Post-Apocalyptic RP

[Color Me Fubar]

She laughed, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Please, you think a succubus is scared of the dark? It's when I travel most, much easier to find prey when they're sleeping and vulnerable." The succubus glanced up the stairs, deciding to inspect that when her 'host' was asleep. "How about that pyscho brother of yours? Or whatever he is. Not that you aren't psychotic either, you know." She paused, having lost her train of thought. "Oh, yes. The psycho brother. Where is he? I don't feel like destroying a masterpiece like this just because he can't control his temper," she told him, gliding into another room.  

[Wayne Daemon]

"I did not mean that. I just though you might want to have a bed or something." He said not really caring what she did. "No the house will throw him out when hes healed and ready to go. And I know I am crazy." He said looking at her and finished his food. He was happy some one appreciated the house as he did maybe he wont kill or try to kill her.  

[Color Me Fubar]

"Ah, bed. Nighttime is when mortals slumber and their beds are merely our dinner dishes." Esaad chuckled. "A friend of mine says that all the time. It's a bit gruesome when you think about it, but true. Although, it isn't just mortals that need to worry..." The succubus trailed off thoughtfully and began to prowl up the stairs. The house would throw the other psycho one out? Interesting thought, that it could physically eject occupants instead of just frying them like most wards she knew did.  

[Wayne Daemon]

Tristan watched her till she went up the stairs. Then he went to a wall and pushed and it gave way to another room with a bathtub with warm water ready for him. "How much energy do I owe you house?" he said knowing it will take it as he relaxed and slept. He wished it was a normal house sometimes. But everything has a price and to keep everything going to keep the spells up throught the house will cost a lot.  

[Color Me Fubar]

Esaad felt energy surging, but decided it was best to leave it be for now. With the way things were going, she'd push her luck and end up a mere ghost haunting this bizarre place. Instead, she meandered back down the stairs, carefully avoiding the place where Tristan's brother was, and settled herself down on an overstuffed couch. She took a deep breath and smiled to herself. "I'd never imagine today would be so interesting, let alone all these things happening," she thought in satisfaction.  

[Wayne Daemon]

Tristan finished his bath draining it and drying off putting his towel around his waist. He had scars around his body from the last week and it was taking longer to heal because of his human blood. He let his hair fall around his face as he brushed it and left the bathroom. When he left the wall moved back blocking and hiding the room. He then walked to his room and sat down relaxing.  

[Color Me Fubar]

The succubus stretched lazily, draping herself across the couch seemingly without a care in the world. She closed her eyes but kept her other senses aware, although felt no hostile energy nearby. Surprisingly, considering where she was. There didn't seem to be much to do, since her 'host' was gone for the moment, and she decided to relax her own energy a bit and stop affecting any male in a ten-mile radius. If it led to a fight, well, that'd at least be fun. "I've become a thrill-seeker. What would Lilith say?" she thought dryly, rolling her eyes at the idea.  

[Wayne Daemon]

Tristan brushed his hair one more time before getting dressed into a bottom up shirt and loose pants. When he finished he stretched and went into the living room where Essad was and sat in the chair across from her but it was pointed to the fire place that was blocked up now with brick. On the wall to the right of the fire place are several books of witch only one was missing. He did not say anything because it seems that they both were relaxing.  

[Color Me Fubar]

"So, you came back out. I thought you'd gone into hiding," she remarked, not bothering to open her eyes as she sensed him come into the room. "I've never seen or been in anything like this house, it's ridiculously cool. I'm guessing it needs energy from somewhere to keep going, right? As long as you don't feed me to it." Esaad laughed and shook her head at the mental image that presented itself.  

[Wayne Daemon]

"no, your safe. It will feed off me because I'm connected to it unless I stay dead or I give it to some one it approves of, though you could if I wanted to give it to you" he said rembering the last person who tried getting in by breaking the door and as soon as he thought that the house started draning him slowly. But not much. "Hm.. It must have feed off me and my brother when we fought. So you have family or friends?" he asked, wondering if needs to worry about being attacked if he slept.  

[Color Me Fubar]

Esaad snorted. "Of course. I have...let me think...I have five hundred and twenty-eight sisters and four hundred and sixty-seven brothers. All incubi and succubi are related," she added, as if that explained everything. She rolled over onto her side and peered at him through half-lidded eyes. "It certainly makes life interesting. What about you? It already sounds like your mom's some kind of power-mad slut who's trying to give Lilith a run for her money." She chuckled at the idea of a demon trying to get the better of the mother of all succubi.  

[Wayne Daemon]

"My mother wishes for power like most people. She will find it where ever she can but she thinks that she has none but to make strong kids. I only got her, dumbass thats here and an way older brother but I don't know where he is or who he is really." he said looking at her for a second then back at the fireplace. He started thinking about his dad wondering if he had human relitives. He pushed that away because it did not matter. Humans hated him when they fond out he was not full human or mostly human so he could have killed them already and if not probably will if he ever meet them.  

[Color Me Fubar]

"Sounds boring," she remarked. It wasn't that she and her many, many siblings were that close - far from it - but at least they entertained each other when they weren't trying to kill one another. "Ah well, immortality's a b***h, what can I say. I think that's why we're so bitter and bored all the time," Esaad added with an air of satisfaction, as if it was a good thing. Which to her, it was. Conflict was so much more interesting than peace and having immortals constantly arguing over petty things for centuries made her life that just more livelier.  

[Wayne Daemon]

Tristan thought about what she said. "That would be boring. Wonder what I would do if I was your age." he said thinking about his house and family. " Well if my mom lives that long I will destroy all her kids after me because she need to stop trying. No kid followed her and none will ever but on the chance one dose I will kill it." he said smiling a bit, wishing he had killed more today.  

[Color Me Fubar]

Esaad rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "You creatures are always so violent," she said with a sigh. "Someone bothering you? Kill it. Someone boring you? Kill it. Someone in your way? Kill it. Do you see a pattern there?" She slung a leg over the arm of the couch and propped her chin in her palm. "Doesn't it get repetitive?" Honestly, most demons just thought about violence and never the more subtle methods of torture. There were things so much worse than death, after all - she should know. She smiled a bit at the thought.