Theater Issues (Devi and Onyx Work Thread)

It seemed that there was one thing after another happening since the demons had come here. First it was being introduced to Junction and its vast sea of people and places to visit. Then it was actually purchasing the theater they were to live in and work out of only to find that the theater was uninhabitable and unsafe to do business out of because of one “tiny” problem. Ink spirits that had no ties to them. The guy that sold them the theater had sold it for cheap price and was in a hurry to hand them the keys.  While the demon at first thought he had landed a good bargain and the guy was just relieved to have some money, he now understood clearly why the man wanted the building as far away from him as possible.

The ink spirits inside, they were hostile, mischievous and territorial to boot! This wasn’t a problem the first day the place was in their hands, but in time the spirits began to show their asses and managed to chase the trio out of their new home! It was freaking unbelievable and you know what was even more embarrassing than that? The issue was so bad that the demon had to actually put a flyer out for an exorcist or someone to come help with siad issue because despite their best efforts these ink spirits existed both in the real world and within the other world of the screens. Meaning the only way to get rid of them was to kill them from within and outside of the screens...a task impossible when said creature could jump in and out of the screen and due to the fact the demons were ink based they could only half kill them regardless if they were in the screens or not! Yes the situation was indeed frustrating, but what was one to do? The demon had put that flyer out two days ago and still no one came, so he supposed he would have to find some way of stopping them on his own. But what to how was the question.

The demon would ponder this as he stood on the corner across from his theater, his arms folded across his chest as he flicked his tail. B and Sinclair were out for the time being to get some tools to fix what the little monsters were destroying leaving Devi with clean up duty as usual. He needed a plan of attack, so he tried to make one believing no help would come today either.

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The demon would continue to think until quite unexpected he was interrupted by something being put in his face and a voice. The whole ordeal startled him a bit causing him to jump as he instinctively took a step back from the thing in his face to put a bit of distance between it and himself and also just to see it better. Flicking his tail, he would take note that the thing before him was the flyer he had put up for assistance with the problem at hand, so did that mean….? The demon would blink and look up at the source of the voice and the surprise. It was a man that lacked any color and had horns on top of his head. Definitely one of the stranger beings he had seen, but nothing to make a fuss about. This one had asked him a question, no?

The demon would look the guy up and down before his dark eyes settled on the other’s strange black and white eyes as they narrowed slightly and the demon spoke. “Your assumption is correct this time around, but I would advise being careful about waving stuff in people’s faces without giving a warning. You could’ve been injured you know?” the demon would say with a grin, but then after a while he would sink back into seriousness. “That aside, I assume since you have my lovely flyer you’re either here to fuss about the quality or how long it has been up. Or you’re actually here to take the job. You don’t seem like a law enforcer or critic so I assume the last option yes?” The demon would tilt his head at the other, his expression neutral despite the prospect of someone potentially coming to help him with this mess. He didn’t want his hopes up only to be shot down.

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“You shouldn’t assume something is harmless or just capable of biting just because they are unarmed, ya know?” the demon would respond back as he folded his arms a bit and looked up at the other with an even expression. The demon would flick his tail as he observed the other, taking note of his demanor and way and way of speaking. To what he heard, the demon raised an eyebrow. “Hmm? You saying you have the ability to block pain then, or do you get bitten so much it doesn’t even matter to ya anymore?” It was a curiosity for sure and something the demon kind of wanted to know considering it could be problematic if the guy did somehow get injured and didn’t notice it. He wondered if he needed to be concerned about keeping an extra eye on the guy or not. Huh. Well he supposed that he would have to see in time.

That aside, the demon would shrug at the other. “I wouldn’t say it is illegal, but honestly as long as that has been up there, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone on the more “keep the city” clean side reported it is all.” Even if it wasn’t illegal, that ad wasn’t his best work so someone reporting it to a law enforcer for being litter wouldn’t be a surprise. Anyway, hearing the rest of the words, he would give the other a grin. “That would be much appreciated,” he would say genuinely meaning it before becoming business like as he moved to take the paper from the other. “In either case before we start can you tell me your name and if can you fight?” The demon would say as he balled he balled the paper up in his left hand and with a movement of his hands made it disappear before his eyes slid to the other.

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The demon would flick his tail as he hummed at the logic given. “Well that is true in some cases provided said thing is working by normal physics and logic then yeah, I’d agree that there is a window of opportunity; however, if someone or something could bend those rules and in turn move quicker than the brain could react, I would say you’d be a bit screwed...unless you can bend the rules of reality in someway also.” An interesting thought that made him curious about the other, but the demon would give the thought only a few minutes of his time before smirking lightly at the comment about the flyer. “I suppose you aren’t the typical bored Joe or Jane looking to find something to bitch about to keep entertained then?” the demon would say seeming to take an interest in that prospect. He actually could agree with the other about folks seeming to like to do much about absolutely nothing. It was strange really, but the living would be the living he supposed.

“What a pleasure to meet you Onyx. My name is Devi, the leader of a small group that lives within these parts,” he would say with a bow before straightening up and shaking his head at the fighting part. “Nah. As long as you can give something a good whack or kick you should be good. The only thing I require is that you not be made of ink. If ya are I am back to square one,” the demon would say with a sigh as his eyes slid over the theater quite miffed about something. Anywho, looking back at the other, his expression would soften as he would eventually unfold himself. “In any case, if you are ink then you can stay right here...not to be rude, but I won’t be able to use ya. If you’re not ink, then come with me. I’ll tell you exactly what to do once we are inside.” The demon would say before shifting his weight to cross the street to the theater….

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“Hmph,” the demon would let out the amused sound as his eyes narrowed with the grin he gave the other. “You are very amusing.” The demon would say kind of liking this guy’s mind set, but still unsure if he liked it enough to say the guy could be a friend or be someone he could hang around. It would be interesting to find out with time. Either way the other would continue to keep the demon amused as he spoke about boredom. “Well I am glad you aren’t the sort I need to slap some sense into. I honestly hate those that whine over nothing to whoever has an ear.” He had a lot of shit he had to deal with it, but for the most part he kept it to himself or released in art form. He found it more productive to use what was bothering him to reflect and grow with. Or to share it and touch others that may be feeling the same way. That was much better than just whining and being a nuisance.

That aside, the demon would glance over at the other as he spoke again and in turn made his comment. “Yeah...I should’ve done that, but wasn’t really thinking clearly when putting it up. I just want the damn things gone,” the demon would say as he looked up at the sky agitated and shook his head. “No excuse, but in any case I am glad you are a being that is not ink. And a ghost huh? Well maybe you can scare mine away,” the demon would say as he opened the theater door and lead the way in.

The first thing that could be noted was a strange acidic smell and the fact that lighting in the area was dim. And why was that? Well if one looked around, then there could be seen a thin layer of black substance all over the place - ink. The demon who was used to this unfortunate sight would pause in the lobby as he turned to look up at the other.

“Alright so. Here is the deal. I have an ancient type of spirit known as ink spirits due to the fact they form themselves out of ink possessed by the deceased creator’s regret. They are aggressive and there are many of these little bastards in here. I don’t doubt some will try to defend what we are after...which is pretty much the Queen of the bunch if you will. As stated before I nor my partners can beat them because we are ink and apparently all we can do is swat at them and agitate them even more. So this is where you come in. Since you are not ink you should be able to smack the crap out of them and effectively destroy the thing without it reforming. It is going to take some team work though considering as soon as we find it, it’ll hop into the screens and try to escape. My job is to take care of the screens and knock the thing out here to you. Once it is out in reality, give it hell. I am sure it may take a few rounds of this slapping about to fully get rid of it and its pesky little ones....And it’ll probably adapt to survive, but I believe if we are persistent enough we should come out on top. Any questions?”

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The demon would considered the words the other said as he watched the guy with a thoughtful, yet unblinking expression for a while and then nodding, he’d blink as he looked away. “Perhaps, I could use a lesson in understanding at times.” He was tolerant, but way more prone to become irradiated with things that went on too long. Sinclair was the patient one of the three with himself being the least patient, but maybe some understanding could help the demon with said irritations….but how does one learn understanding? Yeah. That one was being put on the back burner for another time. “It depends on what you are trying to attract. For a show yes. Yes that works a ton, but a help ad? I will admit I could’ve done a better job at it, but I have to wonder just how many takers I would’ve gotten. From what I understand of folk, most don’t wanna deal with the unknown and those that could do the job are like finding a needle in haystack these days. Not that I would’ve cared if the person was a fake.. As long as we could get the job done, I would’ve been happy. I think you were the only person outside of one kid that chickened out at the last minute to take interest in the ad.” Honestly the situation was sad when it came to odd jobs like this, but perhaps the demon just had rotten luck to be stuck with the worst sort of pests. Either way, he took the blows that came in stride and pressed on refusing to give up even if the situation was beyond agitating.

That aside, the demon would look the man up and down when he made his comments about his looks. “Well you are indeed nice to look at, but I think you have enough of a tough ghost look to ya to chase them off.” The coloration of the guy, the eyes, and the horns. It made the demon wonder what he was dealing with, something familiar about the sight and yet not. Maybe this would be enough to ward off the spirits within theater….He could hope no? Or not considering the spirits within theater did nothing, but whisper a bit as they entered.

They weren’t leaving just making themselves more at home to be honest. How annoying- what? The demon went from serious to blinking at the other before grinning as he head the question. “I would say yeah. It is going to get on ya. This thing isn’t exactly solid you know?” Of all the questions that was not what he expected. How very amusing. “In any case, if you are concerned about your clothes I’ll throw in extra for anything ruined.” That should be okay right? Anyway, no matter which way negotiations went, in the end the demon and the pale man would eventually travel into the depths of the theater hunting for their prey.


It would take them 10 minutes of dodging the occassional ink creature that snapped at them from the gathered puddles around the theater before they came to screening room number 15. It was in this room that the pair found their target. It was a large blot that moved around the screen leaking ink onto the floor as smaller ink blots floated around it. Upon seeing the thing, Devi would give Oynx a nod before moving into the room and towards the screen. As soon as the spirit saw him coming, it twisted and made a strange sound before it made a dart towards the edge of the screen. Not hesitating, the demon would hop from the floor and with only the rippling of the screen the demon went from being in the normal world to the screen. He would follow the spirit, telling Onyx which room it was likely aiming for next.

It would take a bit of running and dodging the smaller ink blobs that were flung at him, but in time Devi was able to catch up with the thing and once he was near it, he would shift his left hand into a giant punching glove and swing at the creature, who ducked the first blow, but did not avoid the second one. As it was smacked in a comical way, the blob would move towads the front of the screen and fall out into the human world. When it did, Onyx was there to introduce the spirit to more pain. After taking a few kicks, the creature hissed as it sunk into the ground and slid back towards the entrance of the theater and a different screen. Calling to his ally to hurry it up, Devi would proceed to follow the demon only to have to actually pause and consider his situation as he watched the ink spirit transform into a strange giant bird that smirked at him as the scenery changed to on in the sky. Being a cartoon, Devi would give Onyx a "Really?" look before falling with the usual whoosh sound associated with these sots of things; however, the demon would not allow himself to be outdone or tossed out of his own screen. Using his own ability he transformed himself into a plane like creature, pulled himself back onto the screen and with a shark like grin would fire at the bird creature. The ink spirit tried to avoid the bullets, but end up peppered; however, in a fit of fury it would retaliate sending feathers across the screen. Feathers that cut and chipped at the demon in a painful way despite being in a screen. It was all real to him still; however, the demon would not falter as he turned to get out of the way of a giant egg flung at him. As he maneuvered out of the way, he would shift into a bullet and zoom into the bird and with a cartoony explosion send it right back into reality.

Frustrated, the ink bird came at Onyx who ducked and shifted about so he could face the bird easier. With well time strikes and maneuvering, the pale man and the bird would fight each delivering a few blows to one another before the ink spirit had enough and fled once more going still towards the entrance and once more the demon and the man with him followed. In room 13 the spirit waited for them, this time in the form of a demon that waited at the other side of the screen with sword in hand.


Finally, it had stopped trying to run and now meant business. Serious business it seemed. The spirit would drip ink from the screen forming a second like itself in reality, but this one unarmed. Growling it would bear fangs at the pale man. It seemed the creature wanted to take them both down at once. Well two could play that game. Devi would shift his form into that of a shadow that mimicked Onyx in the fact that it was a samurai with horns on his helmet. A sword was in hand as he faced the demon across from him. “Move as one and we shall win,” the demon would tell the other as white eyes glanced at him from the screen before refocusing on the threat.

Moving as one was a bit tricky at first, but after a few bites from sword and claw on either side, the two males figured out a system to use to fall in step with each other and once they synchronized, the ink spirits had no chance. With fists and blade working together, the two males would fight a hard battle, but as sword impaled the demon on the screen and fist punched through the one in reality, the ink spirit could not sustain itself anymore. Falling to its knees, the spirit would crumple as all around the theater shook as all the ink the spirit had spread flowed back into it until it finally became a single stone that rested on the ground. Tired and looking down at the stone from the screen, Devi would give one command to the other. “Crush it.” Whether Onyx was being cooperative or just wanted to end this, the man did comply as he moved forward and crushed the stone. With a soft sigh, the thing would crumble under his foot as the last of the ink spirit was erased. Pleased, the demon would look up at the other from the screen. “Well now, I am going to have to thank ya now won’t I?” the demon would say as he slid from the screen and back into reality with the guy, his normal form returning.

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The demon's eyes would narrow. "Just how old are ya?" the demon he would ask, not caring if he was being rude at this point. This guy spoke in a way that made him seem ancient and yet the guy didn't look that old. Well looks were deceiving...especially if this guy wasn't human by base. Anyway, the demon would shrug a bit at the ghost deal and people being afraid of them. "Well. Most tend to not want to take a chance of pissing them off or getting cursed. I don't think it is the ghosts themselves that get them, but rather rumors of what they can do." Some spirits were quite the frightening to hear about and that alone kept some at bay. That aside, the demon would shake his head a bit at the clothing issue finding it more amusing than anything when it came up. "Well. It is black and not some random color like neon green or something. I don't think you'd appreciate being that color...and I dun want my theater that color either." That would be annoying on another level and the clean up of those colors....the clean up!!

It would be a nightmare for sure just like it was going to be a pain in the ass and a nightmare to get rid of the current black colored ink spirit. The job took longer than expected, but once it was done, it was done. In a much better mood than a few hours before, the demon would nod at the other and then guesting for him to come with him, he'd take the guy back to the front of the theater. Having him wait in the lobby, the demon would disappear for a bit before coming back with a pouch in hand. He would hold it out to the other. "Here. 500 VC for a job well done." The demon would say handing over the money....after all that was the least he could do in this situation. He wanted to do more since he felt in a way he wouldn't be able to return this huge relief the guy brought him by helping him get rid of the ink demons. Even so he hoped this was enough for now.

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