Dramalicious (Nefres!)

[Blue]

He was beginning to understand the differences between the cities. They just seemed to be full of buildings and people, and the overall hustle and bustle of life was so overwhelming that he could hardly take it all in, even after watching for twelve hours straight (though eventually the townsfolk had gotten rather uncomfortable in that particular situation, and he'd been asked to move). Still, he was quite proud to say he was beginning to notice the 'feel' of a city, and this one in particular was quite intriguing.
The overall energy was incredible, and very strange. Like two different sides of a coin, always connected yet perfectly opposite.

Without knowing anything about the city itself, he had unwittingly planted himself right on the invisible dividing line between the two halves of this eclectic city. Incredibly tall and dressed all in sleek black, he was practically a living pole in the road, causing others to skirt about him with curious or perturbed looks. For his part, he looked peacefully blank, though his sharp blue eye was watching all the wonderfully diverse humanoids going about their daily lives. The sun was beginning to sag, yet the flow of people had hardly abated at all, so unlike many other topside towns he had visited thus far.

Strange though he was, he had no idea that anybody might have the innate ability to see his demonic aura. Not that he wouldn't come out and say what he was if asked, but he'd taken great pains to make himself seem as 'human' as possible so as not to frighten the native denizens of this bright, vibrant plane.
Tonight that seemed likely to change, though even he had no inkling of it yet.

[Nefres]

(OOC: No man the title is so kawaii. It's like an episode of That's so Raven it's perfect.)

Claerth kept a hand on his bag at all times when walking through this city. There were so many people traveling through, even at this time, and the precious item in his satchel was far too important to be lost to some lucky pickpocket. Currently, all three of his demons were inside. His demons. They were possessions, nothing more. It had been that way for several days, punishment for an earlier failed mission. Kaa had let the target get away once again, for the sole reason that the criminal Claerth had been hired to catch was a child. He had an idiotic love for the filthy urchins that seemed to stuff the unpleasant streets of large towns.

He hated towns, especially ones like Selevea. On busier streets, moving around became a chore, and the smells often made him gag. The sheer number of people was the worst though. Merchants and traders yelling around every corner, showing off their overpriced wares. Their was only one reason Claerth subjected himself to this. Demons.

When it came to finding the vile creatures, everything else was of no importance. The more people, the more demons flocked to wreak havoc and pain, and the easier it was for Claerth to find them. Right now, there appeared to be nothing - his blindfold didn't deter him in making sure of that - but they were always hiding somewhere. He wouldn't let any he found escape this time.

Turning the corner, he stopped, his breath catching in his throat. Speak of the devil, literally.

It was tall, more than a foot higher than himself. That in itself wasn't much of an achievement, but the being also towered around most of the people walking by. Though it stood out some, standing in a high-traffic area where almost everyone else was making their way quickly past, possibly shooting a curious look back at him, it looked human. He'd only ever seen Jakal pull off such a convincing act before. There was no fooling his eyes, however. An unmistakable aura surrounded the demon, a bright, unnatural blue, seen only with the aid of magic or, more commonly, a quick flash of lightning.

Claerth had to stop himself from going at its throat with his knife. That would just be a quick way to get himself arrested. He had to lead it away somehow. He strode forward, carefully now. Some might try to be friendly in this situation. An impossible feat for Claerth. Every time he tried to do exactly that and smile, it came out as more of a pained grimace. A more reliable method was to get it to attack him. Threatening to blow its cover? That was always worth a try.
"What business do you have here, Demon?" There was no disguising the icy venom in his voice as the words left his lips.

[Blue]

The voice came from somewhere to his right, and for a moment he didn't actually realize he was being addressed specifically. Not even at the mention of 'demon'. Blinking that one blue on blue eye slowly, it gradually dawned on him that someone was standing near him. Turning his head, he tilted his chin down, and met that icy glare with a blank stare of his own. He blinked once more, and then tilted his head to one side, his usual sign of mild confusion.
In his mind, he rewound all the ambient noise that had been entering his ears for the last few minutes. Somewhere in there was the sentence this man had spoken to him, and it would be terribly rude of him to ignore such a thing.

What business do you have here, Demon?

Aha that was it. His head returned to its normal position...and then tilted to the other side as he realized this man could tell he was a demon. So far, no one had been able to simply tell...not even other demons. He'd not realized he'd hidden himself so thoroughly, but he'd always assumed at least some dwellers of this plane would sense his true self. Regardless, he had always been very upfront about his heritage, if not the specifics.
While he tried to discern the best way to respond, his head once again assumed its natural placement. And then he bowed briskly at the waist, as it was an appropriate greeting, or so he hoped.
"Hello, good..." Hmm, what was the appropriate term here...? Ah yes. "...Evening. I am observing, on this city. And how do you do?"
His voice was soft and calm, but it was the cadence of his words, the sentence structure, that gave away the fact common was certainly not his first language.

He took a moment to really look at the man before him. Something was quite off, the man had a stench. It was the smell of demons, but not in a pleasant way as he was accustomed. It was an acrid smell, pungent and intense, and it clung to this man in a way he'd not witnessed in quite some time.
This human had been possessed, and still retained more taint than even Pyr would have thought possible for a fragile mortal.

[Nefres]

The demon wasn't even fazed by his question. There was no way he couldn't have realized the implications of it. And yet he looked completely calm, bored even. The latter observation was soon  retracted when the demon began to study him more closely. His face barely changed, but it was if he'd noticed something.

Instinctively, he returned the bow. He didn't remember why or where, but bowing seemed a reasonable greeting. The only reasonable one, in fact. But he didn't know why.. the Thanati custom had stayed with him, but its origins had not.

His left hand tightened on the leather of his satchel, the sweat on his palms making the material nearly slip out of his grasp. He hated staring at the thing. Despite features that would be called pleasing, even handsome by some, the demon was ugly in his eyes. A horrific thing that would soon be his. At least he wouldn't have to look at it then. The blindfold made it impossible for an outside observer to see that Claerth was currently studying the patch of blue hidden by the black hair on the demon's forehead. It would probably look odd that an apparently blind man could stare so intently.

"I'm..." Claerth stopped and swallowed the bile that threatened to shoot up his throat. He actually had to talk to it. Had to have a conversation. Commanding the things was one thing, but being anything close to friendly was purely sickening. He tried again, his eyes shifting to the street beside him. His head was still in the demon's direction.
"I am fine, thank you. Do you learn about the humans like this?" Like the demon, he seemed uncomfortable with common speech, and his accent was noticeably thick. An odd thing, considering he'd spent many more years speaking it then his native tongue. Odd until one considered how little Claerth carried on talking to, well, anybody. Speech just didn't come naturally.

He wanted to get on with it, lead the demon away quickly. He wondered if it could hear his accelerated heartbeat. Jakal claimed to be able to, it wasn't a stretch to assume this one could as well. Actually, that might have been the reason for the staring.

[Blue]

Hmm, there was something under the slightly rancid smell...something familiar. At first he thought it had been the taint of demon upon the human, but as that had such a bad odor, he realized it had to be something far more close to the real thing. His blue pupils twitched - yes, twitched, like a flexing to refocus - and suddenly he could truly see it. There were no demons physically present, at least not in the conventional way of 'being' somewhere. But their aura, their scent, was coming from the satchel the man was clutching. He did not know it to be a book, but he could sense the demonic presences held within it, and it's very nature and purpose puzzled him greatly.
How curious...he would need to ask the man about it, for what better way to learn than to ask questions?

However, it would be quite rude not to respond first to the man's own inquiry. He nodded his affirmation to the statement, before offering up more information on his own reasons for being topside like this.
"The humans, yes, and all the others, other types of creatures. The ones who live in this realm, on this plane...they are fascinating, to watch, to learn. You all, you are very much...the fragile, soft, rapid, pulsing, living, feeling, fluttering...so many things to say, to describe, so many more watch, learn, see."
He finally stopped speaking, realizing his enthusiasm, his wonder at this place, was getting ahead of him.
He bowed slightly at the waist again, this time in apology rather than greeting.
"I have apologies. I did not mean to overmuch speak."