[center][i][b]Juan & Damon[/center][/b][/i]

It was just another day for Damon. Wandering the world, looking for something to do. He would normally occupy his time doing research and learning, but even that gets boring sometimes. He picked up videogames for a bit, inspirational, but never stayed around long enough to really get hooked. He meant to follow some rumors to a settlement that was having some trouble with robbers, but Damon never bothered to ask directions and quickly got lost. Best he could guess was that he was near Loom, and that was only because he happened to pass Loom a few days ago. He could be anywhere as far as he knew.

But trouble had a way of finding Damon if he couldn't find it himself. It didn't seem like much at first; as he was walking along the side of a road he came across what appeared to be a broken down car. A tire was flat and the blinkers were on, so Damon foolishly thought that maybe the owner simply ran into a flat. He went over to investigate but noticed no driver. In fact, the keys were still in the ignition. There was no sigh that the car was hit or for any struggle. It all screamed supcious until, seeing a reflection in the window, he saw something try to sneak up on him.

Damon dodged out of the way to see some sort of hairy humanoid creature with a cudgel take a swing at him. [b]"Oh look, it's big foot."[/b] The beast didn't trade verbal jabs and instead charged at Damon. He strank into a small puddle which the creature stepped on, catching his foot and causing him to fall. Damon rose back up and simply looked at the creature. [b]"Come on now, do you really want to mess with me? Just head back into the forest and think about your life."[/b] The creature got up and charged again and Damon repeated the trick. The pattern went on for a bit until Damon got fed up having to keep dodging the beasty, so when the creature charged again Damon spawned a large rock to land on the creature's head. It landed with a sickening crack. The creature was either dead or knocked out, but either way Damon killed and consumed it just to be safe. He also fixed up the car, figuring that he could make use of it.

Now behind the wheel of a old sedan, Damon drove on the roads looking for his next misadventure. The beast he consumed was some sort of savage ogre, attacking and eating passerbyes and animals. Oddly, no memory of if the creature killed the owner of the car and seem to have stumbled onto the location just as Damon had. Aside from that, the demon did't have any interesting memories aside from the location of a small town. It might be where Damon needed to go, so relying on the creature's memories he headed in that direction.

Sure enough, Damon found a small town. It barely looked like there were any houses here. There was a gasstation, a car shop, a little chain of shops like the drug store and a resturant, and what appeared to be a motel. Hardly a village, yet there was a sign saying "Town of Wherever". [b]"Wherever? Is that suppose to be a joke?[/b] Damon pulled into the gas station. He wasn't sure what the town's attitude towards demons were, so he took on the guise of an unassuming black man. Hopefully this town wasn't racist either.

Entering the gas station Damon browsed around. The clerk seemed to be more interested with his magazine than Damon. He looked around the shelves, whichc contained what you'd expect in a gas station: Junk Food, Cheap Car accessories, random household items. Damon brought a bag of chips and went up to the clerk. There he tried to see if he could get some information on the town. 

[b]"So... Quite town. I bet this place must have a lot going on."[/b]

"... Not really. Don't really get much travelers though. I've never seen you around here before."

[b]"Yeah, I was... I was just on my way become from Loom. I had the muchies and figured I'd stop by town here."[/b]

"That's nice. It's too bad this is a small town though. Not really much to do here except grow soybeans and maybe listen to the news."

[b]"No doubt... Is there anything else going on around here?"[/b]

"Well... No, not really. I heard there was some robberies, but they're not really something that anyone is concerned about."

[i]"Ah, a led. Better press for more questions."[/i] Though Damon paid for his bag of chips he stuck around to chat with the clerk. [b]"Robberies? You'd think someone would be worried about that."[/b]

"Yeah, but it's just that nothing was stolen, you know? Just a couple of people who noticed their doors were open or something. Honestly, even the sheriff can't make much of a case about it since it doesn't seem to be nothing more than breaking and entering."

Curios, Damon thanked the clerk and went on his way. Somehow he had thought that the robberies were going to be more... Exciting. He figured he could still try to look into it, but he felt that he'd just be wasting his time on nothing. Better safe than sorry he supposed.

Back in Kenan, Juan had just evaded Darius's goon security long enough to dial a very old number. He had his doubts it was still in service or the same person would pick it up, but it was the only lead he had for seeking out an old friend. He needed a favor as well as someone with destructive abilities and one demon, a slight shape shifter of sort was best description Juan could come with, had them. He only hoped he was free. 

Wasting little precious time until Darius's men found him, Juan's hand reached in and pressed the number tag, followed by call. His free hand brought forth the knife which had fallen out of Emmet's belt, currently stained with the owner's blood. With the right magic, it might be a decent way to seek out Emmet should Darius decide to move him to a more secure location. Unknown to the Fox, Juan was outside the door during the little phone's annoy as hell message and nothing escaped his attention. Every little detail was tied up in his memory. It just waited for him to deliver it to Emmet when the stupid man woke up. Inwardly he blamed Zi's idotic kindness for the whole mess and Darius's original suspicions though how the Fox knew Emmet was alive was something of a mystery. One he yet to solve. 

His teeth grounded for a bit during his wait, the dial tone vibrated off his ear until someone finally picked up. 

[b]"That's... That's dissapointing."[/b] Damon wasn't even sure why he got his hopes up. He didn't even shift into his demon form before he pratically solved the case of the "robberies". Though in truth, it was just some kids who broke into their own homes. How something this minor was worth rumors spanning to Loom was a mystery to Damon. Either way, he breated the kids who did it and was quickly back on the road. He was listening to the car's staticy radio when he felt a strange feeling within himself. A familiar yet also uncommon sensation. Someone was calling him.

Having no need to wear his disguise Damon returned to his original form. And while doing so, he answered his phone. [b]"Hey this is Damon, I might be a bit busy right now, but leave a message and number and I'm sure I'll get back to you soon."[/b] Jokingly reciting a faux answering message Damon waited to hear who called him.

"That's a hell of a hello sweet thing." Juan mused slightly, his voice fixed within his usual sweet and spicy nature. "Hey, wasn't sure if you changed your number or not, but I'm calling in a favor. A big one. Friend of mine seems to have lost his temper and currently beyond my aid alone to bail him out. However, if you're game then call me back. Really need the help here." 

[b]"Oh! Never thought I'd hear you on this line. How's it been?"[/b] Damon didn't really get an answer before Juan told him the nature of the call. It was some sort of rescue operation, which certainly was going to be much more interesting than foiling the mistakes of some latchkey kids. [b]"Yeah, sure, I can help out. Were you at? I'll get there A-S-A-P."[/b]

"Surprise, surprise ask for a miracle and I tend to answer. Yes, I think this task I have in mind is right up your alley and currently in Kenan but before we get started I need to make some preparations. One, I need to pop by my apartment and stock on things, supplies since he's in terrible shape. Next, we need to locate someone local who would be able to set us up with a safe house of sorts and well out of Darius's territory. I rather not have my boss chew my cute ass before I fix his mood. Despite the situation, Emmet's still his favorite which is why he's not dead. You also might want to buy a few supplies and I'll meet you in Loom shortly. Right now, I'm being tailed." Juan said, his head whipped about side to side to scan his surroundings. 

Damon said nothing and merely listened to what Juan had to say. Normally Damon does his best to keep out of Juan's business since they're not always.... Morally agreeable, but Damon wasn't one to betray a favor. Besides that, this was only a one off thing. Short of some really specific things, Damon could handle supply and armament himself. Though why Juan needed to save Emmet from Darius, and why they had to meet up in Loom, was a bit of a mystery to him. He figured that once he rendezvous with him however, he'll get the full details. For nowr now, Damon was going to set up some things in Loom, in case things get particularlly buggy.

"Any questions?" 

[b]"Yeah, just a couple. First what did Emmet do to piss off Darius? Second, where did Emmet go? Also, what do you need me to get, and where in Loom should I meet you? Lastly, who's following you and should I get ready to deal with them?"[/b]

"Answer one, he held a gun to his head and threaten to shot him. In addition Darius already accused him of kidnapping his sister which he didn't do so both in the wrong in this situation. Emmet just happened to come out worse in the end. Two, he's still at Darius's mansion home locked in the guest house. Ton of security and goons more willing to blow your head off when they catch you trespassing. And Three, currently you know that old tavern? Hog's Head or something like that, meet me there and if you know someone local to help then bring them there as well. Get this all out of the way. Shit, gotta to sweet thing but I'll call you later." With that, Juan quickly hung up. 

[b]"Mmm. Ciao!"[/b] Damon hung up his phone and floored it to Loom. Time was of the Essence, plus he was going to need to make another call himself. Two calls in one day, this was definately more exciting that foiling a robbery.
With an eye on the road Damon began to search his memories for some information. He knew a guy who knew a guy, and Damon was going to talk to him about setting up a safe house for Juan and Emmet. With any luck, they'd be near Loom as well. He took out his phone and made a few calls.

[b]"Yeah... Hey, I'd like to pass a message along to your boss. Yes, I know. I want to talk to Crow."[/b]