Cecil Hotel // Supernatural RP // OXO // closed

The pair were still arguing as they exited the elevator in the lobby, Aggy wanting to come with for 'moral support', and Nevaeh insisting that he couldn't. She came to a halt at the sight of the concierge punching his boss, blinking a few time and frowning slightly, though she almost looked amused. "Hey, Ag."

"Yeah?"

"That isn't normal, is it?" The Nephilim asked, adjusting her dress slightly as she glanced around the lobby, eyes landing on Namrys as something almost like understanding flickered through her.

"You know, that is quite conspicuous, that grin of yours." Nevaeh said, voice near Namys' ear as she came up behind him. She was judging his reaction to being snuck up on, yes, but she was also just…like that. She moved quietly. Silently, in fact.

"Thanks." Nevaeh said, straightening back up and placing her hands on her hips. "I'm going information gathering. You have decent reflexes, I'll give you. What are you up to right now?"

"Clubbing, actually. I am gathering information at a club." She said, shrugging a shoulder as she crossed her arms under her chest. "People watching is useful, but I've found it's more…boring. At least for me. I have a tendency to be unable to stay still, though."

It's not about the hotel. "You would be surprised what you can find out from locals." She said, turning to catch Aggy's eye from where he was flirting with a woman in a staff uniform. "You don't have to go with me though. I usually do these things alone. They've only gone wrong once."

"Probably for the best. When did you eat last." She waved to Aggy, getting his attention enough to motion him over. "Because we're heading to the diner across the street first, and then splitting. We're going to meet back up there to share what we've gathered. You should come eat with us, lay a base for what needs found out, and what is already known."

"Good. Then come on. Aggy, I get interrogating staff, but do you really have to flirt with them?" She asked her friend as he made his way over, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Conversation is fine and dandy, but flirting is so much fun." The demon purred, resting an elbow on her head like an arm rest, and earning an elbow to the gut in return. "Care to introduce me to your friend, Neve?"

"Nice to meet ya, handsome." It seemed a purr was the way his voice liked to stay. Not too horrible a thing, honestly. "Call me Aggy." He linked arms with Nevaeh, something she seemed fine with, practically sauntering as he dragged her along to follow Namys.

The Nephilim just let him drag her, uncaring as she nodded in thanks to Namys for holding the door. He was right about the rage. It was always there, simmering just under the surface, and not much was needed to pull it up. The best she could do was try and wait until she could let it out without repercussion, on something that deserved it. "I am so craving overly greasy french fries right now."

"Abbadon's testicles-" For someone with such a nice accent, Nevaeh sure swore like a sailor. She didn't stop to think, dropping her bag on the sidewalk as she ducked under Namys' arm, racing towards the accident at a speed just a bit too quick for a normal person. She knew how bad car accidents could be. She had caused a few herself, and even had a nasty scar from a burning piece of metal, from one of those accidents.

Aggy, however, didn't move from where he stood. Instead, he turned his gaze to Namys, studying him with an incredibly sharp look as his friend pulled people from the wreckage, out of range of any possible explosions. "You did that." He stated, not quite accusatorily, but more stating a fact.

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((My writing is kinda going downhill tonight, I think it's got something to do with my exhaustion, but have….ver bad response))

Nevaeh didn't even look at Namys as he ran over, her attention focused solely on the man she was cutting out of a twisted and caught seatbelt. Lifting him out with more strength than her tiny body should have had, she maneuvered him into a fireman's carry, moving him over to the side of the street to be tended to. A wail pierced the air then, not a siren but a child's cry.

"Fuck." Her head whipped around, spotting the car the noise came from, and again she was off, at that too-quick speed. It took some work, leaving her with burns on her hands that hissed with pain whenever she touched anything, but finally the child wasn't trapped in anymore. She murmured soothingly to the crying kid, as she climbed into the car to try and retrieve him without hurting him. Something felt rushed, though, like she should be moving faster, to avoid something.

She was right, it turned out. Because right then the engine exploded.