It was no secret that demons fed off the inhibitions of mortals. Off their shoved under the rug thoughts and emotions, that which left them ashamed and fearful. But, it was also quite possible that the hunger for such feelings came from a sense of kinship to it. For certainly now, Kavra felt at home in the throngs of people seeking only company tonight. The terror that had ravaged so many earth cities brought a deep unsettling fog over most minds, a fog that many were able to dispel with company and fruity drinks. And that's just what this establishment contained in boatloads. Lonely people making bad decisions, and desperate people trying to make worse ones. And a demon like the Kazabada? He had a nose for that sort of person.

He was as popular as he had ever been before, his blue skinned form easily disguised by large baggy earth clothes. It didn't make him look human, but the covering of horns and his telltale Other World clothing made him seem a stronger candidate for a Xeno immigrant on a travelling visa than a creature from the otherside. It did also help that he had become quite adept in hiding his energy signature, something he once seemed to have such a trouble with before his horns rose through. Alot of things had changed since those poked up and out on his scalp, and the return to the Demon Realm had helped those changes flourish. But here in the human world, old habits bubbled upward again, and his socialite nature saw him as the arm of many different club patrons. Each arm was chosen carefully, links in the chain that would lead him to an eventual destination. The destination being a particular slumped and brooding Saiyan at the bar. 

Not that he knew that the man was a Saiyan when he sidled up next to him, just that his posture gave away a tension of waiting and anticipation, and the muted scent of a hunt. Although, not a very sporting hunt, seeing as how any ambition of it was muted beneath the alcohol he had just been delivered. 

"Do you have any idea how much of that swill you'll have to drink to get yourself anywhere close to face down in some kind of puddle? Sweetheart, this is a nightclub, people drink to dance. It's not some ragged downtown bar where you drink with the hopes of finding a knife in your stomach by the end of the night. People here are looking to get pierced in all other sorts of ways. I think...." And suddenly his bright drink wasn't the only blue thing resting on the counter. The demon skipped seats, and simply sat in front of him with little care for how the bartender might react. 

"Not that I think you're one so easily bogged down by spirits. Even the hardiest drinks, whose only intent is to drown sorrow and memory.... koo, koo, kooo...", a long nail rested against his cerulean lips, a padlock against a spreading smile. "I think we have that in common, you big man."

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He quirked a dark blue brow, revealing the crimson glint that burned like an ember in the shadows it moved. The eyes themselves were golden, not that you could tell in the shifting atmosphere of the night clubs spectrum. "Xeno? You're a Xeno yourself you know. Far from native to this rock." A nail drifted over the man, hovering around some indentations and recesses caused by a stifled mass in his jacket. 

"Now, I'm no expert in human anatomy, but I don't think they have those... whatever it is little limb you're keeping tucked away in your coat there." Confidence was surging in the blue demon, and that was revealed quite plainly when he scooped up the mans drink right from under him and just powered it down. But, if the saiyan expected his current evening companion to sip or gulp, he would be quite surprised at the proper outcome. That being a long and incredibly flexible tongue unfurling from Kavra's mouth and filling the dimensions of the glass like a sponge. It took only a moment for it to be drawn back, reeling back into his mouth like a fishing line.

An empty glass was slid the mans way, spindling on its base before finding balance.

"And see, I barely feel a thing.... koo, koo... koo...", he resists the urge to belch loudly, but a small gasp of air does make it past his lips, only to be blown over Okata's head in a stream of air sure to ruffle a few of those rigid saiyan hairs. 

"You didn't need that anyway, muffin, you look like you're about to drop dead. Poor thing... heheh....", he went about settling in more comfortably on his countertop throne, and looked down on the barstool commoner beneath him, as if his eyes might draw some form of extra knowledge from his face, beneath the evershifting spectrum of light that the club continued to expose them to.

"So... what I want you to do, you wild haired vagabond.... order a meal. Lets move to a booth... and from there you can tell me what happened, hm?" He leaned over, invasive to be sure, but it was not intimate. He leaned over like an animal inspects a corpse. To make sure its dead. "Tell me what happened to the energy signatures out back. They vanished, right before you came in. Really quite a coincidence. If I weren't so attentive, I may not have noticed, small as they were. But... I did. What was so important about coming in here.... you had to kill for it?" 

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“Get me whatever food you have available-”

The way that the saiyan stopped dead in his tracks almost sent a shiver up Kavra's spine. It wasn't everyday that you were able to so cleanly nail a persons hand to the table with words, but the Kazabada did find himself in the position of hammer more often than most. Something about paying attention, and something else about having a demons knack for such things. "Uhuehuehue..." He rolled out the oddly shaped laughter as he gave the bartender a confident wink. The man behind the bar hadn't heard Kavra's incriminating statements, and as far as he was concerned, this wink only informed him that whatever Okata was ordering? It was for Kavra. 

And it was likely possible that Okata was walking a well worn path here... Kavra did frequent this place more often than most.

Kazabada took his time making his way towards Okata, as it was obvious where the power currently lay in this dynamic. He could take all the time he needed, waltzing through the crowd, and slowly, almost sensually, sliding into the booth. He was loving it. Something base and demonic, just watching someone else  squirm... or in Okata's case: simmer with indignation.


“First Off: You do not tell anyone about this. I have enough trouble as it is. The only reason I'm here is so I can find a captain to take me off this rotten piece of junk. Nothing more, nothing less. They got in my way when I was trying to enter. Any other questions? Because if not, I'm eating and leaving”


Kavra paid little attention to Okata until the food arrived, the words washing over the blue man, and settling around him. Until he could pick through them, just like his clawed hands were currently picking through Okata's plate of food, shredding and pulling away morsel after morsel into the insatiable maw of the demon.

"What makes you think, tailypo, that you have any feet to stand on, talking to me?" The red glow that festered within those shadow eyes was apparent, now that the shadows of the booth seat shouldered them from much of the shifting hues of color that spread from the center of the club. "What makes you think... that I'm just some bumbling boytoy club junkie who's just barreling through this conversation like a buffoon? You are a brute... sir. An absolute slugger. Killing those men, and you didn't even need to! With your power you could have just incapacitated them. But you killed them. It's heartless, you're a fiend of the highest order! Koo koo koo! You lack finesse of any kind, and its apparent by the way you blunder around."

He looked at him, awaiting a reaction, but only so he could cut off the man when he began to speak, if he did. If not? He would just continue after a few moments. "What makes you think.... you get to walk away from this? Hm? I could be a member of that intergalactic, or even earthly policing force that you so fear, couldn't I?" He leaned over, his hands forming a cradle in which his head rocked lazily back and forth. It was something a child would do.

"What makes you think that your actions, don't have consequences?" A toothless dark smile was all that awaited Okata now. And, he would now be
given his chance to speak. 

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If Kavra was intimidated in any way by Okata's attitude and quite plain threat on the demons health, he didn't show it. He didn't show it when he gleefully tittered to himself like a young girl, and he didn't show it when he peeled off another long strand of meat from whatever undisclosed roast animal it was that Okata had ordered. "Oh Tailypo, you're really right on the money! I am not part of any regulatory force that you know or have any knowledge of! That is true, koo, koo, koo... And! You also guessed exactly what makes me different from them! You could kill them, couldn't you Taily? And they killed you. There's the difference! You couldn't kill me. And I haven't killed you yet." He was immensely grave for a moment, but his own gleeful nature turned against him and he drew from his solemn visage first a 'cute' little pout, and then what amounted to a charming grin in any situation but this. 

Suddenly, with a few twitches of his smile widening, he lifted up in the air the remaining scrap of food that he hadn't chopped off, and wiggled it above Okata's head. He expected that the man's eyes would follow it, if for no reason other than indignation and a sense of distaste for the entire situation.

"But..." He continued wiggling, as if he was trying to play with a cat who hungered for dinner table food. "I do not hate you Tailypo! In fact, koo, koo, koo.... I *like* you." His smile turned a few shades more genuine, and his shadowed eyes leaned forward to peer into Okata's. It was up to the saiyan if he could stand to make eye contact. At the very least, he finally slid the last piece of meat slowly through his lips, keeping that eye contact. But, it was no longer being dangled in such a carefree and mocking manner.

"I admire your brutality, and she shadows of strength that I surely see appearing in you. I am almost.... enraptured with the possibilities of the two of us. Here and now. I will make you an offer, Tailypo. It is up to you if you are wise enough to take it. I will teach you finesse, I will teach you to work with a gentler hand, and I will provide you a place on my ship. I am leaving this planet soon, for a time. To gather myself, and then I shall return to settle my ambition. So your options are thus: Join me. Learn to be less of raging and feral mutt. Learn to be a majestic and terrifying force of nature. Find your way off of this planet.... or stay here and remain a foolish and rotten criminal. Your choice."

Patiently he waited like a statue, the only sign of life or movement was the occasional flickering of a snake like tongue, and the catch of light on eyes that slowly dragged themselves across Okata's features. Back, and forth.

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"I do not see you as some diplomat, stuffed into a pleasing suit and made to dance for the amusement of those whose opinions matter even a sliver. I see you as a killing tool, Tailypo. I just want you to know the difference between breaking the door, and breaking the lock. Eehhehe?" He chuckles, licking whatever flakes of flavor may remain from his meal off of his blue fingers. He was having a wonderful time, truly. It was his first time since his return from the demon realm that he had found anyone he even considered almost worthwhile as some form of ally or confidant. And it was a most welcome change of pace to be certain. As much as he was a slave to pleasures and distraction as any demon, it never captured his heart like the rising of ambition did. And currently this ambition did continue to rise with a fury.

"You are right of course, Tailypo. I am not a 'xeno'. I'm not from this world, or any world. I am a demon. A creature rejected from the light of the true world, kept in a hole beneath the universe for eons. But, I do intend to change that, and you... will be an excellent instrument of that will. We can help eachother, and I will supply you with your resources, if you will stand by my dream." 

He smiles sweetly, offering a clawed hand for Okata to shake. If the saiyan can stand it of course. 

"And it goes without saying, my birth is a matter of utmost secrecy! I can't be discovered you know.... the Shinjin don't take kindly to my sort....koo, koo, koo."


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