Tess Gerritsen, The Sinner. (via derikisu)

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

He chuckled as she went straight through the window, prying another grenade from his belt and pulling the pin. He tossed it into the store after her and a few seconds later, it unleashed a deafening explosion. But she had already left. He went a bit wide eyed as she slashed at him. He pivoted in place, the blade cutting through his armor and drawing blood. He managed to avoid losing the arm though. 

He hissed with pain before bringing his own sword to bear. He hoped her own powerful swing would be throwing her off-balance as he sidestepped before lunging forward. The thrust was aimed straight for her solar plexus. threatening to pierce through her chest and out her spine.

Not given enough time to regain her footing fully she moved just enough to avoid the sword piercing her spine but left it to drive partially through her heart and out her back, barely missing her spinal cord. She fell forward onto him, her heart stopping for a moment, her eyes widened and she coughed, causing blood to leak out of her mouth. She gasped for air and used what strength she had to shove herself off of him and away from the blade. She stumbled back grasping at the wound as her heart started to beat again, regenerating it's missing piece.

"Oh fuck you." She coughed throwing the sword at his feet, electricity crackled through the air and arced around her body as she entered her triggered state. She lifted her hands, the electricity visibly moving through her body and toward her hands before she threw a shock wave his way. 

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

He cackled as she spoke, “Oh trust me. I know. I know a lot of things. I even know about all those nights you held Dante, wishing he would love you too.”

He then blinked as she vanished and looked around quickly. He then yelped and leapt back far enough to avoid the blow but the tip of the sword still tore a rent across the left side of his armor. He then growled a bit and charged forward. He would then suddenly leap into the air, sending both his feet in a dropkick towards Trish’s chest. If he hit, the she-demon would be sent flying into the building across the street. It was obvious the mercenary was a lot stronger than he looked.

Trish didn't get truly angry, not very easily at least, but this guy was pushing it. With the lack of practice controlling her inner demon she might not be able to control whether or not she triggered. Especially if she was injured too terribly. "Who the fuck are you?" Her tone was level but held too much rage to be convincingly calm, at this point she wanted to tear this guy apart, Wade Wilson or not. 

The she-devil was too busy being angry about his comment to evade the drop kick in time, her body was hurled into the window of the building, shards of glass tearing through the leather of her bustier, leather pants and into her flesh. She hissed in pain as soon as she caught her breath and made her way to her feet. "Son of a bitch." She stepped back through the window, dusting glass from her body. Her cuts healed almost instantly and she cracked her neck. "You're really going to regret this." She remarked, before her figure blurred leaving behind a crack of static, the noise rippled through the area, before she finally reappeared right in front of him, swinging the blade diagonally toward his shoulder, if the blade hit, it would continue on it's path across his chest.  

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

He grinned under his helmet as he listened to her, “I know a lot about you. Your habits. Your favorite foods. Your skill level. Your bra size. What you think about at night when you’re having alone time.” He said all of this rather offhand.

Then, without warning, he surged forward. His speed was rather incredible, seemingly faster than what Trish would know of Deadpool. Was he truly someone else? She wouldn’t be given time to think. He swung his sword around in an arc towards her torso. If she didn’t react in time, she would have his sword cleaved halfway through her ribcage.

"That's only a little creepy. I highly doubt the last part." Her sapphire eyes rolled back so hard she thought they would pop out. Even if this was Wade he had no idea what she thought about during 'alone time'. 

She'd sort of expected the lunge at anytime flickering out of sight and appearing just out of reach and then lunging forward herself, swinging the sword in an upward arch, aiming to shred right up the center of his torso. She would be evasive as all hell, but she wouldn't use any dirty tricks, which left electrocution out of the question-- Unfortunately. She wanted nothing more than to fry this creep and be done with it. "This is not the homecoming I expected." She murmured. 

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

The building continued to burn behind him as he stepped forward. A chuckle emitted from his helmet, sounding deeper than what Trish was used to. It was also distorted slightly, possibly betraying that he was using something to alter his speech. He then stopped not far from her.

"You want to play? That’s not what I’m here for. Maybe afterwards, gorgeous. For now? You’re out of practice. And let’s make this sporting." He spoke as he drew his swords. He then tossed one to the ground at Trish’s feet before sliding his feet into an offensive stance while gripping the hilt of his own sword with both hands.

He then nodded his head towards the sword, “Pick it up, oh lovely succubus. Let’s see if swordplay is like riding a bike. Except this bike can kill you.”

Her brow quirked, that voice didn't sound natural, but she couldn't find Wade's motivation for such a malice act. Though he might not understand what the shop meant to her. She couldn't recall mentioning the fact that it was her home. 

Thin brows shot up in surprise "gorgeous?" was this guy seriously hitting on her after he'd burned down the only semblance she had to a home. She stared at the sword on the ground and looked up at him, hesitantly holstering her weapons, keeping her eyes on him while retrieving the sword. Her stance was casual as it usually was when entering combat, though for once she was doubting herself. Evasion already the first tactic to come to mind, she wasn't so sharp anymore. 

"How would you know my skill level, are you some kind of stalker trying to prove himself? I assure you, this little cry for attention isn't the way to win my affection. I'd throw something in there about you being handsome, but well-- I can't see your face." She spun the sword in a full 360 as she spoke.

+Brideofsparda

"For the most part." She ran a hand through her hair and gave a soft chuckle. "Don't worry, if he gives me a hard time he gets one right back." She paused a moment admiring the woman before her. "I really am glad to see you." She admitted. 

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

The night had been relatively calm, with stormclouds gathering to threaten a summer thunderstorm. The city was mostly dead at that time of night. There were people milling about but for the most part, people weren’t really out on the streets. A couple of hoodlums were about making secret deals and a couple was walking home from a club.

There was one person out of place, though. The calm sound of muffled hydraulics were heard as a man in what could only be described as black and red power armor strode down the street. A pair of swords were strapped to his back as well as an assault rifle. Shoulder rigged pistols were cleared in their holsters as he made his way towards his target. The couple spotted him and stopped in their tracks. The hoodlums also stopped what they were doing and scattered like roaches under a light.

He walked up to the building and grinned inside his helmet. The neon sign reading “Devil May Cry” was like a massive bull’s eye in his mind. He pulled a grenade from his belt and pulled the pin. He then hurled it at the building, causing it to stick to the surface. After a few moments, a loud explosion shattered the silence of the night and sent flames roaring across the building’s surface. It would then be obvious that it was an incendiary grenade.

He rolled his shoulders and let out a happy sigh, “Come on, little succubus. Show me what you got.”

It was her favorite type of weather, for once she'd picked the perfect time to come back to Capulet... At least she thought so as she was strolling up to one of the nicer hotels in the city admiring the way the moon peaked out behind bruised clouds. It was then that she heard the shrill ring of her cellphone. Staring at the screen, her brows drew together seeing that it was "Devil May Cry's" number. 

Lifting the device to her ear she spoke calmly. "Hello?" 

She was greeted by a crash somewhere in the background before the half breed chimed in. "The shop is on fire, I'm going to need another loan."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes and didn't even mention that she was on her way before hanging up and tracing her steps back to her motorcycle.

She arrived at the scene of the crime in a matter of minutes, parking her bike a safe distance away and staring at the burning building. "Damn it." The she-devil was both angered and deeply saddened by the sight in front of her. Her aura flared for the first time in a long time, static crackling around her. She could feel something abnormal around but something was scrambling her reading, disabling her from identifying who or what it was, but there it was clear as day. Her eyes caught site of the emblem on the man's belt buckle and she had an idea of who it was, but why would Deadpool be lighting the shop on fire? "I'm not a patient person, you know this Wade. If that's really you in there." She remarked pulling her twin pistol's from their holsters. The fact that she couldn't get a read on the man's aura placed doubt in her mind that, this was in fact her friend. "If you want to play, get to it."   

+Brideofsparda

Trish inclined her head a touch, not sure what to say. She'd never really bought into the whole her basically being human notion. She wasn't. She realized a long time ago that, that wasn't a flaw. Being a demon did not define her, because she wouldn't let it. She shook her head. "Thank you, your words mean a great deal, but I realized that being a demon didn't define who I was a while ago. Dante helped me discover that I didn't have to follow the road that was paved for me, but ultimately my self discovery was done on my own."  She rolled her shoulders back, not wanting Eva to take her words the wrong way, what Eva had said only reaffirmed what she had learned and that did in fact mean a great deal to the she-devil.

"After all, that's where I've been all of this time since I left Dante's shop." She added.   

❝Aren’t you already?❞ Demon jokes aside. ❝You look like you’ve been taking it easy. Have you been slacking?❞ Lifting a hand, Lady held up one finger and shook it side to side. 

"I took a slight break from hunting, sue me." She shrugged and gave a soft chuckle. "It's good to see you, by the way." 

❝Well would you look at that.❞

Trish quirked a brow at the women, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Well I'll be damned." 

+Childrenoflifeanddeath

Ace shrugs. "Doesn't sound like you're getting old. Is sounds like you're starting to relax and enjoy yourself~" he muses warmly

Trish shrugged. "I guess, I miss hunting, I just realize that I should take more breaks than I give myself. The world isn't going to fall apart, Dante and Lady can pick up some slack." 

"Well, you know I enjoy the blood~ but, that’s here in or there. I’m sure you’d find the peaceful life boring. Nothing exciting happens that you enjoy after all~"

"--It's kind of nice actually." She stopped there not wanting to go on some emotional rant about how it was nice to realize she was something outside of the demonic realm. She was a person with likes and interests and not all of them were killing demons, tracking demons, questioning demons and then killing more demons. "I sound like I'm getting old." She chuckled. 

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Demon Dean

Dean rinses his face off in the mirror and looks up trying to focus. He’s having a hard time considering his vison keeps going from his emerald green eyes to pitch black and back and forth. It’s like his body is trying to decide whether or not to reject the new demonic power that dwells within him. He lets out a frustrated scream and hits the bathroom sink as hard as he can. Unfortunately he ends up breaking it, making water go everywhere, flooding the hotel room. Instead of cleaning it up he just grabs his things and takes them to the impala. He drives down the road about thirty miles or so before pulling into a gas station.

Normally he wouldn’t want anyone to see him like this. He was all over the place and wasn’t quite sure what to do yet there were only a handful of people that even knew how to handle a demon properly. Dean picks up his phone and dials. He becomes impatient waiting for them to answer the phone and when it reaches the voicemail he takes a deep breath. “Please call me back as soon as you can. I can’t do this, I can’t keep control of myself. Help me please!” He hangs up the phone, drives the impala down to the lake and parks it, determined not to move until someone called him back. 

Trish felt something off in the air, despite how much she wanted to maintain a normal life for the time being, the feeling continued to eat at her. It didn't feel right to ignore her instincts like this. She started in the direction of the aura not sure what to expect. She found the man sitting in the car, his distress practically radiating off of him. 

She took a few quick strides up and tapped on the glass with one long red nail. She could feel that this was the source of her nagging worry and didn't know what kind of reaction her presence would elicit. "You okay in there?" She wondered out loud.