Midnight Myopia [Mallory/Xander Awakening]

He could smell the ozone, the hairs on the back of his hand standing on end. But the burst of electricity directed at him... He hardly felt it. Still, the act of daring to attack him, such offence he could not let go unpunished.

The tip of his blade began giving off a pale light, what appeared to be a ghostly afterimage following the weapon as he thrust toward the frog-thing.

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And he didn't stop, Drawing his blade, spinning to face the other demon, and again thrusting.

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With Moth's final blow the battle would come to an abrupt close. Heqet stumbled backward from the force and flashed a panicked look toward her attackers before she tripped and went crashing down hard against the ground. Facing up at the sky, a faint ribbit would escape her last gasps for air only to be cut off by a table plummeting from a nearby rooftop, the upturned elegant furniture crushing her body beneath its weight and bringing an end to the miserable creature's death throes. A sickening splat resounded through the alley, drowned out by the sharp thud of the collision and a rain of giggles falling from above, the source landing atop one of the legs gracefully and casually hopping off it. Clutching a tea kettle tightly and pouring the remainder of its contents out onto the ground, she'd hurl the ceramic aside once its innards ran dry and using her now freed hand would grab hold of her skirt, performing a polite curtsy in recognition of the terrorists before her. Behind her, the bits of broken wood morphed into a flock of ravens which took to the murky skies and the shattered pieces of her kettle twisted themselves into porcelain frogs which hopped off into the crevices of the alley on a path to god knows where. Casually glancing upward without any acknowledgment of the spectacle occurring behind her, she'd smile knowingly at Sera and proceed to turn her attention to the night's newborns. Her yellow eyes studied them closely for a moment until she finally decided on her words and settled for a simple, "Good evening," to start.

"I must apologize for my terrible hospitality. While entertainment seems to have provided itself, I'm afraid I've no refreshments available: I exhausted my supply of crumpets watching you two battle and all the tea I have left is back home. But where are my manners? My name is Alice; you may've heard of me, you may've not, but regardless it's my pleasure to welcome you two into reality... or at least the closest thing we have to such." Stifling a snicker, the silver-haired woman would continue before any questions could be asked. "I trust you two both possess many inquiries about this maddening experience. Allow me to answer them all swiftly and succinctly: you were lied to. The queen told you you were safe, and no matter whether you believed in or valued such a promise, it was an empty one; the only peace you were truly afforded was peace of mind. Now that you've broken free from ignorance your very existence is a sin. As blemishes on a false utopia, you will be hunted down by Demons, whether they be Isla's pets or random strays like the ones which just tried to devour you: they will seek to do away with you as soon as they discover what lurks beneath those masks -- or rather once they discover those masks lurk beneath your skin -- and all-around it will be a general pain for everyone involved and you will most likely end up smushed into oblivion by some loonie's dining table. Luckily for you two though, I have a counter-proposal to meaninglessly meandering until your eventual deaths. Care to listen?" If both Xander and Mallory refused Alice would promptly leave and trouble them no further. However, if intrigued or at least exhausted enough to say yes, she'd clap her hands together and don a pleased grin.

"Excellent! Now then, you recall the two you just slaughtered, correct? Imagine beating them into submission instead of beating them to death. Nooorrrrmally Demons are too dignified to accept such a fate, or too fragile to withstand the blows, but my dear friend Helter Skelter has quite the plan. Soon enough this city is going to be teeming with Demons and as the strongest, we're going to be standing above all of them. If that sounds interesting to either of you then I'd be elated to introduce you to him! Typically I'm not the business of adopting people off the street, but seeing your awakening has made me... nostalgic. So I'm willing to extend an offer to work with some of the most infamous Psyche Terrorists in Endymion City. If you keep carrying your weight then we'll show you the ropes and eventually the magnanimous boss himself may let you in our little trade secret. Is this proposal to your liking? I'm sure it must be overwhelming to take in all at once, so please, take all the time you wish to process this sequence of events. My rabbit is long gone, you needn't worry about lateness."

As soon as it had arrived and gone nuts, Mallory's somewhat rotting persona faded back into her mind, punching her in the face on its way out. At this, the gas masked terrorist stumbled to the side, before listening to what the newcomer had to say, curious and curious this night seemed to become. At the whole spiel about dog eat dog, big boy time, Mallory grinned - not that it was visible. Fiddling with her shotgun idly, and just making sure it was pretty, the weirdo spoke in return.

"Hey, infamous is just in the eye of who is setting the title right? So, who gives a fuuuuuuuck how infamous you guys are? From this... From what I've seen... There is going to be so much fun! So much stuff to dismantle, and dissect! Tell me, if I join you, will I get to dissect, destroy, and kill as many demons as I please? The scientific possibilities are thrilling!"

Bouncing on the spot, up and down, Mallory shoved the gun to the side before giving two thumbs up. "Consider me in masko lady. So, what's the plan?"