(plot) -Hit and Run- [open]

[npc]

Hordes of people walked the streets. It was Sunday, all of the students were out of class and were trying to make good use of their day off. Seeing friends, going to movies, eating out, having parties. The humans knew nothing about the dangers that surrounded them. Demons walked among them, mostly unnoticed. Some of them were friendly only wanting to fit in with the lesser species. Others were finding new prey.

For years this portion of the city was well protected. There were few demon attacks and the demons clearly feared something within the area. What protected the area few were completely sure. All that could be assumed was that they were demon slayers. Some of the members were known to have killed even innocent demons. This drove the evacuation of the demons under fear of being killed.

The demon slayers weren't a fan of Koenma nor Spirit World when the barrier was dropped between the two worlds. Their job grew harder as demons that didn't know the rules came into the territory. However, most of them were taken care of until the most recent demon.

No one knew exactly what happened from there. Spirit World couldn't keep tabs on them for very long.

There was a sense of movement at one point. Suddenly there was a massive sweep of demons being killed within the area, as if the demon slayers were threatened by something. When Spirit World tried to make contact. Everything went quiet.

Within a week it was hard not to notice what happened.

The door was left open after the demon at large got to them and maybe told a few demons where it was.





It was a cute little flower shop in the city. The shop had been closed for a few weeks now. A sign hung on the door saying 'Gone on Vacation'. According to the neighbors the shop was a family owned business, which most small shops were around that area.

They always have the cutest arrangements

Out of the blue, the shop was broken into and supposedly robbed. But since no one knew how to contact the owners all that could be done was to board up the shop. Constantly the boards were broken but the humans never could find out why.

However, there was a trail leading to a trap door that only those with strong spirit awareness could find.

[Ambrie]

Chocolate hair shimmered in the afternoon sun, healthy, vibrant, a little messy but such was it always as it swayed with her every move. Her cerulean orbs were pleasant yet unreadable as the small, slender girl made her way down the sidewalk of the city.

During her shortish stay in Human World Ambrie had gotten most of her weight back. She looked much less sickly now and more like she should've. Which, to Ambrie, meant it was time to charge right back into Demon World and set this game straight.

As a matter of fact, that was exactly what she was preparing for. She was shopping for supplies (where she got the money...it's probably best we didn't know) - food particularly. And was currently searching for a grocery store.

The small psychic's footsteps stopped suddenly. Her attention snapped to her left - to a flower shop she had been passing, with boarded windows that had been torn and busted. That was far from her reason for displaying interest, though...it could only add to its weight. Her eyes narrowed.

There was definitely something off about this place.

Her boots crunched down on the broken glass after the psychic slipped through the broken boards of the window. She looked around. A faint trail, ever so faint, remained on the dusty floor and lead farther into the room. Ambrie followed it cautiously, senses on alert for the slightest sound or spike of energy, to what appeared to be a trap door.

Her brows lowered as she tried to probe for what might be on the other side. Glancing around one more time, she pulled the door up and silently slipped inside.

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It wasn't hard to find the trap door, at least for one that had a giant hint to where it was. There was a desk and a few scattered papers over it but easy enough to push aside. The door had a tight spring attached to the hinge forcing it to close hard and quickly after released. A way to keep the door hidden once gone through most likely. The trail from there vanished completely. It was a deliberately place path created with energy to be left similarly to a scent path. However, as said. It just ended once in the trap door.

There was a metal ladder bound with leather to minimize the sound that the shoes would make. The foundation quickly turned to concrete as the narrow path went down. And as expected the air grew rather heavy but cold as if entering a tomb.

At the landing there was quickly another door that had a faint odor coming from the edges. With how solid the door whats it had to be a pungent odor to be leaking through. The door once had many locks on it... However every single one of them were broken.

[Ambrie]

Keeping one hand on the trap door, Ambrie waited until she'd gotten far enough down before letting it lower without the slightest tap. Her suspicion was growing by the moment. Not many flower shops had trap doors, first of all. Second, most latters weren't made in this way.

"Whoever comes down here had expected to more than once." She thought, brows slightly furrowed as she went lower, carefully but quickly. "And they certainly didn't want anyone to know." This was not some secret boyscout meeting place below grannie's flower store. If it hadn't been for the trail of energy Ambrie would've thought it was drug related. Or human trafficking. Her nose snarled at the thought. This was not the work of normal people though. She had heard there were a bit more killings of humans by demons as of late. But things like that were bound to happen when you let them waltz right on in unsupervised. Ambrie's interests hadn't been too focused on human world so she didn't know how bad the problem may or may not've been. But that fact, and this place, were two thoughts she was definitely correlating at the moment.

Her shoes made a faint scrape as she skipped the last few steps of the latter and landed in a crouch, her hair catching silently on the air. Using that position to her advantage, she began searching for the trail on the dark, dusty ground. It hadn't been on the latter, but that wasn't necessarily as surprising as this.

It was gone.

Annoying, was the better word. But the feeling was slight and disappeared quickly as her piercing eyes swept the small...what could hardly be described as a room, ignoring the door for a moment as she made sure there was nothing else she may've been missing. Then her stare locked on the door.

Curiosity knew no limits, did it?

Rising to her feet, she took the few steps necessary to near it, noting the locks. Her nose twitched. Moving her face to the very tight crack between the door and the wall to get a better idea of what it was, her body went ridged. There was no mistaking that smell. None at all...

The hinges creaked as the door was pushed open with one hand, Ambrie standing sideways in case, God forbid, something dared to shoot or came at her. There was no telling what would be waiting on the other side of this door, but whatever it was...was not going to be pretty. Her hostile form was a black silhouette in the darkness.

Absolutely ready to fight.

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[npc]

The smell was horrid inside the room. And amazingly there was light. However, if that was a good thing was something for the person viewing to decide. The floor was covered in bodies. They were heavily decaying and some half eaten. In fact there was a gorging sound coming from one of the corners of the room.

It was a mere C class, perhaps even D class. It was strong enough to have possessed a human and that was about it. The horns were visible to those with spiritual awareness which, anything living in this room has. Even the dead did if they were still alive... but not the point. The human's face was contorted as the demon forced it to eat the flesh of his own species. On top of that it was a child.

Also on the ground were dead demons, however, they were much more fresh then the humans that lay on the ground.

[Ambrie]

Ambrie's head turned at the sight, eyes opening to slits as they bore into the base of the latter. It wasn't that she'd never seen such things - she'd been to demon world enough times. It was a matter of...distaste, and respect for the dead. Ambrie'd known there would be death in this room, but not so much. Humans and demons alike were littered throughout the room, blood long dried from the time between now and when this...apparent battle took place. Or slaughter...

Her head lifted slightly, eyes shooting back to the scene with their depths like an arctic grave. A gut-wrenching sound was drifting to her ears. There was something in this room that was not yet dead.

A slight scrape of a boot could be heard as the psychic stopped behind the demon and his feast, then the sound of popping static. If there hadn't been a lot of light in the room, there certainly was now. Now standing barely a yard or two away, Ambrie’s arm had extended. Two fingers were aimed, separated, but aimed, and a bright ball of energy hovered around them. Teeny lightning strikes shot off it occasionally, licking the air and zapping anything nearby.

”Lest you wish to join our audience,” Her voice was acid. ”I suggest you come out of this man and begin explaining.”

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The demon completely ignored the fact that something entered the room. Well, ignored would be a bad way to put it because the creature knew very well he now wasn't alone. That is why he started to feast faster. Eat faster, damn human! I don't want to be stuck here when others come. We don't want to end up like them do we?! It wasn't like the human was going to reply.

Then the dark room was lit up with light. Damn... However, when the demon turned around he was already shaking. "Don't... don't hurt me..." the nasaly voice of the demon said. The only thing that weak demons loved was their own life... That was actually what must demon's only value was.

[Ambrie]

The sight of the human's blood-smeered face sent a wave of disgust over the small psychic. And having a better view of the child's dead and mutilated body wasn't helping.

Her voice was still arctic and hand still raised. "You have five seconds." Ambrie wasn't going to repeat herself. If he didn't coroperate she'd simply torture the information out of him. This demon seemed the typical kind; it wouldn't take long. "One..." Her eyes narrowed, "four..."

Panic could make one do crazy things. The demon was cornered, and logic was out the window. He lunged at her, human and all.

The energy in her hand met him half way, shooting them both through the brain. He collapsed, head hitting the floor within inches of her boot.

"Stupid human..." She muttered, lowering her arm. It was a shame innocents were thrown in the crossfire when wickedness was about. That blast had not been meant for him...

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OOC:// Sorry I took control there. Trying to get rid of him for you without going out of character - I'll take it out if you want.

[npc]

Now there was just another dead body in the foul room. What Ambrie did just proved what happened to the other demons that were dead in the room. There was someone that didn't approve of the other, the someone ended up dead.

The bodies of the human demon slayers however didn't seem to be harmed what so ever, other then the ones that were being feasted upon by the demons that wanted a free meal. There were only a few children, just a few more then that of teens, a vast majority of adults, then a few elderly. Not one of them appeared to be weak in any fashion (other then inexperience). And their dead just seemed like they dropped dead.

The way the bodies were laid out appeared that they were prepared for whoever got to them. The children were in the back while the more able were in front.

[Ambrie]

What a waste. She could've probably gotten some information out of the moron. Ambrie's curiosity had peaked.

Pulling her boot back to turn just slightly, blue eyes gazed over her shoulder at the rest. She servayed them, trying to make sense of this. It seemed there was more to this than chaotic bloodshed. The humans....were all unscathed. The ones that hadn't been eaten on at least. The demons' murders seemed rather messy. Why not the humans too?

Some form of electrocution?

But if the enemy used those form of attacks there'd be at least one demon that was the same.

Coincidence?

No.

She took off her jacket and used it as a glove as she started to look over one of the humans. If it were electrocution the electricity would leave his body from somewhere - fingertips or toes most likely. She checked that, ripped his shirt to check his chest, his pockets, his socks, looking for an identity, a clue, anything.

"Ugh." She thought. What the heck was she even doing; why did she care? She certainly hadn't set out that morning with the intention of coming here to be a crime scene investigator or some external mortician going through a dead guy's socks. Ambrie was just waiting for the moment she would throw up from this smell. It hadn't happened yet, but it was coming.

Maybe the killer could drain or steal spirit energy and had to kill any troublesome demons the old fashion way. Or maybe it had something to do with possession. She knew very little about that, but she was grabbing for anything she could find. She sort of wished Hiei were there, if he were in the right channel to give a darn. He knew more about this kind of stuff than she did.

Maybe it hadn't been the work of a demon at all?

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[Ruhisaki]

A foul stench. That was what could lure out a mighty demon. A mighty demon who had no time for such activities with lower beings, but who could not help but want to get rid of such wretched smell. Someone had hacked several humans up and had simply stored them somewhere. The city reeked of rotting flesh, but only certain noses could pick up on the smell as though the bodies were inches away. Ruhisaki was none too pleased.

The thick darkness of night had clouded about the city. No moon was in the sky, and only stars shown across black background. Few street lamps worked on this side of town; the side of town that his nose had guided him to. Here the grotesque smell was floating from. Blood and the stench of death seemed to radiate off of one building. A small flower shop that had seen better days. Someone had destroyed the façade of what was perhaps a cute little store at one time. Something had gone wrong with this human business.

Through the entrance of the shop and into the main part of the store. Someone had just been through this area; the dragon demon found the odor of human fresh. Whoever had just passed through left a fresh trail of footprints upon the dusty floor. The footprints led over to what had been a concealed door in the floor. Well, someone had been kind enough to leave a trail for the fire demon. How very thoughtful.

Through the trap door Ruhisaki went, minding his kimono. No reason to get dust and dirt upon his being while investigating. Whatever he would find at the end of the trail was hardly worth getting dirty over. Really, almost no one was worth dirtying his hands over. Blooding his hands, well, that was a different situation.

At the end of the ladder, Ruhisaki found a door and another trail of footprints. Well, this was all very easy then. His hand lazily rested against the hilt of his katana Kasai Kyoujaku. His other hand reached out, opening the door with ease. Upon opening the door, Ruhisaki was confronted by that stench of death he was so familiar with.

Bodies. Dead bodies of humans and demons littered the floor. Someone needed to do a bit of housekeeping. Ruhisaki, as powerful and as cruel as he was, would never leave such a sight. Human bodies were for eating; they were not for throwing upon the ground to rot. What barbaric creature left such a mess?

Crimson eyes surveyed the area until they landed upon another figure in the room. Someone who was alive. Well, now this could get interesting.

[Ambrie]

Searching through, the small girl retrieved a wallet from the man's deep pockets. Inside was a diver's liscence, which would give her a good bit of information on who he was that she could look into later...a little money...and...

She froze.

The psychic's attention snapped to the door long before it opened. But not long enough to hide. Chills rose on her velvet skin from the thickness of the demon presence washing over her senses and she quickly hid the wallet in her own pocket. Someone was coming and they were nothing like the demon she'd just finished. The door creeked open. And in he came.

It was a shame she couldn't've been hidden and watched what he would do on his own.

Blue eyes would remind you of an arctic, watery grave as they locked on the creature from across the dead body she was kneeling beside, and across the room. "D*mn," she thought, her first incentive was that this guy was in some way connected to what had happened here - and that she'd been caught. There was a chance that he'd just been curious, like her, but either way she was no longer alone in a place that had never exactly screamed "safe".

Ambrie rose to her feet, her jacket making a sort of fluttering sound as she flicked her wrist and let it fall over the man's face and upper body - paying a last respect since she'd ramsacked his person. She didn't say anything, waiting to see what he would say or do before deciding how she herself would play, as her cerulean orbs bored fearlessly into the fire-demon's own.

Or, so she appeared...

[Ruhisaki]

Just a little psychic. That was what she was. Turning in a whirl as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Suspicious little creature who seemed ready to take on the great fire demon if needed be. Silly girl, she had no idea who she faced.

Ruhisaki ignored her for the time being. She was unimportant, and obviously not the cause of all of these dead bodies. His eyes looked over the bodies that were nearest to him. Whoever had killed all of these humans seemed as if they did it just to kill. So many different ages. Children to old men were rotting amongst each other as if a small village had been slaughtered, and the killer had hidden the bodies in this abandoned flower shop.

A sigh and a snort. What a waste of time and clean air. The one who had put all of these corpses in the room was not to be found at the moment. The person who was putting Ruhisaki’s nose into overdrive would have gotten a good talking to that was for sure.

Blood red eyes moved away from the bodies and focused on the girl on the other side of the room. Why was she here? Had she smelt the foul stench? Probably not, but she probably could feel the strange spirit energy about the place. He was surprised all of the humans had not become curious enough to venture into the broken into shop.

“You should not even bother,” the dragon demon said to the girl, his slow deep voice filling the room. “I am not looking for a fight, and if I was I would not be after you. I look for challenges, and you pose me no challenge.”

[Ambrie]

The girl's demeanor didn't change, even after his words. They were almost funny and inwardly she smirked - everyone always had to get in their little digs. "He's a fool if he really has no intention of killing me now." She thought. As in, kill her while she was a...baby psychopath, as opposed to...not a psychopath at all. She looked no different than any other little human. Save, perhaps, that intensity in her eyes. But this little human was convinced that she would be more than a 'challenge' to someone like him one day. Ambrie was going to be the most powerful psychic in the world, yes, the world, and there was simply no arguing with her. Ruhisaki was obviously a very ignorant man. If he weren't, he'd be doing one of two things: killing her now, or kissing her feet in hopes she'd learn the meaning of mercy some day and spare him like he did her (which she so totally wouldn't, no real warrior should act like that). Yes, my disturbed people...this was...honestly the way her mind worked.

By the way he was acting as he looked around Ambrie took it that he had been unaware of the condition of this room though. Not surprised, but not aware. No...he hadn't done this...

"What are you looking for?" She asked coldly, her face partially shadowed save her eyes and she made it a point not to give away about her own reasons for being there. None of his d*mn business.

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[Ruhisaki]

The dragon demon looked back up to the psychic; his eyes holding their own silent fiery. Why did he have to deal with such people? This was what he deserved, he supposed. He had left his resting area in this world to go after a vile smell. He should have expected to run into someone of this behavior.

Lower demons, psychics, and humans always annoyed the fire demon. They held an arrogance that they did not deserve. Ruhisaki had lived long enough for his fair share of arrogance. He could boast about his strength, because he held great power. He could walk with his shoulders square and his head held high, because he had earned that right. This little creature, well, he could swallow her whole in his true demon form, and his fiery digestive system could do the rest of the work.

What was he looking for? Was this not obvious? A pile of dead bodies were stacked in a room and were decaying at their feet. And what was he looking for? Maybe the cause of such ugliness. The demon may have hated human, but he would gone around slicing throats and creating a trophy room. He always left his plate clean.

“The matter is not what I am looking for,” Ruhisaki said to the girl as he walked around. A hand moved up, pushing out crimson strands from his face. “Truly, I think it is obvious what we are both looking for if we both are not already on our knees gnawing away at scraps.”