Closed RP between Last Pyre and Demolitionguy (IC)

Somewhere in New York. 3 pm

It was a rainy day in New York. The clouds where thick and dark and the sounds of car horns and rain hitting the ally way floor fixed to make a cacoffiny of noise that filled the cold air which bit at Peter as he took cover under a tent made of old sheets, cardboard and some duck-tape. With nothing to sleep on but a puke stained mattress he curled up as best he could. Some rainwater dripped through holes in the slightly tattered cloth Peter had used and the wind threatened to take down the shoddy tent, while exposure to the cold and water in this form could not hurt him he still felt what every other human would if they were out in the streets on a cold rainy day. However it was Last Pyre who was truly bothered by the rain, Peter could not transform into Last Pyre if it was raining this badly for a number of reasons. Firstly, Last Pyre would be rained upon before he could protect himself or even heat up meaning that there was a chance that he would just turn back into Peter right away. Second, it was difficult to light a match in this kind of weather and keep it alight long enough for him to transform. And the drop in outside temperature made it much harder for him to turn into Last Pyre. So there was nothing Last Pyre could do but wait for something interesting to happen to someone passing by, maybe a mugging, even a murder if he got lucky.

"C-c-couldn't you just make a p-puh-portal to a hotter country Last Pyre, and then comeback when this stops" Said Peter with chattering teeth as he tried to speak through the cold."The portal I used to take us here was a favour from another demon Peter. I can't just make a portal to somewhere without knowing the words of the spell. You didn't honestly think that I wanted to sit through this crap, did you?"There was silence between the two lasted about a minute before Last Pyre spoke again "Can't you just ask for another favour" Last Pyre sighed, he hated having to answer this mortals constant questions "No Peter I cannot. Demon rarely give out favours, they normally wan't something in return and last time I checked we lived on the streets with nothing to offer. Unless you've been holding out on me Peter" Peter could never get over the fact that Last Pyre's voice always seemed full of hatred and yet seemed to mock and have happy undertones about it. It was sometimes impossible to tell if Last Pyre was being sarcastic or serious. Silence fell upon the two once more. Peter curled up some more and tried his best to sleep. "I'm glad your burning this place Last Pyre, its a right shithole". Last Pyre remained silent he entered his mind to try and distract himself from the rain.

@lastpyre: (Finally!)

Wading through the uncountable alleys of such multitudinous city, Dell Conagher tracked a possible confederate on his mad quest for purification. An obnoxious minded just like him, a demon which main goal was burn anything on its path. He wore casual clothing, nothing to call attention.

The climate was awful and all the water dripping from above bothered Technopath Master. Always onward, never retreating, the man surveyed areas, skimming through crouds of people. The masses of honest workers and potential well succeded individual, which Dell despised. If not by his self control, those many men and women would be burnt to ashes on a matter of seconds. Death would control the city, chaos would scatter, fear would be felt and by that way, respect would be acquired. A forced, yet necessary respect. Shaking his head abruptly, the bald man focused once more, awaiting for a signal. His sattelites couldn't note Pyre, what chance did he had? A single person, hidding on a city of millions. The Big Apple probably engorged such brutish demon, mutating him. Suddenly, Conagher was harshly adjourned from the confines of his troubly soul. A remote satellite had a signal, the appearance matched. Only three blocks away.

Engineer onslaughted at the crowd, bumping onto any stupid person that stood on his route, four times he fell, four times he arose, his fresh hopes, augmenting each step. He reached the desired location promptly, a quirky grin over his countenance. A burglar, presumably the demon. Stepping towards the man, Dell extended his hand for a steady handshake.

"Hello, sir. You must be...." he paused, lowering his voice "Last Pyre."

@demolitionguy: Peter looked at the man putting on a face of confusion, he had no idea how he found out about Last Pyre and was concerned of what he might have in mind. Peter began to speak but Last Pyre spoke before he could "What does the mortal want Peter""I don't know what he wants, but he does knows your name" "I gathered that, you imbecile. Well where are your manners? Shake the mortals hand!" Peter quickly stuck out his right hand, which was nothing but a black skeletal version of what it once was, and shook the businessman's hand. Remaining silent so that Last Pyre could speak, "I am the demon you seek, what is you want then? Power? Love? Wealth? I know others that can get you all of these things."He paused for a couple of seconds "But first, I must know your name"Last Pyre's voice changed and sounded welcoming and nice, as if he only wanted you to have a nice time but anyone could still hear the hint of anger and hatred that always accompanied his voice no matter how much he changed it. He awaited the man's reply.

@lastpyre: The man had a devastated postage, perhaps something had went wrong. It's hand, dark and astounding, bones formed it, yet, it was perfectly conservated and could clearly maintain a firm handshake. Even impressed, he had goals, which he schemed to achieve. That man and his inner demon, they would be useful at his upcoming plans. Extricating from the steady grip, Dell nodded towards the beggar looking man, beaming, flaunting pearl white teeth.

"Ah, where are my manners? Name is Dell Conagher. Probably you heard of me, two small incidents, hundreds killed." Engineer paused for a couple of seconds, electing the information he was about to unveil. "I search nothing but your help, Pyre. Aid me and I'll aid you, as simple as that." he spoke with an abstruse tone, the posterior smile fading as he assumed a more serious stance.

With his left hand, Dell seeked for a device on his pocket, something he made especially for Pyre. A device that could make the effects of water and any of its derivates helpful for the fire creature. He held it tight and hidden, awaiting for an answer.

@demolitionguy: Dell Conagher was the name of the man, Last Pyre was very pleased not because he had a new ally but because he knew that the only reason someone would go to him for help is if they were power hungry and shared his love for death. Such a man would go to Hell, this gave Last Pyre the satisfaction that one of Gods precious creations would be sent to suffer for eternity. The man simply wanted to aid Last Pyre in exchange for Last Pyre to aid him, a foolish wish when making a deal with a demon. It was unspecific and had loop holes which he could be very easily exploited by demons. The temptation to trick the man was strong, however Last Pyre did not specialise in trickery like most other demons and while he did see reason to take advantage he felt that he could gamble a little. By now a there had been a minute of silence accompanied by the rain, Last Pyre finally spoke "You should watch your wording when making deals with demons Mr.Dell"He said in an annoyed and impatient tone of voice "If I were one of the trickster demons I would've easily found a way to kill you from the proposal you made"Last Pyre paused and looked at the man, he saw potential for the deaths of many and he wasn't going to throw this away. "But I need to know exactly what I'm doing, otherwise I don't know if you are going to get me to do something like saving lives."Although he gagged at the vile thought of actually helping people, he managed to sound less annoyed and awaited Dell's response.

@lastpyre: (Had to rush, sorry.)

"I am asking you to save millions, Pyre. The other billions are ours to kill." Dell spoke swiftly, a devilish countenance, a sadistic smile. Griping the device, he handed it to Pyre, in order to settle a gentlemen's agreement.

"Here, Mr. Pyre. It will protect you from water and derivates, there are many other devices I can offer if you aid me. I can easily see a great partnership for the upcoming future."

He reclined over the wall, facing the man seriously.

@dell_conagher: (That's fine by me)

"I am asking you to save millions, Pyre. The other billions are ours to kill". Said the business man quickly as he passed Last Pyre some sort of device, Peter grabbed it and examined it as Dell went continued to say "Here, Mr. Pyre. It will protect you from water and derivatives, there are many other devices I can offer if you aid me, I can easily see a great partnership for the upcoming future". Now he that he was fully aware of what the man's intentions were he would find it easier to agree to help, he was sceptical of this device. Could it still work at extremely high temperatures? Was it even real? "This device sounds very useful of paper Mr. Dell, but I don't know that it works at high temperatures or if it even works at all"He gave the device back to the businessman and said "Show me how it works, turn it on. If it works I'll help you, if it doesn't..."Last Pyre didn't think that he would need to tell the man what would happen if he wasn't telling the truth. The rain continued to pour down, he wondered it it would ever stop, this wretched city was disgusting and the rain exaggerated this more to him. The only time he enjoyed the city was when it was on fire.

@lastpyre:

"Oh, but it works. Of course it will melt, yet, it will protect you until you reach the sufficient temperature to vaporizate anything people throw at you."

Dell placed the device on his belt, pressing a blue button. His never swapping countenance.

Suddenly, a flame mist surrounded Dell, melting any dripping water the nature threw at both. The device worked flawlessly.

Turning it down, Conagher was standing upright, on the same position, not a single burn or wound caused by fire.

A wide grin took place.

"See, Pyre? Perfection. Any other gear you have in mind, just speak with me and it will be provided. Now, let's talk business, shall we?"

@dell_conagher:

As Last Pyre watched the man demonstrate the device he couldn't help but notice how similar it was to what he could do with his flames. However, the fact that this didn't use magic and could be turned on to offer more protection without extra effort was a plus. "OK then Dell you have my attention, I will help you with whatever it is you need in exchange for the device".Last Pyre could see the look on his face, he had a lot of pride in his work even though the same could be achieved with magic. But it was interesting to see what humans could achieve without magic. "Before we discuss business, I need you to drive me to Detroit, there are some... things that need taking care of". He didn't think Dell would be concerned about demon business, and so did not feel the need to tell him. He needed to get to Detroit for it held a multitude of Churches devoted to Satan, from there he could continue his plan to get back to full power.

@lastpyre:

"Detroit, huh? I went there once. Abyways, Mr.Pyre, we should get moving. I might need your aid sooner then you think." Dell spoke, crossing his arms impatiently as the teleporting device charged, the location was settled.

"Ok, Pyre. A blue mist will surround us, don't worry it is a teleporting device. In a matter of seconds we'll be at Detroit."

@dell_conagher: (I told you I wouldn't let it die)

Last pyre grumbled at the prospect of teleporting. The process stirred up his inner existence like someone put a mixer inside him, it was never painful, just very discomforting. Before he knew it they were all in Detroit, the city looked a lot worse than New York and there were not nearly as many people walking around, this city made him wonder why the humans bothered to protect their world. "Such filth, the city would be nicer if it were nothing but ash".Said Last Pyre with a hint of disgust. Coincidently, Peter vomited a little from the effects of teleporting and stumbled around a bit before regaining his balance. He spat out the last of the bile and stood up straight trying to keep the small amount of dignity that he had left. "Where to then?" Asked Peter turning his head in a deliberate way in order to let Last Pyre get a good look at the surroundings, as he did Last Pyre tried to search for demonic energies in the air. Soon, Last Pyre found a direction "Stop, its this way"Peter promptly stopped moving his head, he was looking directly to his left, he turned and began to walk in that direction assuming Dell would follow his lead. "We must make haste Dell, this is more important than you think". The walk only took about 10 minutes and soon they were stood outside a church. Though it was no ordinary church, it had markings and symbols drawn in black, red and even green paint. This was not common graffiti, but markings representing different demons. He put it down as being a Satanist church, which surprised him as they were normally in a secluded location and were not that big. "Peter, enter. Dell you can either stay out here or come inside. Its your choice."Peter tried to open the large, heavy wooden door but it didn't budge, he pulled harder and harder and eventually it swung open almost unexpectedly nearly throwing Peter off his feet. He gave an an embarrassed chuckle and entered with his head hanging low "Idiot"sneered Last Pyre as Peter stepped into the dreary, dark church.