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[h1][center][color=royalblue]Rufus[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Rufus could hardly finish one school girl before the incessant siren song of his latest acquisition grated one too many nerves. Licking his fingers of the mess her turned, taking in the mason jar tinged a light yellow from the fluids therein and saw the sliver of arm encrusted in singing rock. He could have sent it into a volcano but in spite of losing a hand to it, the rock was a delightful mystery for the bum to unravel. He looked at his hands, one chapped and scuffed while the other was pristine new flesh, an incongruity that brought a smirk to his lips. [color=royalblue]"A whole body for a hand? Hardly a fair trade, but have to be sporting."[/color] 

If he didn't play by the rules, what was the point of playing at all? May as well leave the dimension. In the spirit of such he snagged up his Jarate and tucked it into his cloak. He closed his eyes, hunched over in his cardboard fort of connected boxes and let the song fill his mind. 

[color=royalblue]"Destination set. Hmph, would have been convenient if not for the exploding bit."[/color] An effort of will and there was no floor beneath him, the skein of reality pinched together and the Demon now sat upon a rather dreary bar. Opening his eyes let him see the entire bar....because he'd come down on the wrong side and was staring into a wall length mirror. Rolling with it he hopped down, finding himself on the bartender's side and snatching up a pint glass that was shoved beneath the nearest tap.

[color=royalblue]"How do you folks do? Can I get you anything on the house? I ain't the house so it's no skin off my bones, Oh ho!"[/color] The demon chortled, eyes skimming across the small gathering, noting the continued trend of demon's looking like ageless youths...and a Demon Hunter. [color=royalblue]"Huh, strange to see a Hunter here. What, are you looking to become a Feeder and thought someone here would help?"[/color]  

He didn't sound bothered by it, already sliding a drink towards the only designated driver in the room and moving to polish a glass with a rag he just happened to find.