains, and various candle stands. Against the right wall rested a number of gilded chairs, complete with dark blue cushions to accent the red. His client was at the other end of the long table, hands folded behind her.

"No need to be nervous, Rob," the girl assured him. "This meeting was long overdue, you know!"

Robert smiled, chuckled in response as he shook his head, patting the leather briefcase as he finally brought himself to make eye contact with the young girl. Despite her crazy hair color and even more insane eyes, she managed to tie it all up in a high bun, completing her formal look with her own pressed pants suit. All white, with the exception of the tie. Lavender and electric blue, much like her hair. She was a wild young thing, wasn't she...

"I know it was, ah...what did you say your name was again?" he asked, trying to maintain composure. The girl smiled brightly, tilting her head. Man, something about her seemed off. Rob knew supernaturals and humans got along well now, but this girl...she seemed too eager to be involved in the event.

"You can call me Vanil....essa. Vanessa!" the girl chimed happily, bowing her greeting. Her voice was high and soft, like a young child's or a teenager's. The name slip...how does someone screw up their own name? Robert surmised she had a nickname when she was in high school if demons could ever attend such a thing. Maybe she was about to greet herself with her nickname? He mentally shrugged off the incident, patting the briefcase again.

"So I hear your coalition exhumed this lovely thing this time?" he asked, smiling. "You guys must have gone to great lengths to get it back here to New Haven. And to meet the crew that dug it up? That's an occasion even rarer than an event like this. I'm...I'm pumped! Pardon my French, haha..."

Vanessa met his laugh with her own cheerful giggle.
"No problems, Rob! My, you're nervous about this event," she remarked. A patronizing remark...she had balls, for a girl. But then again, New Haven never saw anything as classy and cultural as this in quite a few decades. Maybe she was just remarking that? She stayed put, good girl, but her lavender-pink swirled eyes were fixated on the briefcase. Rob figured she was just excited to see her hard work in the box he received the item in.
"But there's no need to be! All we need to do is finalize the paperwork," she explained, holding up a clipboard with a good stack of papers stuck onto it. "The Righteous Binary Machine Coalition, I think, did a marvelous job protecting your city's new moneymaker, and we want to make sure you're happy with your purchase as well!"

She slid the clipboard down Robert's way, pen attached. She was always a casual one, even in times of business. Which...unnerved Rob, frankly. No one was ever this casual about any business deal in a place of cultural appreciation. He kept his hazel eyes on the girl as he picked up the utensil, putting pen to paper. He didn't even bother to read the paperwork, just signing his name on the bottom line. Was he right to be suspicious? Was A.N.G.E.L. trying to make its return through immemorials? Did Dave Cruxis and Itachi Kumaria turn on the human race? Robert's father met them during the assault...they were barely able to save his life, but they did. Where he disappeared to after...Robert never knew. But he sure wished they were here right now, keeping him safe. Safe...

Business deals were supposed to feel safe in this kind of setting, right?
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The girls scan the lobby from their table as the nibble on the fruits, nuts, slice meets, cheeses, and wafer crackers.

"Green drapes. Are they trying to tone down the party or show off there money" Lucy comments.
"Money I think, or they like the color." Sasha replies.
"Tone down the party," Rose says. "Or the like the color," she adds before taking a sip.
"Chandeliers are nice. Kind of surprise they went through the expense of hanging up all this." Janet says.
"Those are actual candles," Sasha comments.
"Yep," Rose says from around a bite of sandwich. "Bit of an old choice of aesthetics. Looks nice, yeah. Wonder how they got those past the fire marshals."
"Bribes?" Lucy suggests while rolling a cracker through her fingers like a coin.
"Maybe. Wonder how fire proof the drapes and cords are up there. Probably good that we are in the center away from stuff that can fall down." Rose chuckles.
"Still think its a stupid idea. What if some ember or something spreads. This museum is fill of pretty priceless stuff." Janet chimes in.
"Ever lit of a oil painting?" Lucy jokes with an evil grin.
"No." Sasha and Rose replies
"Nor have I" Lucy adds and chuckles. "Bet they go up nicely though."
"All these echos" Janet says changing the subject. She helps herself to some of the cheeses.
"Not enough drapery." Rose says wiggling her finger in a circle.
"Too much marble." Lucy says.
"Big dome over head." Sasha points straight up.

"And we need more drink." Lucy says as she looks down at her empty champagne flute. Rose and Janet drinks are down to less than half. Only Sasha seem to have a sizable drink reserve left.

"Come on Rose, Lets see what they have at the bar that's better." Lucy says sliding back to her feet. The snake waits on the leopard before making a bee line for the bar.

Roses gets herself a nice Irish coffee while Lucy gets glass of wine. As for the dingoes they get them more beer.

"Can I buy you a drink or do you just want the money" A well dress elderly man says siding into Lucy's empty seat.
"The money" Lucy says setting down her drinks at the table before fluidly sliding into the gentleman's lap. Rose sits down back into her spot.

"We just got our drinks. Though I guess we could always take a rain check" Rose says.

Lucy did not see a wedding ring after all and the guy looked to be someone who would tip well back at the club. She makes sure they guy could see all the way down her front and practically all her legs.

"By the way, this is my seat, but I don't mind sharing it with a handsome gentleman. I'm sure you don't mind either." Lucy purrs as she wraps an arm around his neck.

"So what do you lovely ladies do for a living?" He asks with a warm smile.
"We're dancers" Rose says chuckling.
"Flight Attendant" Janet says coldly.
"Ballet? Modern?" He asks trying not to look down.
"An even older style. We're exotic dancers for a club." Lucy explains patting the guys chest lightly.
"Which club. I don't think I seen you gals before." He says looking down at the snakes almost naked form on him.
"The Crying Wolf" Lucy answers.
"I think I know of that club. Big one downtown. Been around but still popular."
"We got a good pair of masters managing the place." Lucy answers and crosses her legs so the guy can see more of her thighs. "You should swing by some time, we can show off our skills to you."
"Here's our card." Rose holds out a business card for the club for the man to take.
"So you said you are a flight attendant. For which airline?" He asks Janet while pocketing the little card in his jacket.
"Private Carters mostly." Janet answers.
"Small biz-jets?"
"Yes." the young dingo replies.
"Heard of the Mile High Club?" He asks.
"Lots. Wouldn't join it though with someone like you." she replies to cut him down.
"I think I owe you girls a round of drinks." He says with a strained chuckle.

"Excuse me miss we have an extra chair we're not using." An older lady calls from another table. "Go ahead and take it so you can have a proper seat for the event."
"Dear go ahead and take it to them." She chides her husband. The man carries the chair over to the table and sets it down next to Lucy and the man. He gives a apologetic bow and returns to the table with his wife.

Lucy shrugs and slides off the guy to take a seat on the new chair. She picks up her drink and holds it till the other girls gets the message. The girls raise their glasses in the direction of the old couple in a silent toast.

Most of the snacks where eaten by Rose and Sasha who wore sensible clothing that did not show off every curve and bulge. Lucy practically had to keep to fruit and crackers to keep her figure for that barely there dress. Janet did not have to restrict herself from the protein as much but simply did not have a job that help burn off the calories like the others.
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The small crowd began moving towards the door, single file, and the First Seed made a friendly nod to one of the girls he got close with, a young angel woman, around 120 years of age with fair skin and platinum blonde hair with silver eyes. Her rosy red cheeks flushed more when she made eye contact with the man, her form shrinking in on itself shyly when he came near. The Seed smiled genuinely as he took her arm gently, his date for the grand show that would unfold in just a half hour.

The young woman, Anahita, rested her fair head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his chest as he escorted her into the building. The foyer was full now, the crowd building up, and the Seed's yellow eyes darted from person to person all while he absentmindedly stroked Ana's soft hair gently with affectionate strokes. Those four charming ladies...they had an interesting energy about them. They couldn't hide it from the suited man. Anahita must have said something softly to her date-- "You're warm, Gary." --but the man paid no mind, simply planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

Yellow eyes scoped out a strawberry-blonde canine demon of sorts...two canine demons, actually, as he escorted his date to the table of quickly diminishing snacks. Cheese and maybe a few pieces of what was left of the fruit made their way onto two small snack dishes, one for the Seed, one for Ana. Two glasses of champagne for the couple, as well. He couldn't keep the energetic feeling he got from the two demons. Maybe the other two women had the same energy...

For now, the First Seed turned his full undivided attention to Anahita, offering her a toast with a warm smile.
"To us, my dearest," he whispered. The glasses clinked.

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As if on cue, the final paper was signed and initialed in all its proper places. Robert's arm tremored wildly, his perfect signatures becoming more like random scrawls, his initials looking like pictographs from an ancient era. Vanessa giggled and smiled all the while. Why, why was she like this?

"Now, I just need one final check to make sure your new artifact is ready for display!" she jeered. "Do you mind if I open your briefcase, Mr. Bob-O?"

Rob's eyes dilated; nobody called him by his family-given nickname, not even his own wife! Looking the girl straight in the eye, he growled low, "Yeah, but don't ever refer to me as Bob-O under any circumstances. Ya hear me?"

Vanessa giggled, opening the briefcase just a crack and peering inside. Rob kept his eyes on her through every motion, eying her body language, every breath she took. She was giving more of herself away than he was sure she intended to, and he was confident Vanessa was up to something shady. What was that thing in there? A counterfeit? A cursed item?
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The spirit of the Administrator?

One hand slid in, the same hand slid out, all in a matter of three and a half split seconds. Briefcase clicking shut. Briefcase sliding over to Rob's possession in exchange for the papers he just signed. Rob was uneasy, why?

Vanessa tilted her head to a side, still smiling brightly.
"What's the matter? Second guessing having your girl, Raven, present the gift? Oh, but if you don't, Mr. Robert, your event here will have been arranged for nothing," she pouted.

That was it. Rob opened the briefcase back up, removing the small white box from within its velvet insides.
"I'll show ya, Vanessa. Raven's got it down packed, and this party's going to rock New Haven's foundations," he ranted, unaware of the growing tremors that were given off from the box's insides. "Probably literally...and really, I'm hoping it won't."

"I'm sure it'll rock more than New Haven, my good sir," Vanessa cheered. "Deal's finalized, after all! The trinket is yours!"

Robert stood, his hazel eyes boring into the form of Vanessa. Somehow...he felt that wasn't her name. Somehow, he felt she was playing him. And yet, why was he here, ready to present something he wasn't even sure was safe for human viewing? Human touching? He heard stories of artifacts from all the world over affecting humans in strange ways. Hitler with his mandrake root came to mind...World War II was quite popular in the museum.

"Well, let's make some waves, Binary Machine," Robert agreed. The tremors strengthened in his hands...
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"So about that drink you were buying us." Lucy asks with a smile. "I think the order is two wines, two beers, and what ever you are drinking."

"I think I can remember that," He says and slides back his chair to get up. "Two wines. White? Two beers. And coffee." He says with grin. "I need to keep my wits about me I think."

The girls watch the guy leave before continuing the conversation.
"He is a fun lad." Lucy says with a smile.
"Yes" Rose agrees.
"Better than random chatting about the food and silverware." Sasha adds.
"At least he's good enough to buy the drinks, still I hope the main event starts soon." Janet complains.
"Yeah, think I can agree with that. The lack of action is tiresome. Just sitting around behaving is not something I can stand much longer." Lucy says getting up and moving her chair closer to rose. She leans against the leopard to warm up. Rose hugs her closer knowing the snake is probably chilled.

"Somethings up though?" Sasha says. "I swear someone was analyzing me and my girl. And not in the since of our chatty guy. I don't think we are the only ones here capable of misbehaving."
"I did not notice or feel anything," Janet says resisting the urge to look around by taking a measure sip from her beer. She holds the glass up to look around the room through the reflections.
"Bets on what the trouble will be? I say 200 on bombing." Rose asks.
"I say your wasting money on such a long ball guess. 100 on someone pulling a heist" Sasha says with a shrug.
"Easier times to pull off a heist than today with the party. 400 on demonic rampage We're over due for one of those." Lucy says with a chuckle.
"There's a few other demons here but I don't think they are on our level. One-thousand on we shoot the offender into a swiss cheese." Janet says holding up a slice of swiss. "More seriously. 300 on black magic possession."
"I think you been reading too many of those fantasy romance novels on your flights" Lucy says.
"And you been reading to many Dark Side Comics. Rogue demons really?" Janet shoots back.
"You should totally read the Chronicles of Virginia Lockhart. Best demon slayer around."
"You just like her since she looks like Minerva."
"Girls behave." Rose says even as she totally gropes one of Lucy's small boobs under the dress. Janet blushes and looks away.

"Sorry it took me so long. The crowd around the bar is getting pretty thick" The man says as he returns.
"Yeah no prob" Rose says. "Are you into girl on girl?"
"Eh. I'm not going to complain about the view." He says as he sets down the drinks. He gotten one of the paper drink trays since he had so many orders.
"So what do you do?" Lucy says while lazily petting the top of Roses thigh.

"Logistics manager at Strategic Gas Horizons" He says as he settles down.
"Natural Gas Drilling?" Sasha asks.
"Bingo." He says while mixing his coffee.
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Rob and Vanessa left the fancy dinner hall display, meeting a pacing and almost hyperventilating Raven back in the hallway. In Rob's hands, the object's vibrations grew stronger, sensing the presence of a nervous being. Or, at least, it felt that way. Rob arched an eyebrow and turned briefly to Vanessa to make his remark.

"The hell kinda technology is in this thing to make it shake, anyway? Is it like a dousing rod or something?" he asked, perturbed. "Thing won't quit, it's like my wife texting me when I'm at the bar..."

"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Robert, it does that!" Vanessa giggled, waving a polite greeting to the unnerved, pacing girl in front of them. "Your presenter there's going to love, love, LOVE it!"

Raven stopped, gulping hard in her throat, her eyes wide.
"I...I'm ready, Mr. Marques," she stammered, turning to face her boss. Rob smiled genuinely, passing his new tour guide the pure white box. She flinched slightly as her hands made contact with the box, its vibrations strengthening in her grip. Rob was quick to add as he handed her a pair of gloves and a small pamphlet, "Here, take these, too. Almost forgot, latex gloves protect both your hands and the product. You said you weren't allergic to latex, right?"

Raven held the white box under one arm, laughing her nerves away as she accepted the pair of off-white latex gloves and the artifact's pamphlet
"No, but if I swell and float away like a balloon, I demand workman's comp," she joked. The woman behind Rob smirked and giggled at the sarcasm.

"You're funny. You'll make a great tour guide!" she jeered. Raven smiled back, tilting her head.

"Thank you, ma'am!" she replied with a small bow of her head. Her attention returned to Rob, her eyes sparkling. "I'll make you proud."

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The platinum blonde angel and her blue-haired lover each downed their champagne, and as the man turned to refill his glass, he almost bumped into the side of an older gentleman...a human...disgusting fucking thing, that man was. He smelled of incompetence and rich insecurity. Why was it all humans had to pursue an immortality they did not deserve? They would soon see their immortality would be gained in vain.

The man spied the rich human return to where he analyzed the canines a few seconds ago. He grabbed a seat with the other two women. Clearly, he was having a good time. A human flirting with four demons...how disgusting. It made the demon wrinkle his nose in disgust as he turned away. Anahita gazed up at her date, sipping her second glass of champagne gingerly.

"What's the matter, my dear?" she asked in her soft, finely accented voice.

"Do you agree, dear Anahita, that humans are a waste of time and space?" the Seed inquired low as he listened to the conversation in the distance, over the jumbled discussions of the growing party. "Always pursuing objects, always pursuing instant gratification, yet never satisfied. They are a disgusting breed."

Anahita smiled, nuzzling her face into the side of his chest as she closed her shining eyes.
"Yes...I do agree, Gary."

The Seed's fine tuned ears picked up the topic in the distance over all the garbled speech in the echoing foyer. How gross humans were.
"Logistics manager at Strategic Gas Horizons."
"Natural Gas Drilling?"
"Bingo."

He glowered out of the corner of his eye at the incorrigible being, picking out some more fruit and snacks for his date and himself to nibble on while waiting for the event to finally begin. Those four beautiful girls could have done much better. They were, after all, demons. Supernatural creatures capable of destroying the man in the blink of an eye were instead making a game of his existence, a means to perhaps know him better in other ways as opposed to taking his shit and running...after killing him, of course.

"Come, darling," the Seed said, though no words were needed. She was already following his every step as he strolled away from the table, making his way through the crowd in the direction of the gentleman and ladies. It was time to put the human in its place.

"I thought they did away with drilling several years ago," he began politely as the distance closed between him and his intended targets. "Excuse my rude interruption, but I could not help but overhear you managed logistics for Strategic Gas Horizons? Amazing that it is one of the few remaining companies still mining gas, considering it is not as high in demand these days." He bowed his head in greeting, customary of an Athenthian being. "My name is Gary Vincent, once more, apologies for the rude intrusion."

He allowed Anahita to pick the food off his plate as he observed his new group before him. Time to keep them distracted with the magic about to take place...
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"I should give you my card." He says pulling out a few and counting out four. "One for each of you." He says as he slides cards across to each of the girls. Lucy takes a quick look at it before handing it to Rose to pocket for her. Sasha scans it before dropping the card down her cleavage. Janet palms her and slips it into one of the outer pockets of her coat. The leopard and the younger dingo are the only ones with easily accessible pockets.

"I thought they did away with drilling several years ago," A blue hair gentleman interrupts. "Excuse my rude interruption, but I could not help but overhear you managed logistics for Strategic Gas Horizons? Amazing that it is one of the few remaining companies still mining gas, considering it is not as high in demand these days."

"I think you just haven't notice it as much," Foster says turning serious blue eyes onto the intruder. He was already chatting up the ladies at this table. He practically had them in the bag. The well groomed curly chestnut tone hair with just the right touch of salt and paper combined with the expensive black suit tailor expertly to make is barely average frame look taller and more masculine generally won over ladies he chatted up. He looked like money and experience after all.

"We take great pains to keep our operations low profile in both the drilling and extraction stages. You probably driven by our wells without even knowing it. As for demand the market is still their, there is still a fair share of generators, engine, and heating applications that require natural gas for fuel. It's a low weight and cheap fuel source even now." He explains recalling from long practice the words on there information pamphlets.

The girls briefly turn their attention on the newcomers. The man was above average height and skinny under the bulk of the black expensive suit. They yellow eyes behind the small glasses are not human either. From the arrogance and rudeness likely some kind of demon. The girl hanging off his elbow though, did seem to have the air-headed, self-righteous air of an heaven born angel. That was certainly was worth a bit of consideration.

Lucy lazily undresses the newcomers behind half lidded eyes. Pondering both what he is wearing and the figure underneath it all. She smiles a bit as she lets her gaze fall below the belt. She did not see any weapons but the same could be said for them. Weapons can be quite expertly hidden and with demons natural weapons are often more than dangerous enough. If they really wanted to know whats under the suit they could always arrange for some group pics.

Rose does the same check though rather more quickly, a simple polite once over as the couple approached the table. Even before the blue hair man spoke she suspected something was up. Probably cause they where a demon talking it up with a human. There are still demons they took a low opinion of humans. She and the dancers had a equally low opinion on most people human or supernatural. They had seduced, robbed, killed, and or blackmailed plenty of people from all walks with equal ease.

"My name is Gary Vincent, once more, apologies for the rude intrusion."

"Foster Powers," The guy says first since he was already talking.
"Rosette and this is Lucky Lucy." Rose says giving the new comer their stage names. She did not trust this new comer enough.

"Sassy" Sasha says, "and this is my daughter Jan." she says keeping in the same style as Rose. No need to over share. The dingo quietly notes that this was the guy she sensed earlier checking her out in a non sexual way. He was even outside when they where going inside. They guy smelled of cigarette smoke. That alone was a bit of a minus in her book, considering from the scent the smoke was something massed produced. It lacks the sweeter smell of a hand rolled number. Still she did not think this guy was the main source of the uneasy feeling she had about this party.

Janet on the other hand after a quick once over of the demon called Gary, eyes the angel on his arm. The dingo hybrid is wondering how the girl was taking to her date coming to flirt with four other ladies. The guy-demon she already classified as one of those sleaze bags who would flirt with girls for the hell of it even if they had a wedding band and the wife on the arm. Not that this scenario was quite that bad. No she did not sense that great of connection between the angel and this Mr. Vincent. Their was a distance that suggested that the girl did not know this demon for very long, even as a acquaintance from the crossing paths every weekend in the local neighborhood grocer.

"So what kind of work you do, Mr. Vincent?" Rose asks in a way that included him into their conversation while pointedly suggesting you are not welcome.
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Mr. Vincent. Oh, priceless, these girls. It brought a smile to the Seed's face how they suddenly turned cold eying a second rich man walk in. Anahita was in her own little world, her eyes wandering the four ladies plus the man, Foster. The Seed much preferred the airhead types on the short-term, considering his long-term goal wasn't exactly in the area quite yet. She would be around eventually, but last he heard from his spies up North, she was still...resting. Wouldn't reawaken for another decade.

"Pleasure is all mine, ladies and gentleman," Mr. Vincent said with a small bow. "My work is simply overseeing sales and distribution of immemorial items across the globe to institutes and places of cultural interest. Director at Righteous Binary Machine Coalition." He followed suit like the gentleman did, pulling out five legitimate business cards and handing them out. Nothing particularly special was designed or printed on the cards, just the company's outlandishly labeled name, a number to reach the man at, and address...

Was River City even relevant out here, Mr. Vincent wondered?

"Despite its small size, my organization is in charge of several excavations occurring around the world as we speak," he concluded. He purposely gave this human...this...Foster...enough ammo to try cutting him down to size. The Seed enjoyed when humans tried to defy the strength of demons.
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"That's quite the attention grabbing name that tells nothing of what they do." Lucy says looking over the card before pawing at Roses suit pocket to slide it in with the others. She is already consulting her implant connection to find out more about this organization. They did not have much, barely three months old. Where though did they get the money for all these digs.

"Sounds like someone drew words from a hat and put them together, or was a fan of bad translations of anime names." Sasha says with a dismissive wave of a hand to suggest she did not really mean it to be insulting.

"I think I seen your logo at a dig site on the way into... O'Hare International. That's Chicago." Janet says flipping over the card a few times. "Maybe others but hard to tell a dig for some new foundation or parking lot from an archeological excavation at over 10,000 feet AGL."
"You said you are an small organization. Digs are not cheap projects. Lots of backers? Or some rich fogey is having some last philanthropic shindig to spite his heirs." Sasha adds before dropping the card without looking into her cleavage pocket. The dingo asking what the others are all wondering.

"So what does immemorial mean?" Rose asks. "Digs require laborers to move the ground carefully. So a lot of contractors or college majors. The grunt work? students or local laborers?"

Foster just ponders the card but leaves it on the table for now. "I think immemorial means old. So you one of those responsible for today's grand unveiling?"
"Ever been to one of the sites yourself to see how the work is done?" Janet asks.
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Oh, their curiosities. It was truly adorable. Why give them all the answers they want, outright and in the open? Mr. Vincent was simply doing his end of the job. Distracting them long enough, at the risk of exposing his true intentions, so that they would ask these ridiculous questions, not exactly wonder what was going on. Although the skimpiest-dressed one seemed to have caught on quickly, she looked like she was a little deep in thought over his organization's origins.
"So many questions..." Anahita commented listlessly. "Do all you pretty girls just think and not accept?"

Mr. Vincent laughed genuinely, stroking his angel's hair a little harsher than normal.
"It shows they have more intelligence than what they appear," he assured his date with a polite verbal bite. He returned his attention to the crowd.
"Yes, you could say we have lots of backers. Friends in high places, if you will," he explained, fondly reminiscing the objectives he was given by them two decades ago, back in his frozen homeland. "Enough to hire college interns and local dig groups to unearth what we're looking for."

"I think immemorial means old. So you one of those responsible for today's grand unveiling?"
"Ever been to one of the sites yourself to see how the work is done?"

Good that they were picking at his defenses. Were they like this with everyone they met? Based on what he was listening in on with their conversation with Mr. Powers here, they weren't picking nearly as much at him. Possibly because he had his money out in the open, unlike Mr. Vincent. Humans always had to flaunt their earnings, it was simply instinct. His studies on humans since his arrival here led him to learn that, since tribal times, humans flaunted their achievements in any way possible, hoping to have a mate. Hoping to achieve immortality of some kind.

"I'm only here to watch the unveiling, seeing as I have time in between site visits," Mr. Vincent told the beings, answering two questions with one vague answer. "However, I am strapped for time. Who knows how long I am to stay? Work never ends, after all."

Over the cacophony of the many crowds in the room, Mr. Vincent tuned his ears in the direction of two sets of distinct footsteps, never breaking eye contact with the five sitting or standing before him. It was nearly time.

Robert entered the large foyer, smiling at the huge turnout. It grew in the last hour! Raven held onto the vibrating box, wanting to shrink in on herself as her large brown eyes scanned over every single person in the room. This was how she was going to die, she thought. A panic attack.
Rob pat her on the shoulder, reassuring her that he was right here for her if she ever needed him. Instantly, he felt her stress melt away, and Raven stood upright again, smiling confidently at her boss.

Rob picked up an empty, unused, unclaimed champagne glass, tapping it with a salad fork as the tiny tinks of metal on glass echoed throughout the large room.
"May I have everyone's attention, please? Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?" he asked professionally, his first time in a long time having to be formal to a large crowd. His last formal meeting was with his district manager and a ton of sales representatives trying to push their new product, Cereal X, onto the shelves at a reasonable Super Discount Groceries price. What a mistake that turned out to be...

Mr. Vincent, as if on cue, smiled and turned his attention to the man at the front of the crowd. Maybe he would continue the conversation with the girls and Mr. Foster. But maybe he would leave, leaving them wondering some more. It was all about timing.
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"So many questions. Do all you pretty girls just think and not accept?"

Rose's and Sasha's eyes narrow a little at the air head of an angel. Lucy simply nuzzles more into Roses warmth to delay the leopard from opening her mouth. Sasha thinks it over but holds her tongue when Mr. Vincent speaks. Lucy figure it simply the the girls upbringing. Female angels where raised generally to be subservient to the higher rank male angels and God.

"It shows they have more intelligence than what they appear"
"To right. We only pretend to be airheads at work." Sasha says with a chuckle.
"Well except for Lucy, shes a bubble head 24/7 generally." Sasha says with a flick of a finger at the snake. Lucy turns her body toward the dingo, the motion dragging the top of her dress against Rose's jacket so that the cloth is pulls away to expose the breast that was pressed against rose. Lucy sticks out her tongue at the dingo and wiggles it invitingly. She pretends to be totally oblivious of her wardrobe malfunction. Not like she was showing anything the humans would consider indecent, the nipple and areola is still covered by the black daisy of adhesive cloth.

"We don't jump till we know the guys better. We're not sluts or hookers willing to bed anyone processing a dick, real or plastic, with the cash to make it worth their time." Rose says to the angel girl before looking down at the snake. The leopard reaches down and tugs the snakes top back into place. Lucy looks up to give the leopard a friendly sleepy smile in thanks.

"Yes, you could say we have lots of backers. Friends in high places, if you will, enough to hire college interns and local dig groups to unearth what we're looking for."
"Always good. Anyone I would know?" Sasha asks back. She notes that the guy mostly avoided the question. A bit shady there. Was it cause they are up to no good in someway or because they did not quite have enough money as they would like. "Big names like Morgan, Cuervo, Adams, Smith, etc."

"I'm only here to watch the unveiling, seeing as I have time in between site visits. However, I am strapped for time. Who knows how long I am to stay? Work never ends, after all."
"Should arrange your schedule better. I can't see the rush, relics of the past have kept for thousands of years. They can wait a few more hours. And people generally people can understand if your out for some party at night. Most people separate business and personal time generally." Sasha chatters.

Rose follows Mr. Vincent's gaze as something, no someone catches his attention. A middle age man with graying hair and a younger lady dress very conservatively. The guy was a big shot for the event. The girl was one of the museum staff. Lucy shifts to so she can more comfortably view the show as well. The careless movements offering a view of smooth skin and black lace without any straps to go around the hips. Another shift and she gives Foster a behind view of round curves as she childishly pulls her knees up on to the seat to sit facing the stage. The snake only adjusts her dress down after settling back down. The dingoes do not have to turn as much to face Mr. Marques. They take a sip as the man rings a glass to get everyone's attention. The music fades away first then the chatting, till only the sound of breathing and shuffling bodies fill the dome.
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Mr. Vincent held up a hand to silence any further questions from the girls. Watching the human hold a crowd was much more important and amusing.

Rob sighed internally, smiling as he glanced over each person, getting their feel. Most guests here were of high-class status, others were able to save up just enough money to get in on this event. Still, others were here on business, which was also understandable. Any way that he could get his museum's name out there from this recovering city was better than no known way at all. Any way that kept him from ever going back to the stressful jobs he worked before was salvation.

"Good evening, guests. My name is Robert Marques, Jr.," Rob began, opening his arms welcomingly. He clasped his hands together after a moment, continuing through the silent echoes, occasional quiet coughs, and hypnotic breathing. They weren't bored, but if he didn't continue immediately, chatter may start back up. He was quick to keep going, "Welcome tonight to the First New Haven Historical Arts Center, and its first live unveiling of a new relic in almost six decades." True, the last time the museum saw anything important like that was 1999 when his father went missing after that cult attacked his store. After that, the mayor of New Haven at the time, Alex East, outlawed any historical anything from ever entering the city's cultural hands. You know what happened after that...

"I was more than happy to accept the paramount antique from a small company who is simply looking to put themselves back on the map, much like us here at the Arts Center," Rob continued, no sign of stumble in his nervous speech. Despite what he was feeling on the inside, his stomach that was performing strenuous somersaults at the Summer Olympics, Rob ignored the athletic events his internals participated in as he pressed on with his complete improvisation. "Presenting the relic tonight will be my new tour guide, and perhaps even my new assistant manager, Raven Rowe!" He finished the statement with a grin, holding up his arms again as if to glamorously present his employee to the world like she was a new prize. Instinct. Just confident--or arrogant?--instinct.

Mr. Vincent silently scoffed through his nose as Anahita giggled behind her hand.
"He's a silly human, Gary," she whispered. Mr. Vincent only pressed the tip of his finger to her lip, hushing her as she gave it a small kiss. The silly human was doing quite well, despite the heavy blanket of stress that inconspicuously covered the atmosphere. He enjoyed the feeling, though no smirk tugged at his lips, and no gleeful sheen in his yellow cat eyes to give away his emotions.
A small vibration went off in his right pocket, silent enough to only be heard by himself and his angelic date. He lifted it slickly from his pocket, eying the message from "Vanessa" -- Vanilla, his second-in-command.

IT'S ALL SET GARNET COME OUTSIDE AND WATCH THE FIREWORKS! XD XP : ) ; ) : P

Mr. Vincent nodded, turning his head only a quarter of an angle to get at least some of the lovely girls in view.
"That's my newest client. Something happened at one of the dig sites. I'd best be going," he retired. "Hope everything turns out well."
He nodded his departures once more, and then began walking his date out the front door while Rob continued to give his speech.

Oh, Rob noted the exiting few guests, but could only chuckle it off, blaming himself publicly.
"Guess I'm dragging this shindig out, eh? My apologies, ladies and gentlemen." He returned his attention to the unnerved form of his tour guide, unaware of the strong vibrations protruding from the small white box in her hands. Did she even notice that it was shaking at this point? Just what was in that thing? "Ms. Raven Rowe, everybody!"

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It was time to shed that horrid name, Gary Vincent, as he raced briskly with his date in tow down the sidewalk, the night lights of New Haven illuminating the whitened black asphalt of the streets and gray concrete of the sidewalk. Five-thirty, the time when normal small businesses closed, rush hour was indeed a thing, and traffic jams were at their worst, as Garnet came to learn of this atrocious world. He had to have been at least a thousand paces from the large museum by now, rounding a corner into an alleyway between an independent Italian restaurant and a struggling geek-out shop. Very few trash cans to his right, plenty to his left as garbage was piled in purple bags in green city-regulation bins. Waiting for him was the thin frame of Vanilla, her wild, lavender hair free of that bun, her pink and lavender eyes swirling madly, her sadistic fanged grin wide with anticipation. Her catlike tail waved smoothly on its own as Garnet closed the gap between the two, disregarding the breathy pained moans of Anahita being tugged by Garnet's rash movements.

"My apologies, my love," Garnet nonchalantly apologized, focusing his full attention on Vanilla. "Status report."

"The Robert's got no idea, and we're about to have our first test here in New Haven, in the non-Athenthian world!" she cheered, hopping up and down. "It'll be grand, just as you said!"

Garnet grinned, looking around for any prying eyes or ears.
"Vanilla, do that thing you do best to ensure we're not being followed," he commanded her, though her giggle told him she was eighteen steps ahead of the competition. She held up a small ring, its bright pink energy reverberating off the crimson metal its gem was lodged inside of. Garnet could feel it. Any kind of technology that could detect their presence in this world was simply going to pick up a disguise--perhaps the humans' savior Batman stopping Catwoman in her tracks, clutching onto a limping Barbara Gordon? He didn't know. Neither did she. As long as it was enough to fool satellites and onlookers, that was what mattered.

"Just like you made it, it can also change our conversation! Isn't your magitech awesome, Garnet? Well? Isn't it??" she asked enthusiastically, and he swore her tail started wagging. He grinned further, his ego stroked by his own subordinate. She did have quite the thing for him, after all, and all he was doing was playing hard to get for her. Business was business, after all. Being the First Seed was a career, a way of life. Not just some petty hourly job like these beings here worked...
Who heard of a demon who happily worked at a Greasy Meats flipping burgers? Powerful beings were...better than that...

"I suppose it is, my dear Vanilla," he answered, pushing his glasses against his brow. "In about two minutes, we will see if our experiment is working properly. After that, depending on the results, we begin distribution."

"Oh boy!" Vanilla shrieked happily. Although her ring wasn't good at disguising her loud shrieks. They could disguise conversations past a certain decibel, and so far as anyone knew, she must have found a good lay here in the dark alleyway. Regardless, she covered her mouth, blushing. Garnet laughed aloud, as did his airhead of a date. She was going to be quite the sacrifice when he was done with her tonight. He pulled a small orb out from his pocket, a purple and blue mist swirling inside of it. The artifact's eye was closed, and the item would allow the beholder to see its world from its point of view.

"The show begins soon, dearies..."
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The girls watch the presenter talk. He was as nervous as a groom on his wedding day. Rose unbuttons her jacket apparently warming up from the alcohol. Janet gets her arms into the sleeves of her trench coat to warm up from sitting idle listening to the guy ramble on. Lucy though snuggles up against Rose's back. Sasha fiddles with her bottle.

"That's my newest client. Something happened at one of the dig sites. I'd best be going. Hope everything turns out well." Mr Vincent says.

"That sounds ominous." Lucy says over her shoulder. She watches the guy leave from one eye and the stage with the other. She did not like the vibe she got from the guy and snuggles in deeper to Rose so she can rest her hands on the comforting knurling on the butts of the pistols stashed under Rose's jacket.

"Hope no one got hurt," Foster says without talking eyes off Lucy and Rose. They are conveniently in line to the presenter after everyone shifted to see who was making the big announcement.

Janet just gives Mr. Vincent a glance to make sure he is actually leaving and taking the airhead with him. She did not like either of them. Not the kind she would give extra service to on a long flight.

Sasha does not even give the guy that much of a farewell. Just a wave of a hand. She is facing the guy but her attention was on the girl holding the box she assumes contains the whole point of the event. The white box was odd for events like this. To much like a no name box from a jewelers. She could just imagine what the item just nested in a bid of stretched cotton batting. Though could be foam and velvet inside, the box did not look to be cardboard.
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The young girl had her latex gloves on her hands already, as she had put them on during her trip down the corridor just a few minutes prior. The roar of applause filled the huge antechamber as Robert Marques presented her to the slightly smaller group. Still, the turnout looked quite large. Raven could only go through with the motions as she carefully opened the plain white box, removing the trinket inside. An ancient iron cross was tonight's prize, attached to a fine bronze chain string. She had studied up on the item's facts while Rob and the girl from the Coalition were finalizing the deal, knew them by heart by now. The papers for the necklace were still in her chair back in the corridor.

"Citizens of New Haven, I present to you, the oldest known Germanic iron cross necklace," Raven announced once the applause died down to a few scattered claps. She smiled, feeling confidence well in her gut, and she soon continued, ignoring the vibrations it shot through her system...her energy.....

"Said to have been forged sometime between 1500B.C.E. and 550B.C.E., it was said these necklaces were handed to the bravest warriors of Germanic tribes. Those who accomplished what were thought to be the tasks of gods were awarded these as a mark of a true warrior. However, such trinkets caused animosity amongst most tribes, causing civil unrest between brothers in arms ..."
She continued on with her speech, unknowing of the consciousness that awakened in the relic. As if acting on a will of its own, absorbing enough life force to act, the rough-edged cross "attacked" Raven's wrist, cutting her speech short and straight into a blood-curdling scream.

"OH JESUS CHRIST!" Rob suddenly blurted, his inner Bostonian coming out for the entire public to see. Shouts and screams suddenly filled the hall, with Raven shrieking and frantically looking in many directions for any kind of help. After all, no one heard of a renegade trinket!
Rob held up a hand, a distressed look on his face as he tried addressing the rushing crowd. Tables fell over, chairs were thrown, people crowded the entryway as they tried fleeing the scene. Total chaos suddenly ensued, and it was understandable--after all, attacking artifacts were completely out of the ordinary.

"MR. MARQUES!" Raven shouted, trying to pry the artifact out of her wrist. The more she pulled, the more pain she felt, as suddenly, she could feel it wire itself with her tissue, her muscle...her central nervous system. Her sun-kissed skin began to crack with purple veins, and suddenly she fell to her knees, trying in vain to rip the sinking artifact out of her. Rob rushed in, a series of Boston curses and stammers as he knelt by his tour guide's side, trying to help fruitlessly to remove the rabid necklace. Heh...rabid necklace...that wasn't normal.

"Mr...Mr. Marques..." Raven gasped weakly, blackened blood forming at her mouth as she gazed up at him through half-lidded, blackening eyes. Rob wore a mask of total panic, his entire body hot, his nice suit ruined with sweat. But he didn't care about that, his entire career and the life of his best worker was on the line here!

"DOES ANYBODY KNOW HOW TO KILL A FUCKIN' ARTIFACT?!" Rob called out over the clamoring chaos. "I KNOW IT'S AN ODD REQUEST, BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO...? Ah fuckin' FORGET IT!" he sobbed as he let go of Raven, slamming his fists on the marble floor.

"Mr....Rob....Rob...." Raven heaved before collapsing in a heap on the floor with him, thickened black blood oozing from her wrist and her mouth. Her eyes closed then, and the artifact was deep within her skin...and its eye opened, awakened at last to feed on its host.

Rob breathed heavily and turned his attention to the girl's lifeless form, unable to keep himself from suddenly crying. How did this happen? And right under his nose? He thought the humans and demons made peace! He thought Cruxis and Kumaria promised no more harm to come the human planes' way!
"The FUCKIN' LIARS! HOPE SOME HOLY MAN DUNKS 'EM IN AN OLYMPIC SIZE POOL O' HOLY WATER!"he shouted.

Raven's body convulsed, perhaps she was coming back from her short coma? Rob put his attention o her body again, but the convulsions, they were...unnatural...
She shot up suddenly, sitting, her muscles spasming, her face twitching, a guttural growl forming in her throat. Suddenly, her face became one of anger, or ravenous hunger, with teeth gritted ready to rip apart anything that came into contact with her...no, she was no longer there. Raven Rowe died tonight, yet her body...her body was an it.

Rob got up, hands up defensively as he backed away.
"Easyyy, Raven, it's me, your boss. The Robert, Jr. I just wanted to expand your career, not cause ya any harm, so--"
His attempts at consoling it were cut off as it lunged at him, its left arm morphing into something demonic and unnatural. A large pourple limb ending in a five-clawed hand took the arm's place, bulging with unusually large muscles and bright pink veins, oozing in the thick black blood. You could see over the tissue the deep black lines where the artifact tied in with its host, and suddenly, Rob was on the floor, shouting in pain with its claws around his throat. He tried kicking Raven's body off, tried to keep it from killing him, as he struggled to breathe. Great, what a time not to have brought his gun!
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