It's Not About The Powers (Christopher)

[Rabecca Aarons]

Becca threw her generic vanquish potion at the demon that had attacked her. He was lower level, and since she wasn't and infamous name or a princess of the underworld in the reality he thought he could make an impression taking out a witch. She was smarter than that though, and more powerful than he'd expected. True, her powers weren't offensive, but that was why she carried potions.

"Kam is damn lucky to have an offensive power. He wouldn't be able to stuff his purse with potions like me," she muttered. Her purse literally was practically full of potions. She had the usual things like a wallet and such, but the rest of the contents was several potion vials of generic vanquishing potions and some that were just magical smoke bombs, in case she needed to make a getaway and needed cover. She hunted demons without Kam a lot, because both of them were capable. It was higher level demons they teamed up for, so she needed to be self sufficient for her lower level ones.

She flipped her blond hair over her shoulder and started walking. Her feet were in black boots that went up her calves. Along with that a black tank top that showed her midriff and tight blue jeans. As always she had the Gemini pendant that had originally been her dad's on her neck. Kam had gotten their uncle's, but both had one and Kam was closer to Brody than Becca had ever been.

That demon was done with, so she wanted to get out of the alley she was in before something else showed up. She didn't need to use up her vanquish potions. Orbing would have been faster than walking, but she didn't want to risk being seen. She was safe here, but that didn't say she was going to be safe wherever she was orbing to. There was no way to know.

[Christopher Myers]

Let's watch it burn,
Let's watch this city burn the world
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Christopher was doing what he usually did, walk around for unsuspecting victims to prowl on them, hunt them down. Kill them. Then he approached an alleyway. Usually, alley's were not very interesting; but this one was. This one was very interesting. Why? There was a vanquish going on. It ended with a demon dying, the shame. "Kam is damn lucky to have an offensive power. He wouldn't be able to stuff his purse with potions like me," The female muttered as she left the alleyway and continued her walk to wherever it was she wanted to go. As she did that, it seemed like she was trying to look, as some was say, sexy. This appealed to Chris' senses. Of course, Chris kind of heard what she was saying. "Mmm? Who's lucky and offensive?" he said, only hearing a few words.

After which, Chris started to walk behind her; bloodlust was in his eyes. "Anyway, why don't you shimmer out or something?" he said, not knowing whether she was a witch or a whitelighter. He knew she was something, because she had potions but he wasn't sure which. As much as he wanted to kill this being, he didn't do anything. The reason was he wanted to find out who she was, and the likes. So he merely followed her to wherever she was going. This was going to be a fun, fun night.

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Song: Hollywood Undead - City

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[Rabecca Aarons]

Becca heard the voice and turned to face the man who had started to follow her out of the alley. The fact that the guy was following her had her a little worried, and she hadn't even tried picking his emotions out from the rest of those around her. She didn't know what she'd find if she did, but she was a little worried about him knowing about magic and knowing she was magic. Had he seen her vanquish that demon? So many things she wondered, but did she really want to know the answer.

She kept walking, turning her gaze back forward as she spoke. "I could use a magical transportation method if I wanted, but there's no way to know people aren't watching where I'd or... appear. I'd rather not be the cause of exposure of magic." She had to be careful what she said. She'd hesitated, almost saying orb in rather than appear. She didn't want to reveal what she was though. He knew she was a witch, if he'd seen her vanquish or heard her mention potions, one of which had to have happened. He didn't know, and didn't need to know, that she was part whitelighter. Though, if he'd caught her slip up he might find out.

[Christopher Myers]

Let me live,
Oh baby
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"I could use a magical transportation method if I wanted, but there's no way to know people aren't watching where I'd or... appear. I'd rather not be the cause of exposure of magic." The female said, Christopher wasn't stupid; he heard her say something else before changing the word to appear. "And what exactly are you insinuating when you say appear?" he said, trying to catch her out. "Because appearing can mean so many things." he said, dark orbing to right up behind the female; "It can be orbing." he whispered into her ear. As soon as he did, he orbed back to about four foot behind her. "It could mean jumping into the scene. Either way, it's appearing. So tell me, how would you appear?" Chris said, deliberately trying to get her to mention the word orbing. As soon as she did, he was going to conjure his crossbow and attack.

After which, Chris spat to his right. His eyes were shimmering a slight red tint, of course his eyes were hidden by his black-tinted shades. He was wearing what he always did, his trademark. A long leather trench coat.

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[Rabecca Aarons]

Inwardly Becca was thinking, So you caught that little slip up, did you? She knew that wasn't good. This guy was bad news. She didn't know what exactly he was, but she definitely knew he was magical and evil. So much for getting out of here without a fight. He probably knows where my potions are too, so if it really comes to it running is my only option. He'll expect me to go for my purse." Well this was just lovely. She'd have to deal with the situation though, if she could.

"Does it matter really? Transportation powers are all the same when it comes down to arriving at your destination. You have to make sure that you aren't seen becuase people don't like it when someone pops up out of nowhere." The problem with this situation now was that Becca had seen him dark orb. That meant it was either a warlock who had stolen the power or it was a darklighter. Either way it was bad, but if it was the latter that meant he had the upper hand. She wasn't as weak against darklighter poison as a normal whitelighter, but being half whitelighter made her more weak than a regular witch. If she were Kam she'd have an active power, but she didn't. She was scared to even know his emotions now, but if she tried she knew she could pick them out of the ones she was sensing. Focus, Becca. Getting out of here alive is the objective. Alive being the key word.

((Short is fine. As long as it's not a one-liner I can work with it.))

[Christopher Myers]

"Does it matter really? Transportation powers are all the same when it comes down to arriving at your destination. You have to make sure that you aren't seen becuase people don't like it when someone pops up out of nowhere."

Christopher let out a smug grin and held his palm out by his side. A black smog soon emerged from his hand, to which a crossbow appeared. "Oh, but that's the fun. Scaring people by making yourself seen." he said, shooting the arrow to his left, without averting his gaze from the females. After three seconds, a loud scream was heard; followed by a crash to the floor. He'd hit an innocent bypasser. "But, for you, I'll happily get rid of everyone who's passing by so you can remain hidden." he had twisted her words, and he loved it. He wasn't going to let her escape without at least one death. He'd got one death already... At least one death. Christopher usually aims for more than at least.

Then Christopher spoke, giving away most of who he was. "I'm assuming you've realized I'm a darklighter, so it's just me being polite now when I say 'hi, my name's Christopher'..." his tone was smug, as if he was proud of something. He had concluded she was a witch, and underestimated her.

"Now, either you run, or you put up a fight. I'd prefer the latter, it's more fun." Christopher continued, turning the crossbow's aim to the female. An arrow orbed into the crossbow's socket, and Christopher cocked the weapon. He was grinning.