:: Too much in One Night :: OPEN

[Casey Kobalt]

It was well past midnight and Casey had done much more than anyone had done in a whole day, just in a few hours. He chilled at home all day then went out to find him a quick quickie *wink* *wink*. That lasted him an hour...or two.

He blinked out of town for a meal or two. After he ate, he headed on over to the stadium to watch a game, got himself some new shoes, and wasted a few hours messing with mortals.

He was now entering P3, he could have blinked in, but he didn't want to strain his power like that, and besides, he was a regular here. After an hour or so, Casey was drunk.

He was out on the dance floor, doing moves quite good and actually entertaining for a warlock. He then got the taste for something exotic. He started towards the bar, pushing through the crowd that gathered to watch him dance. One little grumpy man in front of him wouldn't move though. He got mad and easily pushed him out the way, sending a dozen other people off balance. Casey smiled in delight as he stepped on the guy's chest to walk over him on over to the bar. 'Woops,' he sarcastically mused. "I'm so freakin' evil" he said as he felt the alcohol kick in more. Was that even possible? He laughed to himself as he eyed the crowed who almost fell.

[Tristan Conrad]

Tristan had been at San Diego's P3 for two hours now, waiting for one of the Charmed sisters. However, it seemed that the sister he was waiting for wasn't showing tonight; and there was something more pressing coming soon.
He had been sitting in a booth watching the human's enjoy themselves. Many beautiful people filled the floor and they distracted him while he waited. He noticed one particular guy who was stumbling to the bar, pushing others out of his way. Tristan rolled his eyes at this behaviour. He thought that it was a weak form of intimidation.
He arose from the booth, made brief eye contact with the stranger and left the club through a back door, into the alley.

[Casey Kobalt]

After practically having his way with the crowd, Casey decided he needed another drink. Wait. That's why he was coming up here in the first place. d**n, was his memory fading, maybe he should stop drinking while he was ahead. But he immortal...for now. But he doubted there was anyone out there stronger than him that actually wanted him to kill him.

He was just about to head to the bar and see if they had anything more exotic, less strong, when some man just looked him in the eyes quite briefly, but Casey could see who it was, even in the darkness of the club and the hype of the noise, and over the buzz now in his ears. He watched the man exit the club. Putting an evil grin on his face, Casey quickly dropped his drink (purposely) as it shattered onto the dancing floor, ice and gin all over the floor. He quickly followed the man.

Outside in the alley, Casey is seen emerging from the shadows now looking towards the man from the club. It was against the rules for a warlock to kill a demon, but they did it anyway. One of the reason why warlocks were so low-life to them. But Casey was anything but low-life.

"Hey! Yeah, you," Casey said, coming more out into the open. He wanted to kill him so desperately and absorb his powers. Something all warlocks are obsessed with. But Casey tried not to be dumb about it, because one mistake and he'd be history. He only knew that this guy was a hybrid. Casey hated hybrids...or in this case, was a little envious. "What's a demonlighter like you doing out this late playing in nightclubs," Casey wanted him to know that he knew who he was. He usually didn't mess with people, but if he stayed in the club any longer, he would have to attend an AA meeting, his own pleasures were his weakness. Right now, it would bring great pleasure in taking this guy's power.

[Tristan Conrad]

((OOC: Edit name to Casey instead of Cameron?))

Tristan was in the alley way behind P3 waiting for 'The Exchange'. He looked at his shiny wrist watch and saw that it would happen at any moment... hoping that it might bring out one of the Charmed Ones.

However, the drunkard from the bar walked out and knew who he was, addressing him in a threatening manner. Tristan had his back facing him, and he slowly turned to face the stranger. "Where I play and who I play with is none of your business. Who are you anyway?" Tristan replied in a serious tone, but calmly. He looked at the stranger (known as Casey) directly in the eyes looking for some recognition, and sensed he was a warlock. 'Tricky,' Tristan thought.

[Casey Kobalt]

(( Crap, thanks for pointing that out. I use the same Chara in another forum and his name is Cameron, guess that's what I get for recycling characters ))


After appearing from behind Tristian, Casey, who by now was pretty wired up, seemed to have lost some of his earlier thoughts, including just coming here to have a good time. When the man finally turned to face Casey. When he spoke, it was like Casey knew exactly what he would say....sort of. 'Demons,' Casey thought to himself. He imagined this to go a little different, since the guy was only half demon, but Casey really wasn't a big fan of darklighters that much either, besides, wasn't that racist? Judging someone like that...he looked at Tristian and mentally shook his head. No. Those judgments were mostly always right.

He could tell he was not going to get any information out of this one. At least not at a first attempt. That was okay thought. Casey didn't mind his response but was blown aback when the man asked him who he was. Casey laughed then changed expressions rather quickly as he responded, "Well, since you want to play it like that, I don't see why I have to tell you who I am seeing as your being very secretive....." he leaned forward a bit, the light fully illuminating his face. "Give to get." Casey then blinked out, reappearing behind Tristian, on the other end of the alley. He was no holding something in his hand. It wasn't an athame...no, but it was, a drink.

"Behind you," his voice echoed off of the alley walls a little, followed by a wicked giggle. He took a sip of the drink, and pulled out the straw licking the bottom of it. "Sex on the Beach," he said mildly flirting with the straight demon. Casey smirked and watched him carefully. As a warlock, it was in his blood to be this way. He didn't know one warlock that didn't do whatever he wanted, and however. It was like a reverse of the wiccan rede, "and it arm none, do as ye will," but instead it was more like 'do as ye will as long as your stealing powers.' Casey had used every trick in the book. He wasn't the straight-through type warlock, nor the beat-around-the-bush type. But in between.

He glared at Tristian with a look almost too clear, as if he was saying, 'So what ya gonna do.' His voice took on a darker tone, "Well?"

[Tristan Conrad]

When Casey laughed at his question, Tristan thought this was odd, as if he was insecure - a sign of vulnerability. "What's the problem? Forgotten who you are?" he mocked. He didn't know why he was wasting his time on a low level creature, especially when a trade off was about to occur.
When he had blinked out, Tristan was relieved. He didn't need anyone ruining his deal; but he did recognise the warlock's face - he had seen it in the underworld before, no doubt as a minion. The stranger reappeared down the alley and only until his voice echoed off of the walls did Tristan realise he was still around. 'Damn' he thought, 'still here.' Tristan turned to face the guy, with something in his hand. He instantly rolled his eyes, assuming that he wanted to steal Tristan's powers... Clearly, he had no idea who Tristan was. That was, until he looked closer to see the warlock drink from the bottle, which was in his hand.
Apparently, the drink was a 'Sex on the Beach', not that he cared - why would he? - but he seemed extremely thirsty for that drink. That, or the warlock was hungry for something else... Then Tristan realised he didn't care.
"Well, what? I don't have time for you, so if you don't mind..." Tristan cut this sentence short, waving his hand in a dismissive way.

[Casey Kobalt]

It was a little too much for Casey to be doing all of this for something. What was stopping him? He probably knew deep inside that this guy was no ordinary witch, his usual prey. He'd just have to find out. He really didn't already like the guy, now that he met him, his dislike grew.

After Tristian waved him off, Casey felt that was the usual thing to expect. No matter. It was clear that this guy wanted nothing to do with Casey, so in a situation like this, Casey did either two things....

He cleared his throat and threw the drink towards the side. It was surprising that someone like Casey could be so abruptly nonchalant. He then just looked at him one more and turned his back towards him....'Okay, let's see what this guy's working with,' he thought to himself as he attacked. Casey turned around and conjured an athame, throwing it towards Tristian.

[Tristan Conrad]

Tristan was getting more anxious. He looked at his wrist watch one more time - all was as it should be... only a few more minutes. He looked up calmly when he heard the bottle smash into the wall. Tristan wasn't sure what this guy's issue was, but he started to get annoyed. He waited for some kind of communication, but the drunk warlock just stared at him. Tristan didn't know what to think anymore.
A moment later, something else had appeared in the warlock's hand; and just as quickly as it had appeared in his hand, the warlock threw it at Tristan. As it came flying through the air at him, Tristan saw that it was an athame when it passed the light. He rolled his eyes and thought, 'Is this guy serious?'. Just before the Athame hit him, surely to penetrate, a dark blue, almost black and transparent forcefield appeared around Tristan. The Athame hit the 'defence wall' and it fell, his eyes followed the magical knife to the ground.
"I'm sure that didn't go the way you planned,"he said in a calm but condescending manner. Tristan let down his forcefield and crouched to pick up the Athame and slotted it in his belt strap at the back of his pants. "Like I said, I don't have time for you..." he said in a more aggressive tone.

[Casey Kobalt]

Casey watched the athame hit the forcefield and drop. Casey smiled, 'forcefields...okay,' he thought. He then decided to test him another way.

Casey watched Tristian reluctantly. As if he could do anything else. "Actually, I didn't plan for anything in particular," Casey said as he started to walk closer. "But I'm sure you can spare a minute or two," he walked closer and closer. Up close, Casey looked ordinary, if it weren't for the empty look in his eyes. His style was adventurous and sexy. But right now Casey didn't look up to a good time at all. He was fixated on Tristian. "You demons are all the same," Casey didn't bother calling him demon/darklighter. He only saw the ugly demon instead. That's when he opened his mouth and out came a loud, piercing sound. The alley went black, as if Tristian would be getting light headed. Casey took this opportunity to get very close to him. "Can you see?" Casey's voice sounded very casual. As if he was a doctor asking his patient if they could see after putting special eye drops in their eyes. Casey tilted his head and waited for an answer.

[Tristan Conrad]

Tristan gave a quick huff, then said, "Actually, you've got thirty seconds..." as Casey came closer. However, Tristan wasn't being intimidated by him at all - he was at the lower end of the food chain, and he worked for The Source; which it didn't seem Casey knew.
"We're all the same, are we?" he rehtorically questioned, before saying, "Takes one to know one. But then again, you wouldn't know what it's like being a full demon, now."
It seemed that he took offence to this, as a moment later, a high pitched piercing sound came from his mouth, to which Tristan winced and tilted his head. As he was about to block his ears, the sound stopped, but he was seemingly blinded... or transported. However, he could still sense Casey, who was in front of him... and the looming exchange was any moment - Casey was pissing him off now. "Enough of these games!"
At that, Tristan raised his right hand and locked Casey in a forcefield bubble. Just as quickly, he motioned his hand to the alley wall, and Casey (within the forcefield) went flying into it... but he was still in the forcefield after that. "Bring back the light, NOW!" Tristan demanded.

[Casey Kobalt]

Casey wasn't liking what was coming out of Tristian's mouth about them being the same. He didn't want to think about that now. This guy was too smart for his own good. After Casey blinded him, Tristian caught mad. This excited him more.

After Casey was slammed into the wall and covered inside of a force field, Casey thought it was smart to do what he did. Tristian yelled for him to bring back the light. Casey sighed. No use trying anything now, he might have been blinded but he still was able to trap Casey.

Casey thought this went on long enough. He emerged from more shadows of the alley as Tristian's eyes now took on view of the world again. The darkness was gone and Casey was looking at him, neither mad, happy, amused nor curious. His expression was blank. The Casey in the bubble disappeared in a faint light, the force field going with it. It was all an illusion. From the moment Casey threw that athame, it was all fake.

The real Casey hissed, after moments of silence. "What's wrong? Mad." If anything were going to happen, now would be the most likely time. Casey knew he tested his patience and he was obviously waiting for something. Casey felt his unwelcomed appearance thinning out. The thrill made him want to kill, want to do something evil. That's what it felt like to be evil.

(( If your confused just read my last couple of posts and keep in mind that Casey is real, but Casey is an illusion. ))

[Tristan Conrad]

((OOC: haha no! That was an awsome twist - really clever!))

It seemed that the stranger was smart enough to listen to Tristan's demands, and the light came back; just in time to see Casey disappear, along with the forcefield that contained him... which was a normal occurrance. He then breathed a sigh of relief. That was, until Casey hissed at him from behind, to which Tristan turned around to face this drunkan warlock. When he saw his face, he rolled his eyes. In a calm, but aggrivated tone, he asked, "You like testing my patience, don't you?" He left a small pause before continuing with, "Isn't there someone you could torture or kill? I kind of have something important going on..." He hoped that being somewhat nice would let Casey know of the mercy he was showing him.

[Casey Kobalt]

Casey stood there looking at Tristian. He had calmed down a bit, both of them. Casey, first had no intentions when he saw him, he only wanted to check him out, without making himself noticeable, but when he got to thinking about the possibilities...he couldn't resist. He thought of taking his powers, of fighting him and getting some kind of thrill, it beat just staying inside with those horrid mortals.

But now Casey was returning more to himself. He didn't care about Tristian anymore, now that he saw that this was not an easy win. He wanted to enjoy the rest of the night, it was still young to him. He wanted to go get another drink, bathe, get a massage, eat a feast, relax in his giant castle to which he owned himself.

"You like testing my patience, don't you?" He left a small pause before continuing with, "Isn't there someone you could torture or kill? I kind of have something important going on..." Casey tuned back in at this moment, coincidentally his desire matching Tristian's. Casey was quiet for a while, he then took a step forward, eyes still on Tristian.

"Clearly this wasn't going to be as easy as I thought," he truthfully said, "And I, myself, have other obligations, so I'll leave you be," his last few words had a little obvious emphasis on them, as if he would leave him be....for now.

Without another warning, word or look. Casey was gone in the blink of an eye.

[Tristan Conrad]

((OOC: Aww, you didn't actually need to leave... i was just setting up a situation...))

'Finally!' Tristan thought. He couldn't wait to get rid of this pesky warlock. It seemed that he realised that for the moment, Tristan could out smart and out rank him.

Tristan breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he did, four demons appeared in different forms, surrounding him, some by shimmer, others by blinking...

"You're late," Tristan said flatly, showing disappointment, although he was covering his nerves. The four demons bowed their heads. "What do you have for me?" he asked, testing them and making sure they brought what he had demanded.

Straggler Demon: "I stole the athame you wanted from the black market sire," he said as he cowered before Tristan, passing the magical weapon.

Darklighter: He rolled his eyes and said, "And I brought the Whitelighter's amulet," throwing it to Tristan.

Tristan caught the necklace and examined, after which, he glared at the Darklighter for disrepecting him.

There was a pause of silence. Tristan looked at the other two, who had said and presented nothing. He looked at both of them fiercely, "Well?"

Swarm Demon: "The mission was too dangerous. We had to withdraw our forces."

Tristan sharply turned his head to the other in anger, waiting for a reply.

Power Trader: "I brought some of the best... no... please don't..." He raised his hands in front of his face in fear of Tristan, and before Tristan could do anything, the Power Trader dropped a glowing white ball on the floor and he blew up in flames, leaving a brown sack on the ground.

Tristan grunted and then picked up the sack, "At least it was worth something..."