Daemon and Moka a typical bar scene in the middle of a thunderstorm

Daemon walked into the new bar wearing a simple cloak over his clothes to protect them from the down pour crashing against the ground outside ad was nearly blasted out the door when the volume of the music was regestured to his brain. " Damn" He thought while his face kept a unfazed reaction. Daemon headed over to the bar and ordered a bottle of sake and a glass then turned around in his seat and stared at the dance floor .

Mocha stood in front of a mirror, a frown was on her face as she looked along with trying to scrub some sort of drink off of her black mini skirt. Exhaling sharply she gave up, throwing the towel down on a counter. The woman grabbed her purse, then leaning in close to the mirror. Now her entire focus was on her face, which looked fairly sharp compared to the blurring edges of the body that appeared out of the woman's focus. Scanning her face, Mocha's make up seemed to be flawless. Today, she decided that her make-up today wasn't going to be natural. The woman didn't want her face to seem plain against her white strapless top with clear gem stones across the top in two rows. Mocha also decided not to go too crazy with it, she didn't want to look like someone that was not herself. The elder teen sighed as she took her purse then went out. Too bad I couldn't save my mini skirt, but maybe it's not too late...maybe...just maybe it won't stain. She thought as she walked into the dance floor of the club. I really liked this skirt too. Mocha continued to move, this time going towards a bar counter with stools. Once she stood right in front of it, she decided to lean over the counter while still standing up. The bartender, who had just finished helping another customer came to Mocha. The man opened his mouth, "Juice please. I don't care what kind." The woman stated before the bartender could ask the question. He looked her up and down, before looking at her face. Mocha could see in his eyes that he expected her to order something that wasn't juice before he simply shrugged and went to go get her drink.

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Daemon's sake had just arrived when a rather atractive young lady sat next to him and ordered a juice. Daemon took the bottle of sake into his right hand and carefully poured himself a glass and stared at the clear alchol infront of him while the bartender returned with the girls orange juice and placed it inront of her. After Daemon swiftly drank his first glass of sake he carefully reemoved his cloak letting his jet black hair fall to the base of his neck resting just above the collar of his black shirt with a crimson cresent moon with the phrase Bloody wolf writen under it and a pair of black jeans with a silver skull necklace hanging from his throat. Daemon turned back to the dance floor with his silver eyes with a slight tinge of boredom as a flash of lightning could be seen out the window.

Mocha scanned the area as she waited for her juice. By the time the woman looked at the dance floor which she had just passed through, she could hear something being set down on the table. Moch quickly turned her head. Looking down on the counter she could see a glass of orange juice. A small amount of surprise showed on the elder teen's face. Mocha looked at the orange juice for awhile, before taking the glass. The woman held it in her hands. "Here's to...hopefully the stain coming out of my mini skirt." She paused, thinking about what she just said. Bit silly...but this is kind of silly anyway, I'm making a toast with orange juice! Mocha looked around the again, her eyes finally resting on a man with jet black hair. "And you, here's to you too. May everything become better than it is in your life." She said before drinking a good portion of the orange juice down.

Daemon looke back at the teen as she gave a toast to him then raised his glass and gently tapped it against hers before down his second shot of sake. May your life be filled with radience and happiness and the like." He said with a monotone voice and a somewhat blank stare as a loud burst of thunder culd be heard in the distance. Daemon turned to the elder teen and offer her his right hand. "I am Daemon what is your name ?"

Mocha had smiled a bit when the man started to give a toast too. Her eyes, getting filled with interest once hearing his name. "Nice to meet you Daemon. My name is Mocha Te." She looked at her glass, then held it nonchalantly Mocha could see that her lipstick stained the edges of the glass. The woman put the glass down. She casually tilted her head before putting her arm on the table then cupping her left hand and resting her chin on the bottom palm. The elder teen raised up the right arm, using just her index finger to circle around the rim of the glass even though the lipstick was only on one side. The woman's eyes shifted back to Daemon. "Soo...Daemon are you here all alone? Or is someone you know on the dance floor?" She asked, a bit of curiosity showed within her eyes.

Daemon looked to the elder teen Mocha and noticed the curiosity in her eyes and smirked slightly with a quick gleam of interest showing in his eyes. "I'm here by myself Miss Mocha, and what about you are you alone or is someone waiting for you ?" He said as he placed his glass on top of the bottle of sake and turned torwards her As the lights flickered from the lightning hitting closer to the city. Daemon leaned back slightly in his stool with his hari blocking his left eye as the power to the club suddenly went out after a bolt hit the local transformer with half of the people inside shouting curses in the darkness only to have the lights come bac on thanks to the generator the owner stored in the back . Daemon let out a slight chuckle. "that was entertaining. "

"I'm by myself." Mocha said, then drunk some more juice. Lights suddenly beginning to flicker as she pulls the glass away from her lips. Then, deeply inhaling through her nose once the power went out. Quickly, the woman's eyes started to look around herself as she heard a rumble of noises coming from other people in the club. Once the lights came on, she was looking at the dance floor. It was a good thing Mocha did to, if she hadn't she wouldn't be seeing a black leather black decorated with silver studs and spikes flying towards her. The bag most likely was thrown by someone who was upset by the blackout or just upset in general. The black flying object seemed to be heading towards the woman's cheek and if it hits her it'll definitely leave some sort of mark. Mocha tensed up her arms now down and her fingers hooked onto the bottom of the chair, she was preparing herself to dodge the incomoing flying object.

Daemon turned to see the object flying torwards Mocha as soon as the lights came back on. "some people are just idoits in time of destress." He said before he got off his stool and stood infront of Mocha and quickly lossened the binds around his left arm to reviel an Onxy automail claw and used it to catch the object without causing injury to the both of them and glared at the dance floor. "Okay people who threw this ?" Daemon shouted as a youg women in a somwhat revieling outfit standing next to a muscular man who seem to only have his strength going for him raised her hand. Daemon pulled his arm back slightly and threw the bag back at the couple using a small amount of his interal cosmic energy and hits the guy in the face. "Bastard." Daemon turns back to Mocha. "You okay Mocha ?"

Relaxing her body, Mocha at first only nodded yes. The woman was surprised, she was not expecting the bag to be caught even more so over the fact of the bag being thrown back hitting the original person who threw it back at their own face. "I'm fine, thank you." She said. "I wonder.." She began. "If the man also came with friends." A small frown appeared on Mocha's face. That'll be bad. She thought as she looked down at her feet which were within black heels. A thought appeared within the woman's head suddenly. Immediately, Mocha lifted her head and looked at Daemon. Her eyes carefully studying the claw which had definitely caught her interest. I shouldn't ask.

Daemon held his metal arm atemping to cover it. "You want to know how I got this don't you Mocha? " He asked as he looked to her with a somewhat sad tinge in his eyes he wanted to tell someone abut this but didn't think it would make for a good story for tonight. The guy who Daemon threw the bag at stood up and glared at Daemon's backside and walked over to him just as Daemon turned around and punched him in the face. "YOU SON OF A BITCH WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Daemon grabbed the guys arm and moved it away from his face he turned slightly to the side and spat out a small bit of blood.

I was right...to not ask. Mocha thought. The woman kept her eyes on Daemon as she watched him getting punched by the man that had threw the bag in the face. Immediately her face had gotten intense, showing signs of pain and rage. Mocha's hands balled up into fists as she jumped off the stool before running between Daemon and the man. "Let's not get too hasty now!" She said. Mocha was now trying to ignore the rage and blood lust mood coming from the man.
"Tsk." The woman could hear with a drawn in breath. She then walked over with her arms crossed. The girl's face had tinges of anxiety in it.
"I think it's funny. You throwing yourself between them. This isn't some kind of novel."The young woman scolded her. "He's pissed now." The young woman pointed to the man she came with. "A girl like you won't stop him." Mocha disagreed with the young woman so much so that her thoughts turned to a beach. A simple white sand beach on a clear day. The glittering waters in the horizon were calm. Foam from the sea crept at the shore line before drifting away, only to come back again. The day was warm, but not hot. It was the kind of day that is perfect for sunbathing. The woman opened her mouth to sing the chorus of Lullaby, activating her spell. The sound that came from her mouth was a song with a low tempo, minor key and in mezzo piano. It was a ballad with a soothing sound yet there was tinges of melancholy in it. The ballad had a warm relaxing atmosphere to it like hot chocolate on a winter's day or warm milk. Dark blue colored sheet music in the shape of a "Z" appeared from Mocha. Each of the "Z"s were made up of 6 sheets. At first the sheet music had launched itself towards the man, but only for a mere second before it turned on to the woman. Unfortunately, her target, the man calming down and falling asleep she was hit instead. I hate it when this happens. She thought. I'm unlucky today. She frowned as she collapsed onto the club floor, with Mocha's last thoughts before going to sleep being the fact that the floor wasn't entirely clean. The woman didn't even want to know what she was laying on. This dice is not existing.

(ooc: Never used dice in a rp before. So I'm just going to say this. The block was failed therefore the spell failed.Lullaby isn't a defensive spell, view magic app.)

The member 'Moka' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Block Dice' :

Daemon quickly caught Mocha before she fell to the floor and carefully place her in a nearby booth in a booth before turning back to the guy and the women and taking out his seal. "You two are under arrest for the assualt of an Rune knight and the atempted assualt with a weapon to a civilan surender peacefully or I'll be forced to violence to subdue you." He said as the neanderfall of a man ignored him and charged at hm in an atempted to grab Daemon by the throat with his rightarm but Daemon sliped under his arm and grabed his left and pulled it back with him then used his left elbow to imoblize the mans arm by striking his shoulder with an impressive desplay of accurany and power shattering the bone leaving a sicking purple bruise. Daemon then cassualy threw the screaming man back to the women and walked over to Mocha and whispered kindly as he sat across from her. Mocha wake up

The member 'Daemon Spade' has done the following action : Dices roll

#1 'Block Dice' :


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#2 'Damage Dice' :

Moka was having a nice dream. She couldn't hear anything from the outside world, reality the woman was too far deep within her own mind too. Within the woman's dreams she could see the backs of her two older twin brothers Sencha and Shincha. However, due to the lighting their backs looked dark and both looked to be silhouettes. Moka tried to reach them, seeing her small arm as she did. The woman automatically assumed was no longer a woman, but a child. She also assumed that this dream was some sort of memory that she had which was stored somewhere in the far back of her mind. Shincha and Sencha both turned around, their faces being covered by a huge dark shadow.
(ooc: spell duration is 2 posts D: So 1 more post of Moka in dream land)

Daemon smiled slightly at the look on moka's sleeping face assuming shes having a nice dream, Daemon calmly stood up and walked over to moka's side of the booth and sat down next to her and gently moves a lock of her hair away from her face. "I hope your having a good dream Moka-chan." He said as he layed back against the back of the booth. A few mins later Daemon's drifted off into a slight snooze remembering a moment between his master and him right after he was given his claw. "Master." Daemon mumbles in his sleep.

Within Mocha's dream, the sky had waves of clouds easing into each other until it formed one big white mass. Then the bumpy looking mass started to turn a dirty looking gray. The girl looked up at the clouds. Is it going to rain? She frowned. Mocha's attention was fully on the clouds until she heard multiple cracks sounding in the air, as if it were pop rocks just placed within her mouth. Soon the cracks became something sickening and chilling enough for the feeling to go up the girl's spine, while also giving the atmosphere an eerie feeling. At that moment, Mocha made possibly the worst choices in her entire dream life. Which is turning her attention to the sky then looking at her twin elder brothers. Their faces was definitely not like what they were before. The dark shadow that completly covered their features covered everything but, their now bright red eyes along with a disfigured smile on their faces that stretched from one chin to another. Naturally, the girl screamed in horror. Immediately, Mocha woke up from her sleeping position and quickly jumped to her feet. Sweat was coming down the girl's face as her heartraced within her chest. The woman could hear the heartbeat in her ears and feel nothing but the heartbeat. It was as if her own heart was going to fail in a mere second due to it racing so much.