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Ashe chuckled softly at the folf's joke. "Is that so? Though... Isn't assassination and murder the same? It's all homicide." She was about to say more when Valerie shuffled up behind her and another...person joined them.

At the sight of the demon she crossed her arms and scowled, "I suggest you shut your mouth before you loose your tongue. Or should this 'shell' remove something a little more...dear to you?" She detested when there was talk like that in front of her.

Well, at least the Ashe gave him something more than a stare. He shrugged at her comment and thought a moment to himself. Had he stepped in somewhere he aught not have stepped?

"It is a world where life isn't fair and people decided it was a great idea to play with genetics. Who knows what anyone was thinking? Top that off with magic, miracle, and psychic power and we have a whirlwind of crazy whiskersnitching and dimensional travel," he said shrugging a bit, "To answer your question though, I generally am sent to kill things, yes. However, that is not all of what my missions entail, and I am not authorized to tell you any more than that. So, I have killed people, but I do not particularly desire to do so."

He let out a bit of a sigh, curious of this person... It seemed he had upset a person he had just met, and he did not seem all that agreeable of a person anywho. So the folf stepped to the side and a bit closer to Ashe. He had no magic to speak of, but surely a girl that is talking to a demon in such a manner did. Bullets work great against magic users, when they aren't ready for them.

Silkax will refrain on commenting what two reptillians of opposite genders can do together.

He sighed, "Well at least this one kills people, he may yet become a demon."

Silkax looked around disheartened that there may not be another demon in this place.

The sky rumbled with greater fervor than the volume of music could mask. It seems as though the red storm above was getting worse, and to accentuate this, it began to mist a dreary red mist over the party. This did not stop anyone, or rather, it didn't stop the Faceless Nobodies. It didn't interfere with equipment, and though the lightening began striking ever closer, bringing the crash and wavering of thunder, the electronics of the party never hissed or malfunctioned. But that was to be expected.

Like the trays before them, umbrellas began to float out to the guests in offering, a way of defying the storm and continuing the party.

What was he doing here? Was this even the right place? Could this possibly be the right place?

A platter bumped into Kyler and paused, as if to offer him a drink, and in the split second it was better to take something than to be asked again later, his hand pointed at something at random before realizing that there was no waiter behind that plate. He stared for a moment, almost as if gazing upon the empty space might reveal a camouflaged form of a waiter, perhaps. But nothing appeared, and Ky merely took a drink out of courtesy – to whom, he wasn't so sure.

He continued to mill about the quad. He wasn't a complete stranger to these types of parties, but having to search for someone in one wasn't something he had to do every day. And for all his years living under the same household as his brother, he was ashamed to not have an inkling of where he might find him at such a setting.

He didn't have anything formulaic in mind with which to search for his brother – eventually he found that he was merely drifting to the flow crowd, and mindful of shattered glass after one mindless step on a rogue shard. After a while, as he was nearing the centre of the area, he stopped and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder. "Excuse me." He noticed that his voice was a bit deeper than what he was used to. "This question might sound a little out of place, but what is this place?" He blinked, and that was when he realized that the people around him had no faces. And that the sky was crying.

The folf shrugged off the comment made by Silkax. Sure he had killed people, but he had no intention of becoming a demon for it. His fur stood on end as the air seemed to feel a bit more uneasy.

"Mmm... somehow I think it is getting to be my cue to leave this popsicle stand," he said smiling to Ashe. He bowed gently to her and reached up to ruffle her hair playfully after rising again, "It was a pleasure to meet you. My name is Carousel. I apologize for not introducing myself before."

Carousel's tail swayed nervously as he stood there. A dragon was an impressive beast of majesty, and he had never had the fortune or misfortune of crossing paths with one before. He had very limited experience with anything supernatural or magic. His experience relied heavily on science and technology. Sadly, it seemed that this place was not a place where either could prevail and he felt outmatched by the air itself. On the bright side he did meet a nice gal.

The Faceless Nobody poked by the errant searcher stopped dancing and "looked" at him a moment.

It made a clicking noise from somewhere inside it. like the death rattle of a drowning victim. Then it grabbed his hands and started to swing dance with him. Not forcing him to move in any way, just moving itself while holding his hands.

Silkax noticed this and clapped his hands together, "Alright! I was wondering when someone would dance with the Nobodies!" Silkax went over and started jigging himself, but it seemed the Nobodies wanted to avoid him. But there he was, a demon-lizard dancing in the blood rain during the end of the world.

Eerily serene.

Silkax found his dance interrupted by the crazy guy again. He watched in awe and wonder as the man scattered cards all over the ground and people stepped back, not because of any sort of magic, but out of spectacle. The spectacle of watching someone try to break the rules.

'The Doctor' flung his cards this way and that, and the music lowered, mostly for everyone to hear the rise of far away laughter, maniacal, dangerous, pushed to its limit on what it would take because now, now it was time to deal with what one had once hoped would not be an on-going problem. Foolish was that one to believe in the betterment of mankind, but that one will not base his judgment on others on the actions of one.

"For I," Ed's voice thundered in the mist, "Am a merciful GOD!" along with the cliche accentuation of a role of thunder, punctuating "god."

Silkax was the first to respond after the man finished gibbering to himself and readied a crystal sword that had nothing of any sort going on in it whatsoever, "What are you doing?" He turned to look at one of the guests, then to address a Faceless Nobody, "What is he doing?" He looked again at the card-thrower.

"You can't do what it is you think you're doing, you never could, not here, not now, not like this, and certainly not to me buddy. Nor to Ed, hell, I wouldn't even try it on the Nobodies. You know why?" He was going to explain why while stepping forward and lick across his scaly chops, "Because it's Bad Manners that's why, because it isn't right, this isn't about you, this isn't about anyone here, it's about all of you, and you either get that through your marble-headed skull and shape up or By God."

"BY ED!"

"BY ED, you will find yourself in a place of misery only isolation can describe." The lizard had grown, and sprouted feathers, looking more like a dinosaur with each passing second, fire was in his eyes and it burned with utter hatred and disgust.

"If he'd let me I'd eat you, I'd chew you up and suck the sin from your veins, now put your cards and blade away and mingle, and if you so much as stain the grounds with your opulent filth again I don't care what punishment I get for it, your soul will be mine."

The music, which had stopped, began again, and the party for the Nobodies continued as normal. The Demon Silkax huffed into his regular form and sauntered away, leaving the crazy man where he stood.