[center]Although Kanaris' appearance in his true form was brief, it was enough it seemed, that it sent out a large radius of his scent to the lesser demons. Larger demons seemed to dismiss this small, brief scent for nothing but another low demon, and ignored. But the lesser demons, they felt a sort of attraction to it, sort of like bees to honey or bugs to light or some other very accurate comparison. As such, although Kanaris resided over the city district of Platinum City from whence he enjoyed perusing through the human advances in technology, small demons propped up from everywhere. From simply things as ebbing from the shadowy parts of sidewalk cracks or to drastic measures as erupting from the fog rising in a passerby's glasses, it was accurate to say the occasion caused for quite a havoc. And it wasn't only in the downtown this happened. Even the haven past the gates of DHA were unsafe as raindrops fell and hissed, turning into small demons upon landing, attaching to one another in a sort of protective hive. Debris from the sand and fallen leaves rushed up in gusts of winds, halfway transforming into small demons that attached themselves to living things. Bugs were lit up in small puffs of fire, trees dug into with sharp teeth, sucked dry by a multitude of fattening monsters. And as these little demons continued on their rushes of pure desire, soon it was evident that the safe eden of the Academy had been breached, and the students in their studies had no way of knowing it. Good thing not everyone was studying. --- [b]Gabriel "Angel" Avlon[/b][/center] At the light pitter pattering of rain, Angel inwardly cursed those Above- both biblically and governmentally- tugging on his collar as though trying to hope a hood wood appear. As it was, only his hefty locks of blonde protected him from the rain, which isn't to say it did much given his face- which was a very important part in his opinion- was still left unguarded to the infrequent droplets. "Augh," the blonde groaned as he wiped at his face with his sleeves. "This is ridiculous, why am I even out here, swear to-" His mouth promptly stopped moving at a sound, however. Turning his head, his hands already reaching behind his back, his blue eyes met up with red. A timid, "Excuse me?" escaped out of the girl's mouth, and Angel noted then that said girl was in a wheelchair, holding a closed umbrella. Alright, he thought to himself, his mind whirring at a supersonic speed- how dumb could this chick get? A wheelchair? Couldn't she get training to be a Tamer for that? And why the fuck was her umbrella closed? Did she not realize it was fucking raining out? Wait. A wheelchair? As Angel pondered on it more, his eyes narrowing into thought, he reminisced over the last two shitty days and how both patrolling areas were wheelchair inaccessible which wasn't a fucking problem given that demons were more functional in terms of rides for the disabled. But nevermind that. "Holy fuck," were the first two words Angel chose to share with his partner. "Don't tell me- you're my partner?" His hand left the case behind his back as he covered his face in distress instead, shouting rhetorics left and right- "Where the fuck have you been? Why the fuck are you late? You're umbrella's fucking closed?" As he rambled and groaned, he almost didn't notice a bubbling on his sleeve, the spot of rain he'd wiped on it turning into a small hissing fuss. Almost. With the trained swiftness of a maestro, Angel whipped out his bow from the case in his bag, using it to shove at the small demon, tossing the ball of pure hissy fit onto the ground. Turning to his partner, he snorted, "The name's Angel. Can you fight?" --- [center][b]Ixion Farbright[/b][/center] "Well I mean," started Ixion as he opened up his crossbow slightly, raising it to cover Ase, "I don't think it's too mysterious. I think there was a weather report on it, but I'm not too sure." The idiot smiled brightly as infrequent patters of rain dropped from the dark sky and onto his shield, Ixion not even thinking for a heartbeat if the Lady was waterproof, too busy trying to keep his partner dry. Of course, he wasn't entirely too sure if Ase really wanted to be dried in his way, but given that she had approached him closer than she'd ever before (without him being in any sort of life-or-death danger), he reckoned she'd want something like this. To Ixion, he had learned that his partner was the quiet sort, with a face that liked to frown more than smile, sort of like a princess. And so, with that deduction, he'd come to the conclusion that Ase was indeed a princess, and he did her best to spoil her whenever she seemed to need it. Like now, for instance, with the rain shielding thing. Her frown was different, too, with a hint of distress, which Ixion assumed to be because of the rain. No princess liked to get wet, after all. It truly is amazing, what with Ixion's amazing observation abilities that he still amounted to be such an idiot. "Well, if it makes you feel better," started the taller teen, "it doesn't seem like it'll be much worse. I think it'll be a small drizzle at best." And it seemed as though he said those words, the drops of rain that had gathered on Lady Whiplash formed into several demons in a mix of dark and red, the smaller ones sticking together and turning into a bigger blob of ugly, the newly formed larger ones oozing to get closer to the arm attached to the bow. "Woah!" exclaimed Ixion in shock, swinging down his arm to try and fling the demons off, accidentally hitting Ase in the head at the same time. Raising his hand in shock, the demons having been thrown off, he exclaimed apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, I really didn't meant to!!" His unarmed arm wrapped around Ase's head, his hand rubbing the pain away as a mother would to a child, his other arm rising and letting loose a flurry of arrows that shot at the demons, they burning and rising into hits of squealing hisses, smoke rising as their bodies eroded. "Are you okay?" he asked, letting go of Ase, his left hand tugging on the crossbow on his right, rigging Lady Whiplash to it's full open width.