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To battle I will ride [Closed]

Characters: Demona and Londo
Location: St Gallen, Switzerland
Rating: PG
Time: 16th March
Description: Demona and Londo go on their first mission together

Demona is more than ready for this. As a warrior, born and raised during the middle ages, it's in her blood to always itch for a fight, even if she followed the world and its development. A fight where she can grab a club - in this case, a staff - without having to worry for bullets, is simply delicious for her.

Currently in Switzerland, she looks around for a moment, before turning to her partner. "Ready, I hope."

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Londo was not nearly as ready. He was not a fighter, not anymore, and he'd seen more of war than he ever wanted to. But he was here, and he had to admit that a lack of creature comforts were getting to him. Getting an occupation was too much work, too much menial labor. It was below him. This was the option.

"Well. I would hardly be here if not, hm?" His voice was a bit dry, wanly amused. It covered for the misgivings he had. Or he hoped it did. "Let us do this, then. I transform now, or we walk forward first? The way this goes, I am not so versed in it."

Even if he was not, Demona would not care much. As long they managed to finish this mission victorious, she didn't care how much they had to fight. All it truly mattered was winning.

"I can carry you. I'm the best with aerial attacks, and..." the female glanced over her shoulder, a smile coming to her lips "we will also have the element of surprise." The gargoyle's hand reached out, asking for Londo to hold on to it and turn.

"Any advantage is a good advantage, my dear Demona." With a smirk Londo took her hand, transforming after a moment. He'd only been practicing a little, but it was still quite something that he'd been practicing at all. Londo much preferred to be lazy.

"So. The flying and the killing should be fast and easy then, yes? And then we can collect our money and Shibusen will be happy." She seemed particularly suited for fighting, and he paused to think for a moment. "And you? Will you be happier when we have taken one down? For I do not think you are all that happy, my good friend."

Demona held on to Londo, making sure he wouldn't fall and was well positioned in her hand. Next, the gargoyle focused on their resonance, allowing her strength and wavelength to mix with the ambassador's, but at his words she did feel a bit surprised.

The first person she had resonated and gone on a mission with, Takasugi, hadn't managed to pick the anger (or was it sadness? Demona didn't see it as sadness, though.) that she permanently had crawling inside of her. It was true, Demona was not all that happy.

"Some days are good, some days are bad." she lied. "I'm sure after this I will be in a much better mood. Don't worry, my friend" she smiled a little.

Resonance was incredibly invasive, she figured. It didn't draw her back, no. Londo was not human and that definitively allowed a much better resonance; but she was not used to be read by someone else. Not like this.

He felt secure enough in her grasp, something he was still surprised by. After all, he was way up in the air, flying, and all she had to do was slip.

It wasn't really the resonance that had him speaking up. He got hints of it as they worked, the conversation, and Londo knew that he wasn't happy. Sometimes it was easier to see unhappiness in other people when one wasn't particularly in a good place.

"If you are sure." Another thing that the unhappy did - let things go if the other didn't want to talk about it. Prying wasn't in either of their best interests. If she wanted to talk, then he had no doubt it would come up. And if it did something to their resonance or the way the mission went, then he'd bring it back up. Otherwise, Londo would take her word for it.

"Do you drink, by any chance? The mission, it would be a good thing to celebrate, when we are back." And it chased away the remnants of melancholy well, he'd found.

Demona headed towards a building and begun climbing it; she needed to get enough balance to rise up in the air, after all. As she did so, she focused once more on their resonance and apparently, the conversation didn't distract her.

Demona didn't usually drink, but this time, she would not refuse. why not? It had been a long time since she had anyone to drink with that she didn't wish to murder. "Celebrating with a drink. I will accept."

The gargoyle was finally at a top of the building and took a deep breathe to recognize the smells that surrounded them. Humans. Dogs. Cats. The smell of dear. And then the smell she was looking for. "Let's go." a smirk grew on her lips, the resonance strengthen as her confidence did too, and Demona finally jumped off the building; her wings spread and she rode the air, avoiding the buildings easily.

"Good, good. And since we will be paid, I shall get something good for us, yes?" It was rather good that she could talk and act at the same time, because Londo had trouble shutting up when he couldn't actually do anything. And trapped in the form of a staff there wasn't much he could do just yet.

He felt her confidence rise and took that as a good sign. They would take care of this. It was the first time in a very, very long time that he'd been personally involved in fighting, and Londo found that he was getting more and more curious as the moment of truth arrived. "Asking, that is something you do not need to do." He was amused when he said it, though, and managed to relax as they took off. Slowly Londo was adjusting to flight, something he hadn't expected to do.

There were animals around, but Londo was focused on looking for their targets, some sort of monster thing. Hopefully it wasn't giant spiders again; those had been on the unpleasant side of things.

"That's right. The money will be welcomed." she needs it to re build her lab. The female glided through the air, towards the place, but before she arrived, Demona moved up in the skies. She wanted to attack from above, exactly when it wasn't expecting.

And when her eyes met the target, they glowed red and without much of a warning, Demona's wings closed causing them to free fall. She aimed towards the kishin and gripped on Londo, raising him to use the staff as a club. And to match this, suddenly she let out an animal like roar which eventually called the Kishin egg's attention.

"It is a shame it is not easier to get, hm?" He missed his life as Emperor, or even his life as an ambassador. Stipends, pay for mostly skipping meetings and talking a small amount at others... He didn't entirely slack off on the job, he was there for important things, but a lot of things just weren't important.

As they descended, Londo first braced himself, and then forced his body to relax. She knew how to fight. Trust was a difficult thing for him, but he would do what he could. Despite the racing in both of his hearts, Londo focused on the topic, hoping that he would be able to do something against this creature. Or that it at least didn't eat staves.

The Kishin looked up at the shriek, too late, and the staff struck. There was some sort of current in the air, or in him, that Londo felt for just a moment, but he wasn't sure what it was doing.

Demona struck it as hard as she could, and immediately she raised up in the skies again. Her tail was almost grabbed by the angry enemy, but she lashed it around like a whip to prevent that.

From above, she looked down once more, smirking wide, boosting with confidence and probably that was felt by Londo. If he was still unsure, she would make up for it with her own self-assurance.

And then she dropped again, towards their target.

He could feel the confidence and it helped him relax more, to have his own confidence. She knew what she was doing, even if he didn't. As they dropped Londo focused on the target, wishing he could do something more than simply strike.

This time the current happens again, though, and Londo realizes it's him. It's almost electrical, flowing through him and hitting the Kishin with a sharp, short jolt as they strike. Now that's at last something he can do and Londo feels his own confidence rise. He's not entirely useless as a partner after all.

At the hit, Demona's eyes widen and Londo probably felt her surprised. The gargoyle wasn't expecting that. Taking the chance that the kishin egg wasn't expecting it either, she landed on its shoulders only to gain enough impulse to move up in the skies once more.

Once up there, gliding in circles, she turned to Londo. "You Weapon ability? How delightful."

"And useful, yes?" The surprise he feels from her turns to pride in him. She's a fighter, he's not, but it still worked. While Londo rarely looked down on himself, there had been a part of him that wondered if she could do better. Claws, wings, clear ability to fight... There were a lot who should have lined up to be her partner. But she was his Meister.

The kishin was stumbling by now, not entirely on-balance, and bleeding from a few lacerations. "We should see if we can finish it, hm?"

"Yes." the most delighted yes, honestly. Demona dropped again, once more hitting the kishin with Londo, but this time she didn't jump off it to glide up again. No. This time, her feet claws craved on the kishin hard so she'd keep balance and the tail wrapped around its arm to stop him from moving it.

With the hand she held Londo, she smashed the kishin egg's head, and the other she claws it, wanting to sink her claws as deep as it could on its flesh.

The kishin staggers and falls as its head is bashed in. It tried to keep fighting but it was over. He felt nothing but satisfaction as it slowly faltered and failed, twitching and slumping on the ground.

"And that is one." One down, who knew how many more to go. Oddly, it was only the second time he'd been responsible for a death and didn't feel guilty about it. It was a good feeling, the lack of guilt. "Shall we go home? Or to the city again. As close as we can be to home, without being home, hm?"

Demona was proud too. This had gone well and it was the kind of fight she loved; close range, but still with a Weapon that could hit her enemies with.

She allowed him to change back to his original form, by gently placing him on the floor, but she didn't move. "One moment." She waited only few seconds before the kishin's body started dematerializing and turned into a pulsating, crimson globe; a kishin egg soul.

The gargoyle grabbed it, eying the soul for a second; honestly, she wanted to take it, experiment on it and show Qilby what she managed to get. However.

Demona turned to Londo and handed him the soul. "This is for the Weapons to eat."

He took his shape again, shaking his head to make sure his hair was properly positioned again. No one else might get why it mattered, but it would bother Londo if transforming made it spread out funny or go flat.

Taking the soul, he grimaced at it. Londo had heard of this part. "They are so generous, yes?" It was pure sarcasm. He wanted to go home, so the war had to be won, so he had to get better, so he had to eat this. But he wasn't going to enjoy it. He took a breath, stuck it in, and swallowed.

Much to his relief, it didn't taste like anything. Londo snorted. "Tasteless. The soul is tasteless, and eating it, that is also tasteless, no? Fitting. Next time, I will bring salt."

Demona smirked, perhaps amused, perhaps out of irony. "I'm sure it'd be worse if it tasted like anything, my friend." and now she closed her wings around her shoulders, nodding softly at the other.

"Shall we go?"

That was a thought Londo didn't want to dwell on. It could have been horrible-tasting. "Unless it tasted like booze, yes? A good red Centauri wine? Bold and flavorful." But he knew his luck. He knew that it wouldn't have come out that well.

"Yes. Let us go home, and get the pay, and be done with things that want to kill us for today." He looked over at her. "Walking or flying?" Flying would be faster, but she'd closed her wings and he didn't want to be too demanding. She still could drop him any time she felt annoyed.

"You do enjoy alcohol quite a lot. Though you'll have to forgive me, it's not my thing." Demona would rather stay quite sober.

The female smirked a little at the question. "Walking." Londo needed the exercise and walking after she fought sounded good.

"Then more for me, no?" He didn't mind people who preferred to stay sober, so long as they didn't scold him when he made time to be the opposite of sober.

Great. Walking back. Sometimes Londo wasn't altogether sure she didn't laugh at him behind his back. With a heavy sigh he began heading back toward the mirror. "The sooner we are back, the sooner there will be showers, you know." Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure Demona did bathe. She likely had to, but...

"Perhaps I will be kind enough to carry you when we reach the apartment buildings." so he wouldn't have to climb up all those stairs. See? Demona is cool, Londo. Also because she would rather not hear him whine.

"But a bath does sound good." yes, Gargoyles do bath.

And whining is a thing that he does when he's not wining. "And not down the stairs? It is tempting to see if I can transform and simply fall down them. They are ridiculous. There is no point to them."

With matters of hygiene settled Londo lead the way back to the base, waiting semi-patiently for it to be their turn to go through the mirror. He was now officially a Weapon, he felt. That meant he could rub it in G'kar's face.

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I am going to get things in order and tag at a decent rate if it kills me...

ahah it's okay <3

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