Causing Effect (Invite)

"It's pretty, isn't it!?" the sudden exclamation came from the sidewalk below Wisc, where, without rhyme or reason, the very same creature she had been searching for was standing. His umbrella was popped open, twirling playfully as he seemingly looked onto the battle blocks away without any sort of enhancement. "If I hadn't been so darn busy beforehand, I mighta had a chance to catch that lovely free-for-all when it started..." Caraway clucked his tongue, snapping his 'brella shut and craning to look upward with an eerie smile. He didn't think much of the yellow jacket-wearing human, beyond being curious that she seemed to be waiting for something to happen.

"Not a lot of folks enjoy the fine art of fight watching these days, ESPECIALLY not on this trash heap of a planet. You're pretty special!" The Demon's tongue ran across his frontal fangs, longing to be a part of the spectacular bloodbath... but Caraway preferred his battles like he did his meat: bloody raw and fresh. Simply watching as the Kili-less idiots slaughtered each other with sharpened metal and gunpowder was entertainment enough from where he was standing. "Not that strong, though," He'd continue randomly. "Stronger than average, I guess! That counts for something."

"What, YOU made this happen?" He sounded like a parent encouraging their child about an impossible fantasy. Caraway chuckled lightly. Humans were supposed to be LESS prone to violence than the 'evil hordes' of the Demon Realm, though if all these murderers needed was slight probing from a weak specimen... ha! His eyes re-focused, gaze sharp and attentive. "Well that's new! I don't think anyone on this planet has been happy to see me, let alone gone out of their way to try and come face to face with a dastardly killer." Sharp teeth glinted dangerously as he grinned. Unless this chick was hiding away some serious Kili, this would be a shit excuse for an ambush.

"I don't fancy myself an actor, least of all on someone's behalf. Sounds like you have something INTERESTING planned... but you may just be barking up the wrong bridge here." Caraway jabbed the tip of his umbrella point into the sidewalk, the faux weapon easily piercing the cement as he leaned against it. "Unless these plans of yours are flexible and open to some freestyling from a true artist such as myself, I'm afraid arrangements like this simply won't work out. The secondhand show was nice, though!"

"Not particularly," He'd say easily. "Not that you could stop me if I wanted to..." Wanton slaughter could be fun, but shredding a weak individual to bits when he wasn't that hungry was a waste. Little enjoyment to be had! Wisc did pique his interest by remaining cool and collected throughout; Caraway was unsure if he should chalk it up to confidence or bravado. "So, what, you want to SUGGEST some times and places?" His eyes gleamed dangerously. "That's a hard sell... if you could give some genuinely good suggestions, I may consider playing along." If she purely wanted some invisible agenda fulfilled, Caraway could always not bother. Or kill her.

"I could take on a Super Saiyan," He said confidently. "Anything more than that might put a premature dampener on my fun. It's both so exciting and frustrating that regular mortals have gotten so strong these last few years." Not a bad deal...? "IF you're not trying to grease palms and play me for a fool, I agree. It sounds lovely! I should warn you though... if these plans of yours fail to manifest anything a scratch above boring, it's YOUR neck on the line." He mimed, slicing a knife across his own neck to hammer the point home.

"Tch, they're not all that special. The amount of blondies running around these days, you'd think there was a bargain sale on dye." That being said, it was troubling there were THAT many mortals capable of stalling him out. If two or more teamed up? His goose was cooked. Such thoughts annoyed Caraway, his fangs grinding into his lower jaw with a grunt. "I don't have a scouter or phone like most of your kind," He'd say dismissively. "TELEPATHY is instant clear communication across all space... mortals should really pick up on it more." If Wisc didn't know how, Caraway would have to ASK her himself for updates... no thank you!

"What do you even want out of all of this? Last I heard, humans were sniveling morals-ladden creatures who abhorred violence and loved peace. Sure, there were exceptions, but they either had a screw loose or were fueled by greed. So... you have a screw loose?" He couldn't fathom a world in which this gave a nameless nobody non-politician ANYTHING beyond the satisfaction of it happening. In his experience, few mortals truly valued a good carnage and dole of chaos: they always had ulterior motives. Killing rivals, installing authoritarianism, making money, and perhaps even correcting a perceived slight like climate change.