Popping in Unannounced [Invite]

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A banging sound could be heard up the alley just ahead of the mob boss but not far behind the unknowing victims. The concrete sidewalk groaned as loud cracking emitted against the walls of the alley, suddenly the cracks gave way to reveal an holy creature breaching the surface of a thick red liquid beneath the alleyway, surprising then two gangster rookies. A demonic guttural growl came from it as it seemed to drag its surprisingly small voluptuous figure out of the liquid, but it's tail seemed to keep slithering out, as if never ending.

Other than the apparent voluptuous shape of her body her overall features were obscured by the thick red liquid dripping off of her at this point very obvious what viscous liquid was, "So hungry…… please…" a soft meek voice choked out from blood covered lips, the rookies seemed almost more disgusted than scared by her appearance…. that was until her face seemingly split in half. Her jaw seemed to extend unnaturally as rows of jagged sharp teeth were exposed, her body arching forward towards the shorter of the pair, much like a snake. Her supernatural mouth latching onto his neck and shoulder digging in easily, and deeply into it until his clavicle could be heard snapping, while her acidic saliva ate away at his skin, making him easier for her to consume.

His screaming irritated Hazel's ears, still so sensitive from her just awaking from her bloody soaked slumber. She placed a hand over his mouth before she jerked her neck and body causing her teeth to break into his spine as he went completely silent and limp in her twisted malformed hands. The other gangster went yellow-belly up as he attempted to run away from the gruesome scene, but to his utter dismay her tail would finally finish coming out of the bloody broken hole lashing out and curling around him again and again. As he would try to scream no sound would come out as pressure would be applied each time air left his lungs tightening and tightening.

Within just a couple of minutes she was already almost done with the first victim throwing aside a tennis shoe as she popped what remained of him into her gaping maw, she would finally open her eyes completely, icy blue eyes surrounded by voided black scaleras focused in on the snack trapped within the coils of her tail, with a single strong flex of her tail cracking could be heard as the victim went still, and again within minutes she had dissolved and consumed the second gangster, the only remaining evidence that they were ever alive, ever there, was their tattered and bloody clothing. She breathed heavily after finishing her second meal, finally satisfied for the moment.

She remained with her back to the mob boss not quite realizing yet he was there as she started to use her hands to wipe off and scrape off as much of the crimson fluid as she could, yet it almost seemed like some of the liquid was slowly absorbing into her skin.
Both hands rose up from the bottom of her face to her hairline then squeezing it from her ever so long hair, as she swung her hair it caused blood to splatter against the wall making the area and herself look like a scene from carrie.

After a few moments, she blinking as she stood up with her hands resting on the plump hips, to take in her surroundings. She was only just now realizing she was in a city, then looking down at the hole she had just emerged from. Sudden frustration came from a clear and lovely feminine voice, "DID THOSE F***KERS TRY TO SEAL ME UP?" Now she was clean and rid of the red liquid from her body, revealing a very odd tribal like attire, her long long straight hair transformed a big and wavy mane of crimson like the liquid she came from, she had flesh and mostly looked human but coming from her back was a massively long tail and on the sides of her arms were matching golden scales. After a few unsuccessful breathing exercises she did begin to realize she WAS in a city it was unlikely she was purposely sealed up, rather human greed and development had encroached on her territory. Then momentarily thinking she was alone her shoulders slumped as she hugged herself and sat down with her tail curled around her.

Even in her rarely lucid mind she knew something was wrong she knew she had been under too long. Far longer than normal... Just from this point of view she could tell things had advanced so much. But with this much time passed How likely was it that the allies or friends she had were still alive? She seemed to sigh with resignment, how could she expect it easy she was a demon after all? She stood and turned her face contorting with several emotions for a moment as she finally noticed someone behind her, her stance became defensive with her tail hovering in-between them, ready to strike out if need be. "Well I guess you just got quite the show~" she purred, despite what was seen earlier, and her ready pose, her voice was now full of cockiness and hurrah.

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Hazel's icy blue eyes honed in on him, she had an inherent distrust of humans but the fact he flinched and didn't run nor was he attacking her after seeing what she had done, caused her to slowly ease her defensive stance, her tail lowering and swooping widely behind her. She did keep her eyes tracking his every little move just in case he felt too inclined to avenge the humans she feasted upon, yet while he straightened up his posture as if not afraid of her, her current lucidity was fading fast.

She half listened to him for a moment as her eyes started to wander like her lost mind, before nearly pinning him to the wall in a sudden movement, she wasn't touching him but her hand was pressed against the wall behind him as she closed in on his personal space. The cigarette was a sure way to get her favor, almost like giving a piece of ham to a stray dog. She slowly and gracefully took a stick as she put it to her lips, she closed in closer to his face, using his lit cigarette ember to light hers. Her shining pools of blue reflected back at her from his sunglasses as she stared straight where his eyes would be, "I'm not ever so fond of tobacco but any prospect of smoking after such a long time underground is an unholy blessing~" her voice heavy and sultry, traveling like an earwig to his eardrums.

After a moment she turned around giving him back his personal space, not going to far from him, while she puffed gratefully on the cigarette, taking long drags and letting the smoke pour from her soft lips, only adding to her ethereal dragon-like appearance, finally she would answer what he asked, "I guess you could call me Hazel, it's easier to say anyway," the way she seemed to chuckle after talking was almost a soft manic laughter, further showing the deterioration of her mind. "It's hard to say how long, the body can take a long time to regenerate after being gutted and nearly decapitated, buuuuuut…." She took another glance around before continuing, "with just the advancements I can see on the streets I'm going to assume over 50 years at the minimum, but who can be sure?" She said with a nonchalant but animated shrug before taking another drag of the cigarette already nearly depleting it.

Because of her wandering mind it took her a moment to realize the last part he had said, her ears flicked as she closed in a bit on his personal space once again, "Oh? Ooooooooo?! You were going to kill those tasty mortals? Do you have a habit of disposing of such tasty bits?" Her voice began with heightened interest before dropping into a hungry tone and inching her face closer to his again. It wasn't unusual for humans to kill humans but if keeping in line with this human could get her a few free meals without angry mobs it would be nice but in many cases humans only killed once and for selfish benign reasons. It's not like this guy was a gangster or part of a mob…..


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Hazel chuckled after his introduction, absent-mindedly looking up to his slicked back, soft pink hair, "Derrick, I think I remember that name being popular before I bit the dust, a lotta Sir Derricks," she joked light heartedly, possibly showing a bit of her age despite looking like she was only on her mid to late 20s if even that, but he quickly had hold of her full attention again. He was … a mob boss?! No actual way.... She found she could hardly contain her excitement, what unholy luck brought her to this? Her celestial blue irises literally glowed as she looked up to his soft brown eyes again, her stature much shorter than his own. The end of her tail swayed with obvious interest, like a happy pet, "So you have a group that occasionally needs to be rid of tasty snacks?" She spoke with gleeful giggling.

If she could get in with this human and his group she could have some sort of back up. Her ultimate downfall beforehand had been remaining alone, the lone wolf aesthetic just wasn't worth it, especially after being mutilated by super humans. This could be a very beneficial relationship, even in her empty head she knew this was way too good to pass up. Protection, life-giving food, and possibly a way to ease into this new setting, thrown so far from the world and things she once knew.

Not to mention his ability to smile at her with her so close, had her quite smitten, along with him stating how it gave him satisfaction to end lives with his own hands at times. The chahones on this man pleased her, being able to smile in the face and mouth of a creature that just consumed two of his own kind. But she could admit her VERY underwhelming stature and appearance was NOT immediately threatening.

Once again was a mix of emotions dancing across her face after she heard approaching voices, surprise, fear, then a calmness. Her self preservation and instinct to blend in kicked into full gear, her appearance quickly changed, the tail disappearing into her back as her spine contracted, her horns fading beneath thick red hair, and her scales sunk into her soft pale flesh. She looked completely human now except for her long pointed ears. It seemed she had developed a bit of PTSD from the incident that put her into the ground, the fear of an attacking mob, she did just feed after all. She was often attacked if caught feeding.

Many accused her of killing innocents but the truth was far from it, you see innocent people taste like bland unseasoned chicken, not a good meal, not a lot of energy to it. But evil humans… Now that was a SNACK, murders, abusers, those that do unspeakable things to their own kind had a certain flavor that just couldn't be matched and gave her an energy high that couldn't be beat. You would think the humans would almost be grateful for her ridding them of such trash, but no, they didn't believe her. Just more disgusted by what she had to do to survive, but she deserved to live too…..

Quickly she buried her face into his chest in an attempt to seem like she fit in as a chatty couple walked past the opening of the alleyway, she peeked only after the voices started to fade, she did however notice what the woman of the couple wore, causing her to examine her attire as she slowly backed away sliding her delicate hands off his chest…. Not good, even in this simplistic form she stuck out because of her severely outdated clothing. She pulled at her clothes as she looked slightly disgruntled at them and then her bare feet, wiggling her toes. She'd have to break into a store later to find something more suitable. She tried to play off the moment of weakness by diverting the attention to her outfit, "Well I guess it doesn't matter how much I try to physically look like a human I'm not going to blend in much with this kind of clothing, am I?" She spoke snarkily before jokingly twirling around, as she stopped she rested the back of her hand onto her hip, "Unless tribal royalty is still in fashion~" she leaned forward with an animated smile and wink. "Tell me where can we find some new apparel? Maybe~ you can watch me try some on and tell me what looks best?" She teased in a purr, for thick eyelashes laying over her gaze.

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Haze looked confused for a moment, wasn't general armor normal to wear? She pondered, not realizing he was talking about a classic set of old metal armor. A smirk slithered across her face at his response to help her choose an outfit, "Ah who knew a Mafia boss could be soo…. Upright~" she purred while placing her hands onto his chest again, but he would teach her attention towards his cigarette she watched as he disintegrated the remainder of it. Then her ears perked up when he offered her another cancer stick. She happily accepted it, releasing him from the violation of personal space, but paused when she brought the cigarette up to her lips.

Momentarily distracted by the display from Derry as he materialized another box, this did shock her to a degree. That wasn't something many humans could do in the past, there was a bit of a cold shiver that traced down her spine…. Could he be a more modern superhuman? Derry seemed slightly proud of his display, even asking if it was neat, she nodded, but her pupils were now predatory slits, carefully sizing him up just in case. Mob boss or not. It was still humans with powers like this that caused her to go back to the womb of the earth. To a degree this worried her, but with her foggy mind, it wouldn't bother her for long. As her lucidity once again became lost in the labyrinth of her broken mind.

Hazel was given another small shock when Derry lit a small flame with a snap of his fingers, much like how she used to light her pipe. Ah her pipe…. She wondered if this human would know where to find the special flowering herb that could help her mind clear the fog. She was snapped from her thoughts when he addressed her with a question. She nodded at his mention of Shapeshifting,

"For my species of demon we can, technically, have two types of Shapeshifting, the one you just saw is a simple easy biological change in form. I can biologically stay this way, Without using energy to maintain this form. And the other kind uses energy," she slowly lifted her hand in a graceful moment, but the movements would become jerky as black viens traveled up her arm, changing the color tone of her skin to a void of black. The darken area of her arm twisted and contorted until it shot past his head, gripping the brick wall behind him. She now had a long twisted gnarled arm extending between the two, her hand looking bony with built-in clawed fingers as she pulled it away from the wall.

"It does have it's limitations sadly, I'm not as proficient as my mother was." She spoke with some obvious disappointment as her arm reverted into pale flesh and it's normal plump form. She leaned against the brick wall across from Derry, chuckling at his last question, "You could say it's the form I prefer the most but I have three to choose from." There was a moment of weariness as she looked around, "I would show you the last one, but only in private~" once again teasing him with her sultry voice but the true implications were obvious she didn't want other humans seeing it. At least not out in the open. It was worrisome enough to be half scaled and out in the open or full-scaled form could make her easy to pick out for a demon hunter.

"Oh I have plenty of tricks," she chuckled before continuing, "I was actually considered quite the popular singer and entertainer back in my day," Making it a bit obvious she wasn't going to reveal more of her supernatural abilities at the moment. Keeping a small bit of hidden information to herself in an attempt to protect herself. Too much more information could reveal one of her weaknesses and she had no trust yet in the human before her.


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Hazel very visibly hesitated after the Shapeshifting, when he didn't let her dodge the subject of her strange reactions, causing her pupils to sharpen again as she became slightly on edge. She had absolutely no true reason to entrust this superhuman before her with any more information. Yet…. If she was truly considering a legitimate partnership, he may need to know of her new weakness, that she was also becoming aware of. Her face scrunched up as if in pain clenching her first up to her chest, before letting out information she hoped she wouldn't regret divulging to him later. "I think. …. I think I've developed the emotion called Fear…. I was nearly killed by a group of superhumans with your kind of power." Not quite realizing what she had happening in her broken mind. 

Hazel smiled sweetly in response to the effect her voice had on him, "Well, the stronger the willpower the less effect it has, but coupled with my beauty it tends to work more likely than not. Even the strong willed can fall for visual charm if they like what they see~" She finished saying smugly, boating her beauty despite him clearly seeing what she did earlier and the shape of her face splitting open at the mouth.

Her tail slowly vanished again as she continued on, "Although, depending on the intention I put into my and how deep a victim falls under you may experience delightful visions or horrifyingly demented images," Her voice echoed malice and joy when saying the word Victims, and the following laughter provided no comfort. As sweet as she could seem to be, she definitely lacked a great degree of empathy toward those she would consume or manipulate.

She seemed pleased with his compliment on her singing and current style, "Surprisingly it usually more effective if it's 'familiar' to the recipient, something you would hear in the streets or the sound box, etc~" she said unaware how odd her last statement may have seemed, her long ears flicked as she straighten up being alerted by a passing thought while he rested her fist into her open palm. "Ah and I will need a refreshment on current technology. Don't wanna seem like I've lived under a rock my whole life!" She ended her stamina with manic laughter, clearly pleased with her own joke.

Her pale blue eyes glanced toward dark corners, she allowed herself to focus more on her surroundings now that she did not view Derry as a current threat. She nodded in response to his statement about being paid and having her paired with other members….. etc etc. She zoned back in near the end, "Well then, where am I to report to?" Curious if she would find herself a temporary home until she could gather her special belongings she hid so many years ago. But clearly eager to get out of the public eye for now.



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Hazel looked thoroughly confused at his mention of TVs, and a scouter? Her head tilted dramatically showing that she was very unsure about what he was talking about. "Seems I have a lot more to catch up than I thought," there sounded to be plenty of new modern gadgets to learn about, he mentioned about how long she was probably in there considering they don't call it that anymore. Hazel perked up when he offered his sunglasses and was momentarily surprised to see movement in the lense, she took them off quickly, "Oh gods, what is that?" Her eyes wide and confused as she put on and took off the sunglasses several times before handing them back. Then with an audible sigh pushed back her hair, before looking up to Derry, "That's pretty trippy man….. What else is there?!" She spoke quite excitedly as she floated up off of her feet, but he continued on about where their base location was.

What he mentioned about her living situation was quite correct, even before she went under her original home had been destroyed which is why Avast amount of her most important belongings had been previously hidden in no place a human would be able to attempt to traverse. Speaking of such things she would have to learn all of the new technology quite quickly to be able to retrieve them all, some point soon. She would float down the alleyway then after a moment of thought she landed gently to her bare feet and continued to walk looking back to see if he followed, "Let's get going I need a shower more than a desert~" she chirped chipperly as she left.

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