Psycopaths, sociopaths and -opaths [Closed]

[pmsgargoyle]

Characters: Demona and Saleh
Location: Near the Holocaust Mall
Rating: PG
Time: While this was happening
Description: A blue gargoyle and a crazy human walked into a bar...


[ She just finished flying around the city, passing now through the Holocaust Mall. She often did that. To check her "territory". To make sure Shibusen isn't doing anything weird that could be watched from the skies. To make sure the cameras were still in the right place.

Also because she likes it.

There are always so many reasons.

Either way, the gargoyle lands at a top of a random tree, wings wrapping around her shoulders to let them rest. After the attack everything is so quiet - it's annoying. ]

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[saleh]

[Saleh left home to restock, mostly on blueberry jam and sleeping pills. Needless to say, the former is for himself, although he did enjoy to feed Zagi, the man whom he is keeping captive in his apartment, just for a few laughs at the man's expense. And the latter is for said man he is keeping tied up to a chair in his own room. One can never be too cautious when dealing with him.

Right now, he's making his way to the Holocaust Mall, occasionally checking his communicator out of boredom. Hearing the distinctive sound of rustling leaves, he instinctively looks up at the direction where the sound is coming from. At the top of a tree, there is a woman he has seen and talked to before, but he can't quite remember when or who it is.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[ they have spoken, but Demona only heard the man's voice. So she doesn't seem to bother with him all that much at first.

Considering what to do next, she decides to jump off the tree to gracefully (as gracefully as a gargoyle can land) and once her feet touch the floor, she wraps her wings around her shoulders.

That's when she notices she is face to face with Saleh, and out of reflex, her eyes glow red in a menacing way. She is far too used to humans trying to kill her or screaming "monster", after all.

That, and she does want to scare the other away. ]

[saleh]

[But this particular human isn't so easily scared by a mere pair of glowing red eyes. He used to get the same kind of hostile reaction from everyone, but more especially from the half-breeds back in his world, that one could say he has even grown to like it.

Not even flinching a single inch, he meets her menacing eyes with a small smirk.]

Is there anything wrong?

[pmsgargoyle]

[ your face is wrong.

The fact that you are human is wrong.

Still. Demona huffed, not pleased with that smirk ] You are in my way.

[saleh]

[He casts a quick glance at the tree, then back at Demona. Who was it that dropped down from that tree, landing in front of him again?]

Technically, aren't you the one in my way?

[pmsgargoyle]

You were the one stopping to have a look. [ she leans because he is short~ 8D towards him only a bit, a menacing smile on her lips ] Curiosity killed the cat.

[saleh]

Curiosity can't kill a dead man, can it?

[He looks up at her, matching her menacing smile with his own smirk, and a hand to his hip. Maybe she will get the hint that she definitely does not intimidate him.]

[pmsgargoyle]

Oh, but you are wrong.

It can. And it has, many times. [ and in Demona's point of view, he should be intimidated, obviously. ]

[saleh]

Does it mean it will kill this time as well?

[She will probably just grow tired of trying.]

[pmsgargoyle]

Is that an invitation, you foolish human?

[saleh]

[Great. So there are other human hating freaks on this side other than that half-cow kid from the last time. But this one actually looked capable of backing up her threats.]

Who knows?

[pmsgargoyle]

Be careful. Some people may be all talk. [ but she is not. Demona smirks wide ]

You humans are all so cocky. How exactly would you plan on backing up all your cockiness? With your teeth? Fingernails? Soft skin? Weak muscles?

[saleh]

[Cocky is more of a compliment than an insult to him.]

Ever heard of intelligence? Maybe brains or intellectual power? They're all synonyms, by the way.

[pmsgargoyle]

I haven't stated them since most of you clearly lack those. [ specially Saleh. if he was about to get in a fight with Demona ]

[saleh]

If that's what you really think, then I suggest that you be careful.

[You may be taller and physically stronger than him, but don't underestimate this madman, Demona.]

[pmsgargoyle]

I'm not the one who should be careful. [ Demona's eyes glow red ]

[saleh]

Are you sure about that? You never know what we, foolish humans, are truly capable of.

[There you go again with the glowing red eyes of doom. Saleh just keeps smirking at her, not backing away a single inch.]

[pmsgargoyle]

Oh, I do.

I really do.

And I also know what you aren't capable of.

[saleh]

And what would that be?

[pmsgargoyle]

Surviving me. [ Demona growls and her wings spread out, only to match her red angry eyes ]

[saleh]

What makes you so sure of that?

[Demona is going to have to try much harder to make him feel the smallest tinge of intimidation.]

[pmsgargoyle]

Experience~ [ she almost hums ]

[saleh]

Experience in dealing with humans or killing them?

[He responds to her hum with a ring of amusement in his own voice.]

[pmsgargoyle]

I didn't realize there was a difference. [ because, of course, the only way to deal with humans is by killing them ]

[saleh]

There are many ways to deal with them without having to resort to killing.

[Namely torture and intimidation.]

You should give it a try someday.

[pmsgargoyle]

If only I had use for that. [ while torturing humans is fun, she is much fond on killing them instead ]

[saleh]

Why do you enjoy killing humans so much?

[Not that he's against it.]

[pmsgargoyle]

Why do humans enjoy killing every other race, or even their own?

[saleh]

Most humans kill for survival, or so they say.

But there are also those who kill for pleasure.