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Valon interacting with [@Emma]

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[color=a95353][color=tan][b]“Oh no, sorry ma'am, Val here is new to town and he started to wonder around. He is quite interested in the old world. You could say it's almost like he lived in it somedays. But me and him have to get going, we got lots of places to be.”[/b][/color]

Cal placed his hand on Valon's shoulder and turned to go out the door, his arm pulled rather hard as Cal was not expecting to meet a resistance similar to a brick wall. He damn near tripped himself over, he caught himself haphazardly his coffee sloshing under the rim of his cup spilling on his hand. Cal bite his tongue as various words of dirty nature crossed his mind like a well figured woman. His face creased into a mix between agitation and misgivings. He was about to say something but when Valon reached his hand up and placed it on top of his the look of pain was replaced on his face as there was a very low crack in the joints of his fingers as Valon squeezed his hand. His fingers crunched together as his mouth opened to scream but he forcefully smiled at Alice like nothing was really going on.

[color=tan][b]“Val... we really gotta... go.”[/b][/color]

Cal was speaking liking he had to take a huge dump and was squeezing for dear life. His face twitched as sweat poured down his head, there was another very low crack as Cal let out a yelp and quickly forced it into a weird laugh.

[color=tan][b]“Well perhaps.. we can spare.. some time. Yeah we.. we definitely.. got time.”[/b][/color]

A low squeal was holding in Cal's throat before Valon finally released the grip on his hand, he yanked it back, slowly though. His fingers looked like spiders legs, they somewhat bent inward and blood was pooled the tips of his fingers. He quickly put his hand in his pocket as he smiled at Alice again.

[color=tan][b]“Why don't we go over here I think I see something interesting.”[/b][/color]

Cal walked further into the store and found a nook out of sight and a distance from the counter, at least as far as he could. Valon followed almost methodically disappearing from view as Cal's eye's were still slightly popped out of his head. The blood was slowly starting to leave his face, he was furiously shaking his hand like it had fallen asleep, it was white as a ghost but regaining its color. Cal moved in and spoke very lowly to Valon, his tone was of anger.

[color=tan][b]“Damn it, were you trying to break my damn hand you psychopath. What the hell is with you? I told you to wait by the car, I wasn't in there for longer than five minutes and you were gone.”[/b][/color]

Cal hissed into Valon's ear as he bore his eye's into Valons, to be honest Valon didn't give a damn one way or the other about Cal or his demand. Even the insult about him being a psychopath didn't bother him, however Cal placing his hand on his shoulder and treating him a child who didn't listen, that was another story entirely.

[b]“Shut...up... or your going to find that squished fingers are the least of your worries Calvin. I do not work for you, nor do you have any kind of pull over what I do or where I go. The only reason I am entertaining this fellowship at is all is because it was requested of me. Don't mistake that smile from earlier as a sign that I like you, or even that I care you exist.”[/b]

Cal's face crunched up into an expression of one who was hurt and equally angry, very much like a man just got slapped right in the face by a perfect stranger on the street. He shook his head frustrated at the whole situation. This had to be by far the worst situation he had ever found himself in, at least when Valon had him chained to a wall he knew where he actually stood but this was far beyond that. In fact he was afraid for his life, Valon was not the nicest of demons, in fact he was known for working alone. Anyone who worked with him couldn't handle his cold attitude, or the fact that he knew about one thousand ways to kill one, if they be supernatural or man. He wasn't a Guardian but he damn well knew about Valon and his tendencies to kill in the blink of an eye.

[color=tan][b]“You know what I don't that you exist either.. I truly don't. I thought you might be different but you are the exact same. I must have been crazy to think this kind of match up could ever work. Do what you want, I have better things to do than entertain a monster such as you.”[/b][/color]

Cal turned to walked away but when Valon's hand hit his shoulder and squeezed with the force of of two large rocks crushing against each other he found him seeing stars through the pain. He found himself lowering to his knee's.

[b]“Call me a monster... one more time... and you will know what a true monster is...”[/b]

Valon whispered the words directly into Cal's ear, his entire body shook, for the first time since they had meant each other again his danger intuition was screaming inside. He could feel panic bubbling up inside as he turned his head slowly to face the demonic gaze of a thousand deaths. He couldn't bare to keep eye contact as he forced himself to look away. What was worse is Cal could feel the anger radiating from Valon's every syllable, it felt like a pit of infinite hatred.  He had hit quite the sore spot and he felt his life flashing before his eye's now because of it. When the hold on his shoulder suddenly relinquished he found himself normal again, the feeling of fear slowly fading from him. He shook his head, the transition was so instantaneous it felt like he had for that moment just been in some sort of dream.

When he looked back Valon was holding out something to him, he looked at the object and realized it was his cup of coffee. He must have let go of it when Valon grabbed him, he got back fully to his feet and took the cup from him swallowing hard. What was it with this demon? One second he was so cold and scary you feel like your life is about to end and in the next he is emotionless like nothing had ever happened.

[color=tan][b]“I... will wait outside.”[/b][/color]

Cal sounded defeated as he rolled his shoulder a couple times reappearing from around the shelving, he smiled at Alice but it was a rather pitiful smile, he exited the shop as Valon came around the shelving and walked up to the counter. Slowly reaching into his pocket he removed something from it, it was small, reaching forward he lay it on the counter for Alice to see. It was a ring, a rather ancient looking ring, from appearance it was bronze in nature and very faded, the band had small delicate engravings that spiraled the band, the head of the ring was a roman coin depicting a roman emperor. He looked into her eye's briefly before he spoke, the light Albanian accent playing through:

[b]“Do you buy antiques here? If so I would like to sell this, it is Roman made, many years old. From the various items within your store I can tell you appreciate antiquities. This one in particular could use a new home, if your interested.”[/b]

Valon was direct with Alice, a convincing teenager he did not make that was for certain however when it was all said and done a human Alice did not make it seemed. So in this instance he supposed that it made no real difference at this exact moment.[/color]