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this city is killing me [completed/closed]

Character(s): Cam and whoever wants to join in?
Content: Cam getting some alone time after the busy day that was Friday.
Setting: Cid's shop, across the street from the center branch of the Actua Are. [J7]
Time: Late Friday Night
Warnings: LADY AND CAM SNARKFEST.

This place seemed to drain whatever strength the Samurai had; first the roof and then the buggy... all in the freezing rain. Although he knew he'd be okay, it was still... careless of him to get so easily involved in other world matters; it kept his mind off of important things like getting back home for one.

After finishing the buggy, he noticed that the patch was broken. His first thought was his cyber duplicate, but that was absurd... Cyber Cam was in the journal system. Rubbing his forehead to keep himself from lashing out - something he had to do with the other Rangers frequently - he managed to find a large piece of board that would cover the hole for the time being.

Coming back inside, he found his uniform top to be significantly dry, so he replaced the coat he had borrowed from the other man and put his own clothing back on. He rested in front of the fireplace, wondering what exactly to do about sleeping someplace.

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Yes, in hindsight Calcifer realised it had been poor planning to continue his line of inquiry into his new environment by setting people aflame. But how was he to know that burly man behind him at the gate had been an actual human being and not one of the mindless clones that populated this city?

Fortunately, the fire demon had found in his time of need that he could still fly…though not half as well as usual. Having limbs to account for was a terrible nuisance as well. But it had still been enough to escape his angry pursuer.

Afterward, Calcifer had tested the limits of his new body by flying as far and high over the city as he could. He was not halfway across when the worst thing in the world happened: it began to rain.

The fire demon dove back to the streets for dear life, fear of being put out a terrible habit that did not allow him to stop and see how his flesh was reacting to the water. He made a mad dash for the first shelter he smelt that had a fire. It was a small storefront, and probably closed for the night, but nothing could stop Calcifer in this state of panic. He rushed right in and made for the hearth instinctively, ignoring the someone seated before the weak orange flames.

And then he spotted it: blessed sustenance; a stack of crunchy logs by the grate. Having lived with mortals for the last six years was the only thing that stopped Calcifer from digging in. He supposed he should make some gesture of greeting before helping himself. “Abysmal weather, isn’t it?” he offered, before snatching the largest log in the stack and taking a great big bite out of it. “Mmmm.” He gobbled and munched until there were only cinders left in his hand. It was difficult remembering to eat now that he was no longer bound to a hearth. At home he had Sophie to remind him, but here…

“Still cold,” Calcifer complained, glancing around for the source of the draft that was blowing most unpleasantly on his back. He decided to remedy his discomfort and repay his host by walking right into the hearth and sitting down, blue flames roaring up around him to warm the room. “Ahhhh. That’s better.”

The fire demon reached for another log and set about filling his new stomach.

[ooc: Hope you don't mind the thread-crashing.]

Cam's eyes widened just slightly as he felt the man move beside him; obviously desperate for the wood that rested near the fireplace, obviously there to feed the fire. The greeting was almost ignored from his fascination - although the aliens that his uncle had sent to earth were just as surprising - and he replied absentmindedly - "Imagine working in it all day."

But the heat that the other man emitted was perfect, and he let out a groan of appreciation without meaning to.

[ooc; it's fine with me... although I apologize for the slow updating; I don't usually stay on at night. ^^;;]

"I'd rather not, thank you," Calcifer replied, settling into the hearth as comfortably as possible, munching away on the log.

He'd learnt to be more of an observer than a talker since he'd fallen to Earth, so he made no further conversation for the time being. Though he did begin to subtly take stock of his surroundings and the young man in front of him as he became full...

[ooc: No problem at all; take your time, sleep, whatever. I'm waiting on Lady to join the thread, too, so.]

Cid stumbled down the staircase, sneaking his fingers under his shirt and lifting it up to scratch an itch. His shirt was still stained with coffee and dust, along with who knew what else from the last two days. The old man had been doing nothing but working on trying to fix up the basement and help customers, but had forgotten one very important thing in the course of the last three days.

Sleep.

So in one of the few moments of downtime after the large group of misfit rescuers had left the shop, Cid had gone up to his room to lay down and give his feet a rest. What he'd ended up doing was falling into a very deep sleep, must to his displeasure.

He wiped some leftover drool off his stubbled face before stumbling down the last step and looking around the shop.

And spotted a man in the fireplace.

"W-WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN' ON HERE?!"

In the silence after initial 'proper conversation', Cam had started to fidget with his journal, curious to how the thing worked. There had to be some sort of wireless connection, since he was able to mess with the thing and post to a large server without connecting anything anywhere.

He kept his guard up, however; the training and sudden unease of remembering that this place wasn't his own creeped back into his conscious, only to be jerked from those thoughts as Cid had apparently woken up.

"He's feeding from his element?" - he answered from a small corner of his mind, thinking back on how the Thunder Rangers would sit out in the storms as to train their powers.

Calcifer and the quiet man on the couch in front of the hearth had been sitting in comfortable silence for quite some time. His belly full, the fire demon had begun to drift off into glowing ember sleep when there was the sound of an angry elephant on the stairs and an outburst that nearly rivaled Sophie on a bad day.

Calcifer opened orange and purple eyes and made a face. "Ugh, don't you ever bathe? You reek to Andromeda!"

Suddenly he felt appreciative of Howell's obsessive two hour showers every morning.

[ooc: oh, god X_x;]

Lady jealous? No, never. It had nothing to do with Dante going out with a drinking buddy, it didn’t. For all she could care, Dante could spend his evenings running off with women. But she was annoyed with it—no doubt about it. Seeing Dante’s message on the network to her only added to her problems, leaving her extra huffy and irate—more than usual this time. For starting anew as a demon hunter, it was going to be difficult.

Father issues aside, Lady would forget about it. By the time afternoon came, Lady was planning to check out shops, seeing if she could find an ointment for her leg, and chew out Dante later. She would forget the fact how tempted she was to bust another cap in his skull. Certainly. Outside of the streets—though she was sure she could find her own way without help—the demon hunter stumbled across a shop. Well, seemed ordinary enough; hopefully, she could at least look for something to help her weapons, even if she did leave them behind. Sighing huffily, and more inward lashing, Lady went in. It was down the stairs from what she could tell…

She froze midway and a stark expression cross her face when she saw the fire place. At least, in her own world, people wouldn’t go into fire places. Ever. Unless, they were just that stupid—unless they were Dante. In an instance, only one thing could ever be so bold to attempt to go into a fireplace. A demon?

“What the hell.” She spat. Unfortunately, Lady was stuck—she was unarmed, wanting to leave…yet…wanting to investigate this further.

Cid folded his arms angrily once the initial shock of a man sitting in his fireplace had worn off. Of course, that had happened the minute this man questioned his bathing habits.

"I bathe plenty, y'hear?" he growled, taking a few cautious steps towards the couch. "I just ain't had no time to. An' it's plenty rude for someone to come in shop after-hours and sit in their fireplace and--" his glance strayed downwards at a half-eaten log by Calcifer's feet. "--eatin'... their logs...? Without paying!"

“What the hell.”

The pilot jumped in surprise and looked over to see a rather attractive woman standing in the doorway. Cid had been so focused on the man in his fireplace that he hadn't even heard the door open.

Damn. Now he kinda wished he had bathed. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his touseled hair and trying to make himself look presentable (though it was rather hard, considering the large stains on the front of his shirt).

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

Calcifer had any number of smart remarks to return to the unwashed man for his outburst. Unfortunately, it did not seem to be the time to deliver them, for as the gravelly voice raved, an interesting young woman came into the shop behind him...and had a much more violent reaction to the sight of Calcifer.

This was new, being seen so easily. Back home, he was mistaken for a common hearthfire more often than not. But it seemed Calcifer would have to get used to this instant identification so long as he was trapped in this transmuted form. Very annoying.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

The fire popped and Calcifer snorted as the unwashed man made a pathetic attempt to make himself presentable for the young woman. "I doubt it."

His purple eyes met Lady's dead on. "There's something you wanted to ask?" It wasn't a question, but rather an invitation. If she had a problem with him, the sooner everything was out in the open, the better.

Her attention was pulled away, but Lady’s bicolor eyes narrowed at the being in the fireplace, suspiciously. She wouldn’t provoke anyone here; it wouldn’t be so wise without Kalina Ann to back her up. Still, with her eyes on the being, she replied to the older man who posed the question to her.

“I came here to look around,” She hated to confide in any help whatsoever, but she reaffirmed her business here in the first place. “…Something for my weapons and my wound.” That cut on her leg healed up nicely in her time here, but it wouldn’t hurt to try something. Carefully, Lady placed a foot forward, walking in with her arms stiffly to her sides, almost like a cat stalking a mouse up to Calcifer. She paused, not knowing what she should do; then it came to her, arranging her words carefully in her head.

“What are you? Some kind of demon?” Again, Lady wasn’t foolish enough to challenge anything…yet. But her bicolor eyes showed a little more than just annoyance; it showed her pure hatred for anything demonic. Finally she let her eyes dart away to glance at the other people.

Oh, goody. Men. She scoffed lightly to herself.

Cam could feel the tension spark around him, but he kept silent as he found the journal to be much more interesting. Besides; speak when spoken to, and he'd rather let the woman who walked in make the man in the fireplace explain himself.

It was almost like Hunter and Shane had come here, too.

No, no. She wasn't playing The Game right at all.
But then, they seldom did.

"What do you think I am?" Calcifer replied with a pointy purple-toothed impish grin.

Oh, so that's how it was going to be...

Lady could account for similar events with her father, how he often messed with her when she was younger. You'd think that she would learn from these mistakes, but her pride would certainly get the better of her. "Demon," She replied with a very cold, Arkham-like tone. "No being could stand in a fire like that, expect for a demon."

Feeling the need that she needed to shift her attention (more importantly, tell that half demon of this), Lady glanced away, haughtly to the other men in the room, trying with effort to ignore a demon--in the fireplace--to regain her spur of well buried anger. Crossing her arms, she narrowed her eyes on the other two. "And what stuff do you two have here? Or should I trust in people who let a demon walk in ehre freely..."

"And what stuff do you two have here? Or should I trust in people who let a demon walk in here freely..."

Cam's attention moved from his journal to the woman who had walked in, noticing that she had came deeper into the room. Adjusting his glasses but moving his sight back to his journal, he frowned. "Why should I be agressive towards people - or demons, in this case - who weren't a threat to me?

"And I suggest you leave me out of that part, because although I help Cid out, I don't know of everything he sells here."

"Shows what you know," Calcifer crackled.

Really. Mortals were such dimwits.

But he kept further thoughts to himself as the young woman turned on the men in the room, observing with interest. This should be good for a larf.

"Shows what you know."

"I hunt demons. I think I know one when I see it."

Well, that didn't really work out well for her. Lady snapped at small glare to Cam's general direction; clearly that struck a deep nerve and something the hot-head woman didn't want to dig further into. "...Figures," She said bitterly. "No demon is good." Says the woman who wants to destroy them all. She was going to ignore that thing in the fire.

"My mistake; granted, you may not know what is sold in here, but you are here. It was only my first judgement you worked here." And there was Lady's mood...plummeting.

Really, who let things like that in the damn fireplace? How could they put up with anything.

"I wouldn't want you to think that Cid allowed the demon in; I'm sure he'd appreciate your... business.

"Although, you know. Since the demon's here... does that mean he works here as well?" - Cam knew he was tired; snapping at people more than usual was one of the first indicators. But instead of looking and using this strange device, he wished he was at the underground base, creating new weapons on the Super Computer.

Cid watched the exchange between the three in the room, slightly annoyed by both his new visitors. No matter how good-looking a woman was, she didn't get far when she had an attitude.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes out from his back pocket and stuck one in his mouth, letting it hang loosely from his lips. He walked over to the hearth as he stuffed the carton back in his pocket, then removed the cig and pushed the edge of it against the 'demon's' skin and waited until it had lit, then put it back in his mouth.

"We've got everything under the sun here, missy, 'cept for booze an' we'll be gettin' that in on Sunday," Cid said, crossing over to her. "What we don't have, we'll make, and what we can't make, well..." he snorted, running his thumb along the side of his nose. "You're screwed there, Ladyface."

He looked back at the demon and added, "An' I have no idea who the hell this is. I woke up and he was on fire. End of story."

"I hunt demons. I think I know one when I see it."

Calcifer rolled his eyes at her. She had the look (and self-righteous attitude) of a devil hunter, not a demon hunter. But he couldn't be bothered to attempt to explain the difference to her. She didn't seem to pose any real threat at the moment.

He grinned at Cam's response, appreciating the attitude. That mortal was not so bad as the others.

"Hey!" he cried out, when the unwashed man pressed some tobacco against him. How rude. This man needed to be taught a lesson.

"So you like to smoke, do you?" Calcifer asked, loud enough to be heard if anyone was paying attention to him, which they weren't. As the cherry in Cid's cigarette had come from his own fire, Calcifer simply increased its heat to where the grubby man soon had nothing but hot ash between his lips. And when he was done making certain his mouth was not burnt, he might notice the soles of his shoes were becoming quite warm, too...

She tilted her head to Cid, remembering Dante would be interested as well. But her restraint and her anger to the other person, the human, sitting there was crawling back up. "If that's the case, a friend of mine will be interested, too." But then she walked pass Cid, glaring at the other person.

"I'm sorry, was that supposed to be funny?" Her temper finally snapped and she had purposely zeroed in on Cam. Did she take it personally? Yes, she did; it was her self-rightous attitude. A long silence fell, before Lady was so tempted to take her personal anger, just out on one person, since Dante wasn't around.

The woman's reaction was priceless... sort of like Hunter on one of those really bad days. He shrugged his shoulders lightly, deciding to keep his eyes trained on the black device... finding it more interesting than the person sneaking closer to him.

"It wasn't my intention, but a pleasing product none the less. Maybe you should learn to keep that temper on a leash? It isn't very lady like to enter a place and disrupt the people already residing inside of it."

Ah, arguments. If it was one thing Lady was good at, it was starting them; never good at holding her own ground when her temper had gotten out of hand.

"How cute," Lady crept on a sarcastic smirk. "Would you like me to be 'lady-like' and be mor submissive for you? It would have been easier if you didn't have that demon over there. You're the one who disrupted me."

Again, the demon. It was bothering her so much, inwardly, remembering so much of the things that happened. Arkham hadn't been dead for two weeks...not that she really cared for the man. Oh, no. It was the whole tolerance that people held with demons--it was not tolerable.

Cam snapped his eyes away from the journal - finally - as the woman sparked intrest. 'Just like Hunter', he mused to himself, eyes hard as he duplicated the smirk.

"Oh yes, I just love to have women I do not know curtsy when coming across me and sitting ever so properly at my feet. Because there's no submission like the type that a slave would give.

"And if I remember properly, you addressed me as well when you wanted to know the contents of this store."

Cam returned to the journal, sure that his point was made.

Lady was thinking too much of Dante, along with the previous week, which wasn't going to help her in this argument...Oh, no. The smirk didn't drop off her face, nor the malcious glint her eyes. "What a shame--it isn't going to happen." She reaffirmed that by tapping her boots, probably hinting the scars, just to show she wasn't one to take things down.

"Then you answered back with that comment. If you really think I was going to let that slide by, you're wrong."

"Oh, but I'd love to see you in a proper dress." - Cam multitasked; trying to use the connection to mess with some bugs in his program, noticing the movement, but since it wasn't a threat he didn't look away from the 'mini computer'.

"I only stated what I saw; it's as simple as that."

"Then you'll have to be a gentlemen, wouldn't you?" Lady replied, even moving closer, like some sort of cat, ready to pounce. Oh, and how did she wanted Kalina Ann; at least people wouldn't be stupid enough to fuck with her then.

"And I did, too. I came in here thinking that you're the one who gave me that fucking attitude."

"Does that mean you'd actually have to be a lady?" Cam looked at the woman once again, almost seething with intent as her approach wasn't as stealthy as she thought. He was more than willing to take on any physical fight, although it wasn't... tactical. The Thunder Ranger must've rubbed off on him... or maybe it was the exhaustion?

"Sorry, but I don't take kindly to someone showing such open hatred when they weren't provoked."

"Only to those who'd be worthy of it, Sweetheart," She added in a false sweet voice. Lady in fights? She didn't care too much..but again, she was only trying desperately to make herself bigger, to prove herself in the company of two men and a demon.

"And you're going to let that thing sit in there?"

"Why not? It was cold, and I worked almost all day in that weather."

Cam liked how the truth worked to his advantage in this 'spat'.

Would she let back off now? It would take a lot to get Lady away, even though she was loosing some of her ground, desperately wanting to stand on her own. "Until it probably decides to devour you..."

Like mother.

Cam withdrew back to his journal, sure that the intensity was over; it was like dealing with Shane or Hunter.

"I'm sure it wouldn't find me so easy to consume."

Suddenly struck, Lady frowned bitterly, as if she wanted to strike that fucking thing out of his hands.

"It wouldn't care. None of them care how big you are."

"Who said anything about that? I was talking about resistance... not size."

Cam decided to use the stylus, rearraging things here and there on the panel he managed to bring up.

So much for that. Lady's temper had gotten the better of her, once again. Enraged, the woman turned viciously on a heel and stormed away.

[ooc: She would have kept going and going and going and going....]

Cam smirked in victory as he saw her walk away in the corner of his line of vision. "Come back on Sunday. You can have a drink on me-- I'm sure you need one."

"What, no wedding?" Calcifer called out to her retreating back. He'd seen many a pre-coital spat like that one back home. Oh yes. But apparently these two still had a ways to go before they would admit anything. Typical. Mortals wasted so much time. But that was half of what made watching them so entertaining.

"And I don't devour people," he grumbled, irritated to himself, settling in among the logs and embers once more. He did not appreciate being spoken for, much less on such a subject.

If the bickering was annoying before (which it was), it was just starting to piss the old man off now. The woman obviously didn't take a liking to being treated as one who was her gender was used to, and Cam didn't take a liking to snippy women. Cid couldn't say he did either, but at least she showed some sort of intelligence, and didn't take any crap from the boy. That much was admirable, at least.

A strange scent tickled his nose and he wrinkled his brow in confusion, unable to place what it was. He shifted uncomfortably, his feet feeling a bit too overheated. He glanced down, annoyed and--

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THAT IS HOLY, MY FEET ARE ON FIRE!"

He leaped away from the fireplace and quickly removed his shoes, running after Lady for the door and throwing them outside before turning back around and giving Calcifer a murderous glare.

Calcifer howled with laughter, the fire crackling up the chimney in gusts of blue flame, as the unwashed man finally realised he'd set his shoes on fire. "That'll teach you some manners," he replied to the murderous glare.

Cam looked up towards the flame, a smirk on his face.

"And you wonder why people want to put you out."

"I don't, actually," Calcifer replied. "And so long as they don't, it's of no concern to me."

He might be able to get on with this one. A lover of quips and barbs and a good sense of humour...

Grah. Why was Calcifer missing Howell all of a sudden?

The pilot furrowed his brow and crossed his arms irritably at the snide remark. What sort of customer came in, stole logs for food, sat in a fireplace, and mouthed off to the shop owner? Especially when said shopowner was so graciously allowing him to stay even though the shop was closed.

He mumbled something about knowing not to put his elbows on the table and charged up the stairs, calling out over his shoulder, "Cam, b'sure to git some rest, y'hear?"

"And so long as they don't, it's of no concern to me."

Cam smirked. "Good response."

"Cam, b'sure to git some rest, y'hear?"

Turning to the older man, he nodded. "Eventually, yes."

The unwashed man's sudden departure after having removed his burning articles of clothing was as good as an invitation to stay, to Calcifer's mind.

"Good response."

He grinned at his fireside companion and settled in for the night, squishing and squooshing his inconvenient new body, trying to get comfortable in the hearth.

Finally it was good enough, because the fatigue of this whole experience and the eventful evening he'd spent because of it began to set in, and Calcifer's eyelids became droopy.

His companion having gone back to their previous comfortable silence, the fire demon found it all too easy to drift off, the fire around him slowly settling down to a warm, comfortable glow. It seemed Calcifer had found at least a temporary home in this mad city.

[ooc: I'm fine with ending it there, what do you think?]

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this city is killing me [completed/closed]

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to cid

To Cid

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To Cid and Lady

To Cid and Calcifer

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To Lady

To eeeverybody :D

to lady!

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To Calcifer and Cam...:3 Because I hate you both

snap snap snap to lady

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I eat you all :P

snarkfest to lady!

Cam-I cut you good...or try!

although slave!lady would be pretty hot... uh. to lady. XD

Yes, it would...XD TO CAM

SHE MAKES HIS COCK HARDDDDD (to lady)

CAM WOULD BE TASTY.

(insert witty tagline here to lady)

TO CAM...WITH LOVE!

simply put; to lady

To Cam

ILU2LADY. XD

ILU~! TO CAM!

it's tru luv cam+lady 4eva

TEH OTP!!!11

:: waves to lady ::

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