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Ari has completed the enchantment of a very nice sword for his client. After some cooing over him being cute about a boy and some distress about him being cute about a vampire, Sally taught him the window enchantment (it's actually quite simple, you just jargon jargon wizardry words that don't make sense) and sent him on his merry way. The sun has finally set, and he's strolling past the Magic Box deliberating over whether to go in and see if they'd like some shiny rocks.
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rockdove
Ari goes up to the counter and begins haggling with the confused highschooler behind the cash register about whether he can pay in tumbled quartz. She retrieves her manager, who hashes out a deal.
rockdove
Ari grins, counts out crystals from a pouch in his backpack, and pecks Mark on the lips before putting the bottles in his backpack and exiting the store.
rockdove
Hugs!
"So, I should really do a proper patrol since I didn't finish last night's. Do you want to come along and we can head to yours after?"
"So, I should really do a proper patrol since I didn't finish last night's. Do you want to come along and we can head to yours after?"
rockdove
Ari doesn't expect this patrol to be any more eventful than last night's; August is a sticky and unpleasant month in which vampires do not enjoy causing trouble. Demons are okay with it, but they don't show up nearly as often.
Except when they do. As in this case, in which several firetruck-red horned musclemen wearing leather jackets are strolling down the street towards Ari and Mark (who are likely still holding hands, because Ari is ridiculous).
Ari tenses. "Ss'alhat. These guys are usually not nice. They will probably try to kill us. Their joints are really brittle and you can kill them in all the usual ways, if it comes to that. Which I suspect it will."
Except when they do. As in this case, in which several firetruck-red horned musclemen wearing leather jackets are strolling down the street towards Ari and Mark (who are likely still holding hands, because Ari is ridiculous).
Ari tenses. "Ss'alhat. These guys are usually not nice. They will probably try to kill us. Their joints are really brittle and you can kill them in all the usual ways, if it comes to that. Which I suspect it will."
unmarred
"Hm," says Mark. He does not tense. He just looks at them appraisingly. "All right."
rockdove
Ari barks out a few guttural words to the apparent leader of the demons, whose horns are decorated with intricate copper inlay. The demon responds with a monosyllabic jeer, which sets his companions to snickering. Ari sighs, punches the demon in the face, and when it falls to the ground, offers him his hand to help it back up.
The demon looks at his hand and begins screeching in the unpleasant language. His companions charge. Ari smacks his forehead and shouts "Wrong species! Still kill them!" to Mark, before turning to face the charge.
The demon looks at his hand and begins screeching in the unpleasant language. His companions charge. Ari smacks his forehead and shouts "Wrong species! Still kill them!" to Mark, before turning to face the charge.
unmarred
So Mark kills them.
Very quickly. Very efficiently. Kind of brutally. Breaking limbs and smashing heads against the ground, that sort of thing.
rockdove
Ari's style of fighting looks, at first glance, amateurish and clumsy. Sweeping haymakers, overbalanced roundhouse kicks, straight-in cross punches. But when someone tries to take advantage of his supposed weaknesses, they turn out not to be there. What's there instead is a close-in strike that crushes bone and sends his foe crashing to the ground. His feet move awkwardly, warping the earth to trip and mire his opponents. And just after he's downed one, a foot comes up and it comes... down.
All in all, it's a very quick fight.
All in all, it's a very quick fight.
unmarred
Mark's style could hardly be more different; he is small and fast and agile and nearly prescient, never there when a blow lands, always there to deliver a swift and vicious counterattack.
When the last horned demon has stopped moving, he looks at Ari and smiles. "I like how you fight."
When the last horned demon has stopped moving, he looks at Ari and smiles. "I like how you fight."
rockdove
"Thanks. Your style suits you. It's... hm." Ari exhales loudly. "I may need to ravish you now. Or you can ravish me. There needs to be ravishing."
rockdove
"Your place? Mine? A dark alley, I know several very convenient dark alleys if making it to someone's place is a tall order. Which I think it may be."
rockdove
Ari has one in mind. The alleys of Sunnydale were intentionally designed so that one might devour a hapless victim without being observed, but there are other uses for them.
There are also other uses for the vanilla-scented oil Ari purchased from the Magic Box. Ari is known for his creativity with spell components.
There are also other uses for the vanilla-scented oil Ari purchased from the Magic Box. Ari is known for his creativity with spell components.
unmarred
Mark is very much on board with being thoroughly ravished. And appreciates Ari's creativity.
rockdove
Ari isn't about to let Mark get all the ravishing, but in this instance he is not complaining because he is too busy ravishing. Hybrid vigor, after all. There is ravishing to go around.
unmarred
Oh good. Mark is so pleased. In addition to being extremely ravished.
rockdove
Ari is so pleased that Mark is so pleased.
"Bite me," he pants after a particularly energetic stint.
"Bite me," he pants after a particularly energetic stint.
unmarred
"Yeah? Fangs or no?" This seems like an important clarifying question.
rockdove
"Fangs, very fangs. Just- drink until I say when? There's supposed to be some way to make it nice, really nice, but I wouldn't mind you just gnawing on me a bit. It's- I like the idea. Biting, please."
unmarred
Mark grins. "That sounds like fun," he says, and he shifts his face and bites Ari's neck. Mm. Tasty. Yes, this is definitely fun.
rockdove
It's not the nice kind of biting, but that hardly matters to Ari.
After a long bit of shuddering there is an obvious cutoff point. "Okay, I'm, I'm good," pants Ari.
After a long bit of shuddering there is an obvious cutoff point. "Okay, I'm, I'm good," pants Ari.