By the time the three new people showed up, Kreos was already behind the bar, packing as much lemonade and nectar he could find into his messenger bag, which wasn't much as far as nectar was concerned, being the drink of the gods, but it was still there. As the others walked into the pub area, they found Kreos with a flask of nectar between his teeth, as his hands were full with both his messenger bag and a jug of lemonade. He quickly stashed both in his bag and tossed it over the bar into the dark corner of the room where it disappeared. He hopped over the bar to approach the newcomers.

As Kreos vaulted over the bar, he felt a pair of eyes on him, the human-ish girl staring at him. He made sure to hide his true immortal half, as to not drive her to insanity. Regular mortals minds could never truly grasp the sight of something truly immortal, Kreos himself being one of those people. He knew of other demigods who had looked upon a god's true form, and were driven to insanity by it. He had to release them of their pain, before they caused too much damage amongst humans and other beings. Kreos read a book about a son of Poseidon and simply found it unbelievable. There was no such thing as a shelter for demigods, as if they were too weak to survive on their own, they should not survive at all. Also, honestly? An agreement that "The big three" can't have kids? Nobody can ever limit how horny Zeus gets, heck, like, five of the Greek heroes are his children, all with different women. Kreos brushed aside the thought for now. It was off topic.

Kreos listened as Tsitua spoke, and he rose a finger to point out that all things feared his father, but he decided to keep it to himself, lowering his hand after thinking about the statement. He was the last one to shake hands with Jareth, but as he inquired about being part of the team, Kreos put an arm around Jareth's shoulder and cheerfully stated, "Nope, too late. We're all a team now. Each and every one of us."

[ I'm still waiting on a message from but I really want to just post this and edit it later if I must. ]

Tsitua gave Jack a warm smile, reaching out, and closing the girl's hand back around the coin. "Keep it with you at all times." He said, "That way you'll have a piece of me wherever you go." He quickly hugged her, and let her go, "Listen, while on a mission we focus on the mission, okay?" He wasn't scolding her, he wanted her to understand that he still cared about her, despite his rough behavior. He turned back toward the doorway, and began to move out of the saloon. The human soldier who had entered the bar wasn't fooling him. He had a young face, but his chakras were hardened from battle, his body gave off more energy than most normal humans, not to mention the obvious gun. It would take more than an undercover soldier to intimidate a daemon hybrid with thousands of years worth of experience. Still something about the soldier intrigued him, so he looked to Shiva. "Sophia will need to recover on board, serve the man and catch up." He ordered.

Shiva obeyed. Clearly her leader had a motive for /not/ neutralizing said man, who was quite conspicuously following them. What other reason would a human male with that physique and chakra level have to enter a bar that had been vacated due to a battle between three humanoids and a demigod? In fact, what business would a human who wasn't rich have for being in Sybil at all?

She adjusted her tank top and went around behind the bar, giving Jack a 'watch this' gesture. Putting three liquor glasses on the table, she filled one halfway, picked it up, and while looking at Jack, she blew a short and fast breath of air into it, freezing the whiskey solid in an instant. Returning her attention to the soldier, she took out her combat knife and thruster it into the frozen liquid twice, both loosening the whiskey ice from the glass and making four chunks of ice. She put two chunks in each of the other two glasses and filled them both halfway with the very same whiskey. She slid one glass to the soldier and sipped at the other with a cute wink. "So," she began, "what brings you here?"

Orion paid little attention to Jack's mentor. The fight had drained his energy. Such use of one's Kagune commands power and leaves the stomach grumbling... And there was a fairly normal human man with thick, toned muscles sitting at the bar. His ghoul eyes were locked on the man as sweat beads formed in his face from holding back. It'd been so long since he had let himself be that close to living human tissue, and the aroma was intoxicating. He was practically drueling.

Victor opened a channel to Tsitua, "You have a spook on your tail." He said.

"I know." His leader replied.

"No, not the soldier at the bar. A real spook. One of those suit guys who thinks he's untouchable. He's been trying to track our movement around the planet. He even has footage of those shadow fiends Mae was tracking in Russia but this 'McMinn' character killed them before they could lead her to the demon controlling them." He responded. "They've stumbled across demons and their activity and have been tracking us in our wake for some time now. Apparently, demonic activity showing up and then disappearing isn't going unnoticed anymore."

"Keep me in the loop." he said after some time.

Victor closed the channel and opened his own detailed map of the ocean floor. Two blips were showing still in Sybil. That meant that the tracking devices in the coins given to Jack and Orion were still active. He reopened the channel. "I'm pretty sure that if I tweek the signal on the trackers, they wouldn't be able to track us."

"No, leave it. In fact, boost it a little. Maybe it's time we came out of hiding. Update Shiva." Tsitua replied.

Victor typed up an update and sent it to Shiva's neural implant.

(( out of curiosity, why didn't Orion salivate over Amune or Jareth? They're "normal" humans. Or Sophie -- is Sophie human?))

Ruarc did an excellent job at keeping his eyebrow from shooting up as she froze the whiskey with her breath. It was gonna be awhile before he got completely used to people and powers. When he says they just recently started using him for paranormal investigation, it was in the middle of the Russian mission when he was introduced to some demons, crawling on the walls and ceiling and shit.

He grabbed the glass and swished it around, letting the liquid warm up after having frozen alcohol introduced to it, and, with no accent whatsoever, answered. "The whiskey." He smirked slightly, sipping the whiskey, making sure he wasn't going to get freezer burn in his throat, before gulping the glass down. He scratched his throat, pointing his finger up and down the bar "Got any Jameson back there? It's my favorite." He asked, mentally patting himself on the back for the excellent suppression of his natural, Irish accent. He spun the glass around slowly, keeping the woman's gaze. He didn't wink back, didn't flirt. Just sat and smirked, trying to feel out everyone else in the room.

They were talking about being a 'team', among some other things that piqued his interest. Dropships? Orbit? The hell were they going, the ISS? He patted his chest pocket, before procuring a pack of cigarettes, which he also got off that drunk in the ally. "You don't mind if I smoke, do you? They usually let me smoke in here." He lied.

[like most living creatures, ghouls have 'favorite foods'ig you hadn't eaten in days, which would you eat first, the small cut of untenderized, 7$ meat, or the gourmet New York strip? See my point? Orion likes muscular, male meat. He can't bring himself to hurt a girl unless he's starving, and Jareth (I'm guessing) isn't the most built student on the block. He'd eat Jareth, sure, but there's a 'seasoned' solder sitting there who is giving off way more scent due to apparently still healing cuts on his body. I hope that answers what you were asking .-.]

(( ah, clever. Clever clever. <3 And no, Jareth is thin and probably stringy. I need to get a post for you.))

OoC//

Yeah, Ruarc would definitely be a little tougher to chew on, lol

Nodding Jack smiled feeling the coin press against her hand again. “I will” She smiled tucking it back away in the special pocket being interrupted by his hug, it was nice to feel that embrace again. “Yes sir” She nodded softly looking back up at him and his change of tone.

She glanced back catching Shiva’s gesture. Turning a half step she watched carefully, her eyes going wide a little bit as the seamless control of her power. “How?!” She mouthed fascinated. Jack knew she had much to learn, and was glad she had the potential to help her out a bit.

Jareth chuckled at Kreos. "Yeah, I guess we are," he replied with a lopsided grin. "I take it you can use that thing?" the young man continued, gesturing towards the scythe. "I suck with weapons. Amuné's tried to teach me a little, but I only end up getting injured. Even free weights are dangerous with me around." His hapless nature was a long-standing joke between the pair, and Amuné rolled her eyes before turning away.

She watched Shiva join the stranger, wondering what was up. The man was normal, clean of all but the faintest of water-proximity echoes, which meant he probably was not local. She figured she or Jareth would sense it, should he turn into an active threat, so she turned her attention back to Tsitua and followed him into the streets of Sybil. "I'm surprised you accepted me so swiftly, though I sense that you're not completely done with your assessment," she told him, falling into step at his side. "Still, I'm glad to be aboard. Will you need to know anything further about myself and my friend?"

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Kreos took his arm off of Jareth, crossing it as the young man spoke. Kreos looked a bit over his shoulder at his scythe after Jareth gestured to it, nodding a bit. "I guess you could say I'm pretty proficient with it to say the least. I was self-taught, but my father inspired me to use it." He turned his attention back to the young man, patting him on the shoulder saying, "Let's see if a half-god can train you better than a seeress, eh? I'm sure you can learn to use something to defend yourself with, eventually." He took a seat at a nearby table and looked up at Jareth, asking, "I assume your friend isn't a greek-derived seer, as determining messages from birds and animal guts seems a bit grisly for her. May I ask you how she achieved these powers?"

"Half-god?" Jareth was surprised, and impressed. He was a fairly secular pagan, so the news didn't trouble him as much as it might members of a monotheistic religion, but still the confirmation that gods did in fact exist put him off-balance. "And no, ew. That's nasty, and what did the animals ever do to us? Amuné was born with her gift, I think. She doesn't talk about her early childhood too much, so I'm not sure. I get the feeling that something back then really bothers her. But she'll occasionally get visions out of nowhere, or she can choose to use her powers voluntarily. She says physical contact makes them stronger, and water makes them weaker." Jareth scratched his head. "You'd have to ask her if you want to know more. So...the child of a god, huh? I guess that means I win the debate. Amuné insists that there are no gods, but I always believed otherwise."

Everyone was out on the street with Tsitua, headed toward the boat area except Jareth, Kreos, Orion, and Shiva. The hybrid expected they would all catch up, so he didn't bother waiting. At the docks was a single boat that he had arranged to be there, but standing next to it was some one he had not arranged. He had long, slick black hair that reached his waist line. He wore a black suit and read undershirt, all with gothic flair, but no shoes. His skin was pasty, almost translucent to the point that you could see many purple vines in his hands, feet and face. He was smiling, showing six sets of gold-capped, razor sharp fangs under cyanotic lips. His eyes burned with a reddish-gold surrounding a cat slit pupil. The strong smell of sweet caramel overcame the group along with the unsettling growl rumbling from the person's throat.

"Victor.." Tsitua said into his mic, "my sword.." Just in front and above him, a sword materialized. The blade was laced with both silver and gold along with iron and Rolandium. The hilt had no blade gaurd, just a hand gaurd and a handle with a leather grip and a solid diamond pommel. It dropped and lodged in the concrete ground.

Shiva took a match from the cupboard below and lit it with her thumb. She lit his cigarette for him and blew the match out. As she did this, she received an update from Victor detailing a CIA operation to track an unknown team that she just happened to be a part of. Soon followed the CIA's file on a mister Raurc McMinn. It was a simple file, really. He was an asset to them, nothing more than a gun with legs. Victor never ceased to amaze her with his technological prowess. She leaned forward placing her left forearm on the table as well as her right elbow, in such a fashion that her breasts were pushed up and her face was intimately close to his. He was a soldier after all, she expected he was used to getting intimately close to a lot of things. She placed her right hand gently on his face so he could feel the cool smoothness of it as she lightly caressed his cheek with her thumb.

"Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into, Raurc?" She asked, genuinely heartbroken, that a human being was in harm's way because her team's secret was out. She felt partially responsible and couldn't figure out why. A single tear managed to escape her as she looked into his pretty, green eyes with her big, shimmering sapphire eyes.

As they walked, Orion walked behind Amuné. She wasn't as built as the other human, but she had meat. He wouldn't hurt her, but she looked awfully delicious. He could smell her as they walked. She was sweating ever so slightly, and he though he caught the faint scent of blood. He could tell she had been in a scrap within the last twelve hours... Then he caught a scent he had never smelled before...

It was charred, like seared meat. There was another smell to it. Something else. He didn't realize that he others smelled caramel, because he smelled the most delicious, mouth watering, savory aroma he had ever experienced. The veins around is eyes pulsated and his stomach growled audibly as he bared his teeth and salivated as he locked eyes on the gothic suited man who was leaning against the boat. He would eat this man if he could. He wanted to. He had to. He felt a twinge of sadness as he slipped closer and closer to a feril state.

Victor admired Shiva's passion, but he needed her to get a move on. He was about to say something when Tsitua's channel opened. "Victor... My sword..." Victor cursed out loud. If Tsitua needed his sword, that mean there was a class two demon at least. They had seperated demons into classes from ten to double zero. The system worked like gauges. A class ten demon was what McMinn had encountered. They were weak and easily killed. A class five demon was considered a devil, and a class zero was only given to lucifer's generals and leutenants. This demon was a devil captain at the least if Tsitua was going to fight him with his sword. He sent the weapon to his leader and updated shiva. After that, he activated the ship's intercom "attention, class two or higher encounter, SIRT standby for deployment." He announced.

Amuné waited for an answer, but Tsitua was distracted before he could answer by the sight of a man in what seemed to be a Victorian gothic style suit. The smell of sickly sweet caramel hit her at the same time as his powerful aura, and the scene around her shifted, a vision slamming into her like a physical blow. Instead of a dock, it was a bunch of ruins, the skies above pouring rain and the whole of it wavery, as if covered in a coat of water. Amuné knew the last part was because of the dampening effect of the ocean near her, but cursed if it didn't make her a bit nauseous. The same man was there, and a blue-haired girl. The menacing stranger was pointing a gun at the girl, and he grinned that terrible grin as he pulled the trigger. The blue-haired girl crumpled as Tsitua -- Tsitua? -- caught her. At least Amuné thought it was Tsitua, but the man was younger, and lacked the mechanical limbs of the one she'd met.

The vision ended with a jolt and she reeled back a couple steps backward, colliding with Orion. She turned to look at him and started to apologize. "Ah, sor--" Amuné cut off as a second insight came, this one less forceful but prompted by the physical contact and the way her mind's eye had just been violently opened. "Hey. Orion. Look at me," she said sharply, snapping her fingers in front of his face. She didn't know who the stranger was, but she could tell he was powerful, and if someone like Tsitua had the kind of animosity she felt roiling off of him, she didn't think it would be wise to just go charging in. "Get yourself under control. You help no one fighting frenzied."

He didn't break eye contact as she leaned in, trying his hardest to not look down (and succeeding.) He kept his smirk up as she leaned in and touched his face.

But then she called him by name.

His smirk disappeared instantly, and his accent came back full fledged "How in the fuck do you know that name?" He asked as he pulled away from her hand. He leaned back, hand shooting to the handle of the pistol, but not drawing it yet. His eyes were cold, steely, like a wolf cornered by some hunting dogs. [I]" And why do you ask such a question? I can handle whatever is thrown my direction.[/i]

Orion caught the girl without looking away from the suited man, or even budging for that matter. When she snapped in his face, she turned his attention, and his hunger to her. She wasn't Amuné in his eyes anymore. She was an appetizer. He moved slowly but clearly the girl wasn't expecting what would happen. So much for being a seeress. He clamped his jaws down, only managing to catch her index and middle fingers at the knuckle. His mouth was like a vice as he held her fingers in it. Then all in one motion, he bit down and ripped his head to the side, tearing off her first two fingers in a spray of blood. He stood there, chewing with a sickening crunch on the severed fingers without a word.

((gonna wait for someone else to post before posting again. Also, meet Amune points to the right))

She had followed fairly closely to Tsitua as they walked out of the saloon finally. It was a slow enough she set Bruce down keeping his leash tight keeping him close to her but walking freely on his own. Jack curiously looked around the area surrounding, it wasn’t going to be long they were there any more, but it wouldn’t hurt to at least take in what it had to visually offer, as long as she kept Tsitua’s silhouette in her field of vision.

Stopping just a couple steps behind him, Bruce getting a little extra room to roam, he sniffed the air as the smell of caramel smacked Jack in the nose. She looked over seeing the new figure, a curious but impeccable dresser. Her eyes went wide looking him over, back home this would have been something out of vampire novel. Hearing the request of a sword made her temperature drop quickly, unsure of what was going to happen next.

The appearance of the sword made her step back slightly, catching Orion out of the corner of her eye. Focusing on him, she started to realize, that was his hungry face… That wasn’t going to be pretty. Then it just seemed like a weird mixture of quick and slow motion. Her eyes went wider, could have popped out of her head if they weren’t attached, and her mouth dropped with the spray of blood. She froze for a moment in a bit of shock, before running over to the girl, her hand hovered. She didn’t know if the cold would help, or just hurt her more. A cold cloud of air hung around her hand.

Kreos nodded as Jareth spoke, waiting for him to finish before saying, "It's not really what the animals did to us, it's what the gods did to the animals to tell us of something, but that's why I prefer oracles to seers for my fortune. And yes, gods do exist, from each pantheon as well. Greek, Egyptian, Norse, and I believe even Hindu and Mayan gods exist, though I have only met Greek and Norse demigods." He scratches his head before saying, "And a lovely daughter of Hathor, but that relationship went down the drain. I can't exactly explain how they all co-exist, having like, three gods of thunderstorms, two gods of literal creation, and like, several gods of the underworld, but who knows. Whatever floats the gods' boats." When he was finished speaking he heard someone shout behind him, the soldier's voice quickly turning to Irish, his calm air quickly turning paniced.

Kreos sprang into action as if he spring-loaded, just waiting for something like this to happen. In one swift movement, he unsheathed his scythe and held it at Ruarc's shoulder, ready to cut the entire arm off if the mortal man so chose to draw his gun. "Listen irishman, I'll be blunt. I could kill you four... Er ah, One, two, three, four, five, six... Six different ways from this one spot on your shoulder with one to two movements of my weapon, so you'd better start explaining yourself. I'll give you, let's say... Ten seconds to comply." Kreos began tapping his finger on his thigh as he began to count to ten.

Amuné gave a strangled cry of pain and surprise. She'd only Seen the man attacking feverishly, not that he was hungry. And what the heck?! Why was he biting her -- and eating her fingers?! She clenched her teeth and moved unsteadily away, having enough sense to use her shirt to put pressure on the wound, though she hissed in pain as she did. The air around her chilled as Jack approached, and it took a few moments for her to realize that the cause was the other woman.

"Yes. Do it," she forced out, voice harsh. Cold would numb the pain, and help slow blood loss. "You ready? Now!" She moved the handful of shirt away from the injury so Jack would have easy access. At least it wasn't the hand she used for most task, she reflected through the haze of pain. She was by no means ambidextrous, but there were some things she did with each hand, and snapping fell to her left one.

Jareth turned as Kreos moved over to the table where Shiva was talking with some stranger. His eyes widened at the demigod's casual threats, and he moved to put a table between himself and what seemed to be the beginning of another fight. His nerves were going to be shot by the evening, he could tell.