A Forgotten School

[Joey Risk]

Joey's eyes twitched from left to right as he left the street in the southern part of the city about a few minutes noticing it was just an figment of his imagination, typical.
A sweat drop fell upon his lips, the taste of heated salt vial on his tongue. He sightly growled into the shadows, he sensed a pressing demon before him or something with a heighten power then his, well that could simply be a cat, but he knew it wasn't it had this revolting scent.
"Come on you son of a bitch, show your demonic ass." His American accent gave way to another accent something more exotic, he gasped and covered his mouth: it's happened before.
He drew his flash-light from his bag, the blue light beeming over the school classroom, suddenly it flickered and died. "Damnit, just when i need it the batteries die, typical!" He threw it back in his bag and closed his eyes.
Joey slowly with much effort took a deep intake of breath and held it there, releasing it outwards his eyes changed to a dark black allowing the room to change so he could see slightly better.
He gasped, loosing his contontraion he lost the sight, he stumbled backwards in a mix fear, some sort of power showed. "What the hell?" He whispered.

[Hector]

Grr... Where is he? Hector thought as he searched for whomever he needed.

If he's not in this school then he could be anywhere... I guess I should wait here.

Hector noticed someone elses presence in the area. This will not do. Hector didn't want anyone to know about the evil deed he was about to commit. He also sensed a human. Not as much of a threat. Suddenly the other presence he noticed had vanished. Obviously the man/gir/creature knew how to teleport or something. That just made his job a little easier. Suddenly Hector heard a voice calling out to the other.

Hector assumed that perhaps the human and the other person/thing were dueling. Hector decided to confront the human in order to get him away.

It didn't take long to find him. He was standing in a street just outside.

"You will never get him to come to you by simply calling to him," Hector told Joey.

"Now what, may I ask, are you doing around here?" Hector did not speak offensively, but curiously.

[Joey Risk]

Joey's eye glared down upon the half demon, the temptation was so easy at the current time.
"Well, half blood, i do have to say i haven't a clue." He softly wiped his hand across his brow, with a raise in tempture; he only felt.
"I was looking for a demon, he has been a bother to me for quite a long time." He thought for a second before carrying on.
"I was going to give him a chance of surviving if he told me the whereabouts of the hunter, Azrael Turnbull." Joey decided not to tell him that much more, come on would you?
It's crazy, i know he's here but it's a possiblity that in a city of demon's he could have parished, most likely have.
"So, you are going to cause some evil?" He asked looking over his shoulder lightly as he stepped closer to the road.
"If i wasn't to busy i would try and stop you but alas, i can not." He rached into his bag and pulling out a silver casing, he opened it to reveal a roll of white joints. He placed on in his mouth, he went to grab his lighter but without noticing it the end of the joint suddenly began to glow red.
"Thanks" He whispered thinking the man light it. "I'm Joey Risk, hunter but you can just call me JOey." He offered his hand.

[Hector]

Hector took his hand without question and shook it.

"I've heard of an Azrael, but I'm afraid I do not know the man. From the sounds of things, he's still alive," Hector told Joey.

"If you're hunting a demon who knows how to teleport you're going to need a good strategy, or to enlist some people to help you. You'll be chasing for a while if not."

[Joey Risk]

Joey shook his head back and forth lightly. "No, he can not teleport."


Joey thought softly and remembered what he once read in a black post, a demonic newspaper.

" The demon can pass images into the humans head, or half demon's to make them think that he is able to or unable to teleport or other powers, a stone of which this demon stole from the measum of the drakeal's. Do not fear simply throw a bucket of salt and iron onto the demon's head.[/b]"

Joey stopped speaking and turnned to him, a frown covered his face.

"He's a lightning demon, to fast for my likings."

Joey grinned again before dropping the bud of the joint as he finished it, it suddenly burst into flames and vanished. "Ok, what the hell was that?"

He turnned to look at the half breed. "You didn't, did you?"

He waved it aside then drew his desert eagle, the silver glimming monstously in the moonlight, which he knew always been there, in a form or another.

"Oh, i know demon's lie, so tell me-"

He stopped and smiled.

"Or how about this, me and you now, fight who ever wins tells each other one thing they want to know."

He smiled again, his eyes totally full of playful-ness.

Just for fun. he thought to himself quietly.

"So how about it demon?"

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[Hector]

Hector's smile faded. As much as he was confident that he could dispose of a human, he didn't want to take any unnessecary risks.

"I'm afraid you are deluded human. Demon's are not to be trusted, yes, but they don't always lie. My brother is an example of that!" He said, spitting the word brother.

He raised his hand and sucked Joey's pistol away with wind and threw it beyond line of sight.

"If you wish to threaten me, do it with something less boring. A sword fight perhaps?" Hector's smile rekindled. He had completely forgotten about the other demon.

[Joey Risk]

He turnned his head to look at the thrown pistol. "You dick!"

He smiled at the mention of a sword fight, little demon knows little about his past.
Joey walked over to the pistol and returnned it to where it should have been after it being removed.

Joey turnned and walked back to him, his nose inches from Hector's. "Well, you insulted me by throwing my weapon when it was no threat to you." He smiled lightly, his foot twitching. "You've got that fight." He said lifting his knee up, he uncurled it so the heel of his boot hits Hector's chin, he pushed off jumping as well, his arms flew backwards as he flipped back onto the ground, he cocked his eyebrow, he rose slowly.

"Any weapon but guns, that's the rules half-breed."Joey shouted to him, as he removed his coat and bag, he drew his sword, Justified, from his side. "Bring it, maybe i'll try to the point of working up a sweat." He looked at him lightly, his eyes shifting into a forest green, he contracted his bispeces before he knew it they had become stronger. ((earths effect.))
"If you have heard of my friend then you would have heard of his grand swordmen-ship of due weilding swords." Joey chuckled suddenly, the stupidity of this demon made him wonder, no he shouldn't under estimate a demon, ever. "Sorry, i shouldn't under estimate you." He drew the blade against his wrist, the metal glowing in the dark. "To make you want me more, demon." He drew the blade across his wrist suddenly the blade cutting clean and deep, he gasped as blood exploded onto the floor, as if something had just bit into him, the blades effect, it must have a blood offering.

[Hector]

Hector, who was planning to headbutt Joey whilst he was close, did not see the kick coming, nor any kind of will to fight without hiding behind a gun.

"No you shouldn't," Hector replied to Joey, rather angrily.

"Any weapons but guns? Fine with me..." Hector smashed a small wooden gate out of it's hinges with his scythe and raised his other arm.

"Show me what you are capable of..." Hector said, whilst throwing the gate at Joey with wind. The force he threw it at meant he couldn't pull it back like a boomerang, but that was fine. He only wanted to keep Joey on his toes.

[Joey Risk]

Joey went to block the gate with his sword but without noticing the wind forcing the gate at him slowed, a blacker form of wind whipped around the base of the gate, it rippled like a wave at sea and threw it to the left of him into what was a hold jungle jim. "You should understand i have a habit of rubbing the edge, i like to keep my weapons clean, sorry if i made you wet yourself baby-poo." Him now somewhat not noticing the change of his energy, he was finally understanding himself, finally taking the power which flowwed through him, like a river he felt the energy of the work running through his fingers tips.
Joey curled his arms around him, his sword held by both hands in the middle of his chest. So, this is what i am? A elementalist. He began to growl, full of rage and energy.
"LET'S FIGHT!" He roared as he pushed off with his feet, his toes Hector wanted, we barily touching the floor. "Can you sense my power?" Joey asked.
He raised his hand, the power of earth flowering to his fingertips in demand of himself. He acted as if it was a backhand-slap, a pillar of rock ripped from the ground at Hector.

((Now simon, it's time to put are storyline fight we had made on the way to the workshop come together, you ready?))

[Hector]

Hector did sense a dramatic increase in Joey's power, but he did well not to show this.

I think I can still take him...

"Bring it on, human!" Hector shouted, raising his scythe to defend from Joey's attack.

((What plan, I don't remember anything! =/))

[Joey Risk]

((When you came over to mine, the wind thingy oh never mind.))


"My names Joey Risk, remember that." He shouted at Hector, his sword swung behind his hip. He ran straight at Hector, his feet pressing heavily onto the ground, which began to crack, his breath was light and full of pride. He began to gather speed, his feet still pounding. His eyes becoming a deeper green. "I am the son of Essence, the mother of the forest and the son of Drakeal, the man whome i never knew, i am more then a human." He shouted, at the last moment he jumped up into the air, as he dropped back down, his sword swung down towards the head of Hector, the fight has begun.

[Hector]

Hector brushed the attack aside with his scythe, though he had to use a great deal of strength to do so. Without breaking his spin, he swung his scythe to cut Joey down where he stood.

"Well I hope Essence and Drakeal don't mind if I take away their son here and now!"

[Joey Risk]

He laughs with a somewhat quiver. "Oh deary me, my mommy and daddy want me to come bake fucking cookies with them!" He roared with happiness.
He jumped backwards back to his coat and bag, his arm reaching into his bag, he grabbed a flashbang, bit it with his k-9 and threw it in between Joey and Hector.
And god said let there be light and there was.
As soon as he finished the sentence the bang went off letting off a large sum of UV light, the sum would surely be enough to destroy a demon or a vampire, but a hlaf-breed probably just slow them down. He glared downwards at Hector, his hair blocking the light, to a degree, he returnned to his pace gathering much more speed, his throat did something werid, something amazing, something he never experienced before, his elemental power formmed in his heart.
He shouted suddenly, his eyes turnning a red, flame red. "BLAZKA" He flicked his hand foreward, a shoot of flame shot forwards at Hector, it started to rotate across the ground, gather oxygen, it began to grow larger by seconds. "Burn in hell demon!"
((You must forgive the really bad pun))

[Hector]

Hector was surprised by the UV attack.

Are you a fool? Hector thought.

Demon's can walk around in daylight just as much as a human...

Hector smiled, but his smile flickered when he saw a burning fireball approaching him.

That might leave a mark, Hector thought as he outstretched his hand and sucked the air out of the flame, which simply extinguished.

"You didn't listen to your science teacher when he told you that fire needs oxygen, did you?" Hector asked, laughing. He grabbed his scythe, and charged at Joey, aiming to cut him down, but instead, at the last minute jumped over him, and swung his scythe backwards in an attempt to catch him off guard.

[Joey Risk]

Joey's smiled before swinging his sword behind his, the blade stopping the attack from the scythe, he nodded lightly. "True, fire does."
He slipped his body around the scythe gracifully before slamming his foot down onto the ground, a pillar of rock shoot up in a upcut form but spins and strikes at the hand of Hector, the one holding the scythe. At the same time Joey closes his mind, his elemental taking control.
"So, not effected by the uv light, pitty." He growled, a light purer then the flash, it becoming brighter off him, almost angelic but his past is to dark for such a vial word, to imperfect.

((Oh just remembering, simon dont forget that the Tuesday i come back from America, the 4th of september your coming over to mine.))
He kicked his foot out, another blast of fire, this time it had a white color, a solor flare.