[center][h1]Damian, The Bouncer[/h1]
[i]A short Collab by [@Raijinslayer]&[@Fallenreaper], starring Damian and Mercy[/i]
One Night in Hell Club, right outside the building.
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[b]Day 1 (Arc 2): Around 7pm[/b][hr]
Damian wandered along the edge of the dance floor, now back in his normal guise, scanning for Cortes’ presence within the club. Unfortunately, where the Co-owner was at the moment, it didn’t seem to be here, which was a worrying fact in and of itself considering that it was opening night. You’d think he’d want to be here to claim at least some credit for the restoration of the club, even if Damian was certain that the man had very little to do with the renovation process. Not only that, but his secondary target had also started to move, the dark haired Licentia having made her way to the bar and began a conversation with the Bartender, Rich. 

He was about to move in a little closer, wanting to be ready to spring into action in case Corinna tried to pull another move like last time, only for something else to grab his attention. A small figure was weaving their way through the gyrating crowds, trying their best to remain unnoticed though the annoyed glances of several other patrons spoke volumes of her effectiveness in that regard. 

[color=Thistle][i]A minor?[/i][/color] He pondered the internal question a bit, eyes flitting back and forth between the retreating figure and where he knew Corinna to be, before letting out a sigh. With some hesitation, he stepped forward onto the dance floor, hsi former shifting ever slightly under the flashing lights, his small frame filling out and growing as he aged his appearance a few years. He had to better look the part of a bartender, and it would be rather difficult to convince the sneaky intruder to leave the premises peacefully if he looked as if he didn’t belong in here either. Of course, Damian himself didn’t really feel equipped to be in such a establishment himself, if he was being honest, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.

As he moved through the clubgoers, ushering no small amounts of [color=thistle]’excuse me’[/color]s and apologizes as he did so, he quickly found that this his plan to try and cut through the crowd hadn’t accounted for one important detail: it was bringing him in rather close proximity to people. The swirling pulse of their Vis surrounding him was very, very intoxicating right now, his eyes taking on a rather intense pink-violet glow again as his baser impulses rose to the surface once more. Taking a deep breath, he forced those feelings deep down inside of him once more, keeping his focus locked on his target as he picked up the pace, easily able to duck and weave his way around anyone in his path. Hopefully the intruding kid  didn’t notice him, but even if they did, it wasn’t like they could hide. He’d already locked onto her Vis signature, so no amount of crowd ducking would possibly cause him to lose his trail.

Mercy shifted and shoved her way through the crowds. Several individuals grumbled or pushed back, causing her to glare back with heated venom in her expression. It had taken some time to place Cortes’ little ‘present’ for the club’s opening. Especially finding the right spot that was out of the way and no one accidently stumbled across. If things went badly, the asshole would have her skin for sure. 

Her golden eyes shifted from right to left, seeking something. She was drawn to a nearby wall causing her to walk to the thinnest part of the crowd. Her light black hair bounced around with her movements as she quickly stepped toward it. 

Damian’s pursuit was silent and swift as he came up behind the girl, reaching out to grab her(gently) by the shoulder, while also further announcing his presence via clearing his throat. 

[color=thistle]“Excuse me Miss, but I’m going to have to see some ID.”[/color] His voice rumbled slightly, having manipulated his vocal chords to drop a couple octaves so that he sounded more ‘authoritative’ as he started down at the young girl, who didn’t look much older than, say. . . 15. . . maybe 16 years old. Definitely not old enough to be in here, at least appearance-wise. Though considering how Damian usually appeared, those tended not to be as sound a method of detection as it likely was before Licentia came here, but the law needed to be enforced none the less.

[color=Thistle]”If you do happen to be a minor. . .  please don’t try and run. It’d bother the other patrons a great deal, and I don’t think either of us want that . . . right?”[/color] damian tried to give a friendly grin, but mixed with the timbre of his voice and the fact that his eyes were still glowing a rather intense shade, it probably came off as a bit more as a threat then he had intended.

Mercy had to give the staff credit… they were scary as hell. Her figure stopped in its tracks when she turned, her neck hairs on end with tension. She noticed the glowing pinkish-violet eyes and the ‘friendly’ grin which looked a lot like a cat with a mouse in paw. [i]Fuck![/i] She muttered. Casually, she twisted about giving the man a fake smile. His grip didn’t loosen from her shoulder making her inwardly flinch before she seemed to reach into her back pocket. 

“Yeah, sure… right here,” Abruptly she stepped into his foot’s inside then bolted past him for the bar, the wall currently not an option now. 

Damian let out a sigh of relief as the girl seemed to comply with his request, taking note of her appearance, most notably those intense gold- 

[color=Thistle] “Ah!”[/color] He exclaimed, more out of shock than anything else, as the girl suddenly slammed her foot down on his own. While the action itself didn’t really hurt all to much, the surprise of it caused Damian’s grip to loosen just enough that she was able to slip out of his grasp as she turned to ran. Damian let out a muttered curse, his annoyance and irritation at this latest screw-up only adding to the headache that the club was starting to inflict on him. Quickly, he drew upon his inner reserves of Vis, the faint glimmer of horns beginning to wrap around his head as he cast a quick spell with a wave of his hand. A pair of black tendrils appeared from her shadow and weaved themselves in a tight knot around her ankles, halting her movement as she was briefly anchored to the ground, the forward momentum likely bring her crashing either to the ground or the other patrons. The tendrils themselves would snap from the force of her ceased momentum, having accomplished all he’d need them to do in the short time he’d had to react.

Whatever the case, it would hopefully slow her down enough for Damian to catch up with her, his swift movements bringing him to the girl’s side in moments. Any hint of a smile was gone from his face, a look of irritation clear on his face(though it was more at himself than at her).

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