Bar/ Nightclub

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Bar by day, Nightclub by night. Must be 18 years or older to enter.

She walked along with him, and then she saw the academy.

"There it is" He gets to the academy door and opens it for her

She looked at him "Sorry. I've come this far with you, but I can't go in..I've got something to do. See you around."

After she said that, she shifted into a wolf, running off into the woods.


(left this rp)

"Oh, okay" He goes in and goes to the library

{Leaves Topic}

Lights and lights of many different colors shined all around the bar, making the place and the people dancing on the dance-floor, and sometimes the tables, looking pretty colorful. People were drinking to their heart's contents. And others were dancing until they couldn't dance no more. Some where, there are also other doing things that are too detailed for the younger ones.
And all of this, sicken the man in the corner, who is sitting in an empty booth. Nobody went near since they can feel his irritating aura emitting quite clearly for where he is. With crossed arms and legs including glaring dark eyes, Masa scowled as he saw a woman -with incredibly big chest. Probably fake.- dancing quite suggestivly. He held himself back to gag at the sight. He hates crowds. And being in a crowded place with these kind of people; only made it much more worser.
Masa was weirdly dress -well the clothes looked good on him and did fit him well- but not that kind of weird. You know that Masa usually wears a three piece suit and some kind of noblity kind of clothing right? Well, seeing that Toshiro wanted Masa to fit in so that he wouldn't look out of the ordinary; his butler supplied him with mothered clothing.

His ears were pierced for at least three to four times on each. His hair looking much more ruly and messy. Around his neck are many kinds of necklance, one standing out is a round black circle for some reason or another. He was wearing a tight black, long sleeved shirt which fits his chest comfortably, slightly showing off his muscles and lean features; dark green mid-long pants with a hooked on chain for extra feature. And black All-Star shoes that looked pretty good on him.
Yes, he's pretty handsome, but like he cared about that.
He just wanted to get this meeting with the bar boss over then go home....wait, run away from the mansion and find a new place to call his home. Yeah, that seemed like the right idea.


(( A good idea to what he looks like in a way? >.> ))

Spoiler:

Seth was wearing his usual tattered clothing, and looking as depressed as he has been for some time. He ordered a beer, but being underage, and in his human form, he was refused. His eyes were an unnatural blue, but other than that, his brown hair was black now, and his white robes were replaced with a Black Leather jacket, black t-shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots.

Masa, unknown about the angelic presence that is in this very same night club, narrowed his eyes as he was offered some booze, and soon after reject the waiter flat out and rude. He don't want anything from this defiled place. He was only here on family business.
When he heard someone coming up to his booth, he glared at the innocently smiling man who seated across from him, several body guards surrounding the two. This is a indication for many people to ignore the scene that Masa was in.
"About damn time you got here." Masa spat, obviously disliked being waited for a long time, when all he wanted to do is go and sleep.
Chuckling, the man, who is actually an associtate of the owner of the bar, passed out some papers to the nobleman demon.
"Let's begin."

Seth watched the others down the bar with interest. He took a mental note to try and keep this form up as long as possible, and scooted a little closer. His body had other ideas, however as his eyes started glowing white, and the form started to disappear. He silently cursed every god there was, and felt the twinge of his wings appearing on his back.

While Masa looked at the papers that were given to him with a pure look of boredom; Many people, including the ones that are associating with Masa, were staring at him with pure shock. Even if only a twinged of his wings appeared, most of them are creatures of different races, having senses that could not describes any another. The people that does not have the power only looked in curiousity of what the others are looking.
An angel! Doing in this place like this?? It's really a wonder and something that is unlikely to happen sometimes. Sure, demons, vampire, and other dark races come to have a little fun or so, but an angel! They are mention to be pure creatures that came from heaven. People who have not be defiled unless their wings to black. But apparently, his wings are still beautifully pure white.

Once again, bored and uncaring about the situation; Masa calmly flipped through the papers from time to time. Sometimes only skimming them if he found them just too boring for his taste.

Seth's clothing changed to the white robes, with the gold sash of an Arch Angel. A gold headband with a symbol in the middle covered his forehead, as a scythe appeared on his back, and two swords appeared on his hips. His full sized wings came out, about thirteen feet in length outstretched, they were white, with gold on the tips.

He looked at the people staring at him, and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen an angel before?" Now his eyes changed color from blue, to white, to black, to purple, as they changed to keep up with his mood. He asked the barkeep, "Can I get a beer now?"

The barkeeper, trying not to star at the holy creature as he knows it was pretty rude, and beside, he seen many people here come to enjoy and endulged themselves. An angel shouldn't have been different. He guess that they need to party sometimes too.
With a simple nod, the barkeeper laid some beer next to Seth, going back to his other customers who soon after turn their gaze away from the angel, some a still a bit shock to see a heavenly creatures....but they know better than to stare at someone that is a creature of the light, since most of them are creatures of darkness.

The associate of the Bar owner seemed really intrigued by the angel though. They sell for a high price in the black markets for slaves or other things familar to that. If he obtain that creature, he could make m-

A slam made the man jumped, looking away from the creature to see Masa, obvious pissed off that this meeting wasn't getting any faster.
"Let get this done already. I want to get out of here already." Masa bluntly said as he narrowed his eyes at the man, his pupils slightly turning slit.
The associate only nodded slowly. He knows better than to anger this man at all. Especially a man of a much higher status than himself....but that would surely changed after this meeting. He'll make sure of that. And he'll be much more powerful than the Baku. He means, he heard that Masa is a lazy good-for-nothing demon who spends him time sleeping and running away from his parents. Easy prey, right? But for right now, the man is his pray. He'll worry about angel later.

"I'm sorry, lets get down to business." the associate said, smiling ever so innocently.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he's planning something.

Seth looked at the both of them, and his eyes flashed a steady gold as he looked into their heart fires. The Daemon on his side of the bar seemed pretty okay, mysterious, but okay. It was the one on the barkeeps side of the bar that sent his hand to his sword. He picked up his beer, and drank it like a man who has been doing this for some time.

He shook his head, and just sat there, until he felt the other daemon's fire leap suddenly when he was looking at Seth. Slaver. Simple as that. He knew the type, arrogant, always looking to climb the ladder of power, and with no scruples at all. He stood up, dodging a bottle that was sent at his head as a bar fight started.

"All you need is to sign these documents. And you're free." the associate man said, chuckling as he flip through the pages to skip to the signing part, pushing it towards Masa as the powerful demon himself raised an eyebrow, but took the paper nonetheless, looking at the signing part in a lazy manner.
The associate smirked inwardly while he kept up that innocent smile on his outwards feature. He got the heir where he wanted him. Now, all he needs to do is wait for the paper as the man gets out a pen.

Seeing that this was a sucess, the associate went back seeing what the angel was doing. Still there, standing away from the bar fight.
Perfect.

"Here geezer." Masa said as he gave him the many papers all flipped down to the first page.

The associate kept himself from grinning with evil pleasure and bowed his head in mannerly way.

Seth appeared behind the associate, and said, "If you think of doing anything unethical under my watch, I will slice your head from your shoulders without a second thought." He looked at Masa with Golden eyes that seemed to be looking through him, and then his eyes turned back to the associate, full of sadness.

Seth spent most of his life working for the Arch Council, now he was on it, and he aimed to make a difference. He thought that that would be what Elena would have wanted him to do. He drew himself back to the present, and away from unhappy memories, though he felt a single tear going down his cheek.

The associate, surprised as he was, stood up immediantly and found himself on the table, his bodyguards protection him as they put themselves between their boss and Seth.
The man wasn't expecting that at all. The angel was quick and not even a bit hesitant. He can tell that this man is a fighter for peace, not the preaching kind of angels..... though the fighter always make the most money in the black market. Who doesn't want a strong being of purity?
But.....
The associate's eyes widen as he figured something out. This angel, he works for the Arch Council. He could tell by his aura and rightgiousness. Killing him would also make a lot of money for those who apposed the council also....

Masa seemed annoyed. Not because that Seth interrupted their meeting, but because that the both is becoming irritatedly more crowded. And everyone's staring at them.....
With a quick glare at the audience, they all went back to what they're doing, knowing that this is something that they shouldn't be included into.
Staring back at the scene before him, he said with an obviously irked expression.
"Oi, boy. Mind your own business and go back endulging yourself in whatever suits you." Masa said, a tick mark on his forehead. (Toshiro: You could've say that nicer... Masa: Why should I?)

He seriously just want to get out of here and go home so Toshiro could get him some hot chocolate and that he could just sleep off whatever worth of trouble he got into. But it seemed that it might take a bit more longer since this guy have to prolong it with his "self-rightgiousness".

Seth looked at the bodyguards, and dispatched them easily, their souls spinning around him, before disappearing, "You were thinking of something unethical, weren't you? I could feel it, and see it." He put his scythe to the associates throat, and said, "Masa, I would suggest that you look carefully at where you signed. He changed the paper when you weren't looking." He disregarded Masa's comment, keeping the associate at bay with a single weapon, but the second most deadly he had.

The tick mark has gotten even bigger on Masa forehead. He just felt insulted.
"What, in the blazin' world, made you think that I did, in fact, sign that paper.....?" Masa questioned slowly, twitching as he felt some of his irritation gone to Seth except for anything else around him.

Masa is anything, but idiotic when it comes to business involving his family. He knows why he was called here. He knows who this man was. He always reserches his clients before deciding on anything else. As the heir to the family, and the one that have to make rights for the family -whether he likes it or not- it's his job to come out and confirmed what the man wants. And if it's a threat to his family, he'll have to put him down.
But seriously, the man, trying to get his status and his money by paper? He could just easily written something far from what the man wanted without the guy knowing until it was too late.
And now....

"Listen here...." Masa said, his cane coming out from some kind of shadow as he reach over to the associate and trapped the man between himself and the cane near the associate's neck. "This is my prey."

"W-WAit, what you mean "prey"!?" the associate asked from the background, his face obviously paling even more -if that was possible since it was already paled from the scyth on his neck from Seth- as he was caught between two powerful beings.
W-What does fate have for him..?

Putting his scythe on his back, he drew both his swords. Leviathan seemed to vibrate slightly, as he was placed against the demons cane, "I watched him switch the paper, and you signed it! I am saving you from whatever this slaver had in mind!" he said what was on his mind, his eyes shifting to black, and staying there. The feathers on his wings darkened as well, turning almost black. Seth sliced the associates neck swiftly, blood spurting everywhere, and crying slightly, he began to pray over the body.

What.
The.
Heck.

Masa eyes shadowed as he twitched from the blood seeping into his clothes. Oh dear, Toshiro wouldn't be happy about that.
As he laid the associte on the table, his eyes shadowed. He was orginally suppose to bring the guy in for question. He was suppose to pick which punishment this guy get. But the question of killing him, was forbidden unless he did a more terrible crime.

Remembering all the treaty rules of his family, the tick mark was pulsing and pulsing faster, his anger increasing.
His eyes, which were twitching, turned to Seth, who was praying. What in the world...he knew he saw Black Wings.

"You-"
Masa grabbed Seth's collar, his face basicly have anger written on it.
"I told you that he is my prey! Or do you have feathers in your ear!?!?"

Seth whirled away, blood still dripping from his sword, and his wins slowly fading back to white. He looked at the angry Demon, and said, "Masa Daemon, Demon, Royal Family of Demons. Born without sin, but committed sin many times in your life. This man was a demon, I kill demons, its my job. The war between our kinds is irrefutable. I-I live to serve the counsel..." That last part was oddly hesitant, as if he was still trying to piece things together.

"Like hell I care about the war. Like I care about my sins. Like hell I care about your job. And like hell I care about the stinkin counsel!" Masa spat, glaring at the angel.
His main concern -no matter how annoyingly unbearable they are- are always his family.
This man has dangerous contacts! If words get outs that the associate is dead, his family would be targeted!

"They say the counsel is the best. They say that the counsel is the savior! What a bunch of lies! I bet it's only a way to get rid of us "disgusting" demons!" Masa accused, glaring at him.

In a way, he knew that the man doesn't like the counsel as much as he does. What is he scared of? If he dislike it, why not just leave them?!

Seth's wings changed black again, as he said, "You're NOT disgusting. Demons are actually good friends, I should know..." His eyes changed grey for a moment, showing his sadness, then they went to a steel grey. His face set, as his adams apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing any emotion that might have been there.

Masa sneered.
"Whatever." Masa spat as he wipe some blood of his cheeks.

"Stop working for them boy..." Masa grumbled as he took of his shirt, just leaving him plainly....well, shirtless. Well, it's not like he cared at all. "You'll be only sad."

Seth looked at Masa, thinking. What was this guys angle? Why didn't he want to befriend an Arch Angel? He was a Royal Demon, so that was understandable, but, why was he so oppositional? Seth sighed, and said, "You can save him if you hurry. Grab me the blood bags behind the counter there, and get me a needle of some sort." As he stopped talking, he put his hands on the wound, and closed it up.

Masa stared at him for just a moment but did as he was told.
While his back was faced towards Seth, there were noticable large and numerous scars shown.
Wait a minute, why that mattered?
Anyway, Masa careless asked the barkeeper, who looked pretty freaked out, that he wanted the blood pack type O and a needle.
He did it without any complaint.
Masa came back with all the stuff in his arm, looking particulary bored or careless in a way. Maybe that's his way of showing that he's content with what's going on? Or that he just suddenly didn't care at all? Masa is a person hard to read. Not many knows whether he's actually nice, or actually rude. A person in between other's perpecive of him. A person who can't be judge by many people just by a short meeting.
Dumping the bag near the almost dead man, you can see the very faint scars on his torso, which kinda fits the clothes he's wearing.
"Sew him up and give him blood...." Masa mumbled to himself as he looked at the associate.