Following the White Rabbit Down the Rabbit Hole (Research Thread Part 1 of 5)

After a day of show biz, people, and more sales tags than the demons could shake a stick at, the trio had the theater closed the next day for some much needed cleaning and repairs. Before the sun was up, B would change into her maid outfit and go about cleaning the theater. Following behind her would be Sinclair, dressed in an old jump suit with a tool belt strapped to his waist. He would take a turn in the hall and head towards the stairs that led further downward in the theater, so he could do some maintenance work here and there to keep the old theater from collapsing on itself. With those two taking care of the theater, the smallest of the demon’s would be left with the paperwork instead. Finding a room some what in the back of the theater, the demon would spread out the work before him. With pen in one hand and paper in the other he would work on balancing the books, before going through some legal paperwork and mail separating the important stuff from the junk.

It would take him a few hours to sort through all the stuff, but the demon managed only pausing when B and Sinclair dragged him out to eat lunch and to chat for a bit. Once break time was over, the demon would finish up his business work and file the papers away in a safe spot, then with a content stretch he would check the time. There was still a few hours before sunset, he could go out and have fun, but instead when he was asked to come along, he declined letting Sinclair and B go out while he stayed behind. To do what you ask? Well…

The demon would sit in the middle of the stage. With him were a few things he had collected a few nights back. Looking at the items careful, he divided mentally what he wanted to do study and what he would save for later. Tonight, he would study the strange pieces he had retrieved from the insects, the letter, and some information he had jotted down. He would save the strange journal he had received and the flash drive for later.

Stashing away the things he was not focused on, the demon would eventually lean over and pick up the folded letter. He would open it up and after flipping it around a bit, he began to read it.

The letter itself was written by someone named Queen Aurora. While he wasn’t sure exactly what all the details of the letter meant, he did glean that it was supposed to give someone permission or access perhaps to things that maybe others did not have access to. He remembered finding this along with those coins. Perhaps the Queen was sending someone on a mission and maybe he should return this letter since whoever had it originally was nowhere to be found?...Or maybe he should hold onto it and go to the person it was addressed to instead? Hmm. He would figure that one out later he supposed. For now he would removed the letter from the stuff being examined and stashed it away for now.

The next item he looked at was something he placed carefully on some old curtains to keep it from getting whatever was on it on the floor of the stage. It was one of those strange fragments that he had collected from the bugs. Moving closer to the curtain, he would pick the fragment up carefully taking note of its sticky substance as he examined it with care. He would take in its shape and any designs on it. He would scrape a bit of the sticky stuff off of it with one hand and test the consistency between his gloved hands trying to figure out if it was just something left over from the bug’s death or something more. He would even take a whiff of it to see if that could tell him anything about the creature that it had come from. Perhaps he could glean what it was...or had been if something had altered it. He would continue to examine the piece for a while longer before finally putting it away with the other stuff thinking that if nothing else maybe someone or something in this city may want it. Or maybe he could use it for something. In any case, after that examination he would pause to clean up the mess and get that gook off of him before returning to the stage and grabbing the book he used to take notes.

Taking the book with him, he would teleport to a different room within the theater. This room was a back area that was barely used. A sole computer rested here and it was this computer the demon went towards. Plopping himself down before the computer, he would turn it on and wait for it to load. As he did this, he would open his note book and flip to the page where he had jotted down the drawing of the odd marks upon the creature he had seen in the forest.

Examining the notes he made on them, he would begin to search through the computer's banks trying to find something that matched via pictures and documents online. He would search and search, jotting down those that were similar to the drawing while dismissing those that were so far off it was sad. In the end, he knew the marks hadn’t been made by anything normal, so shifting gears he would begin to do research on his own kind and the sort of spirits that folks only thought existed in fairy tales. He would dig through the tales, dig through descriptions of attacks, trying to match the marks with something online, but the more he searched the more he began to think that whatever this was may have been something perhaps not even documented yet. Maybe he wasn’t looking in the right place or something, Hmmm...The demon would continue to work as the sun began to set and the lights had to be turned on to see properly.

The demon would sit back in his chair and stretch after a while, his tale flicking as he thought for a bit before moving to look at some stories on line about monsters people supposedly found or encountered or were so dangerous they needed to be contained in some special place. He would dig into the archives of these more than likely fake creatures not expecting to find anything of use, but in time found himself slowing down as he came to a unnamed creature that liked to attack things via claws. From the description it seemed to be a nice match for the type to deliver the marks he saw, but without a visual representation or some form of description of what said scratches looked like upon victims, the demon could not form a solid conclusion. The demon would sigh as his yawned and rubbed his eye. He was getting tired, but perhaps he could do one more search before bed. Yeah.
 
He would lean forward and reach out a gloved hand only to stop as his hand began to shake and his head began to pound.

…Go away…

We will not. You should just give in.

No…

You know the more you resist, the more we remain broken, yes? Give in and this inky form will heal and change.

I won’t...I won’t do that ever.

Hehe. In time, you’ll see you have no choice, but to give in. Nighty, nighty little moth.

And with those words, the pain in the demon’s head would intensify as blackness filled his world and then? It all stopped as his body went limp in the chair and the ink consumed him once more shifting his form into the twisted winged demon. When the demon woke up again, he would no longer be himself as instead Demix took over fully. Remaining relaxed in the chair, the demon would lean forward to turn off the computer and collect the note book, tucking it away into its inky body. That was enough research for tonight. Time to for exercise and food now.

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