Coming to America [Grigori]

Martyr found himself outside of a brick building in downtown New York, New York after telling his mother and little sister that he needed to go to New York for a business trip. The building was small; with large windows and mannequins wearing his main targets. Diamond necklaces. It was the 5th store he had robbed in a week, trying to get enough money to ensure that his mother and sister would be taken care of should some form of... death. Come to him. He wouldn't be robbing banks in broad daylight again, not after the last time.

He forced himself to break a window before he could psych himself out about this. As soon as he felt the glass break beneath the elbow cloth of his elbow, he moved inside and quickly went to work to shut off the alarms. By breaking them. This was when he realized that he would only have minutes before someone would show up on the scene; and if he was caught in America? He may not make it back to Canada. Not even in an urn. He stuffed the duffle bag he brought with him to the brim with jewelry and money from the register - unable to get into the safe and thanking god for the laziness of certain employees.

The dark of the room around him almost hid everything about his costume except for the glowing green of his goggles which were the only form of light being emitted from inside the room and also his only light source to see. If however; lights were turned on, he would be able to see the dark oak roof and disgustingly white tile floor. Certainly not the place the rich and famous would search for any sort of gift for themselves, but there were, in fact, gems and diamonds here, not to mention the gold. Thus; despite his... look at the place, he would go ahead and hit it all the same.

Nathaniel collided with the ground, landing on the ground, legs braced against the concrete of the alleyway he had slipped into. Granted, he was more chasing someone than actually skulking through the alleyways of New York at the moment. Silver eyes rapidly acclimated to the darkness as he caught sight of something moving through the darkness, though he had an idea what that thing was. Faint bright white flames ringed with gold came to life around his right hand, as Nathaniel quickly moved in the direction of the unknown figure that was more than aware that he was chasing it. ”Demons always running away.” He growled as the odd shadow crawled up a brick wall and into the building.

The demon was his highest priority, though suddenly something caught his attention was well. The fact it came from the very building that the thing slipped into, likely hiding within shadows where it was hoping to escape from him. Either the thing was not the only thing that had broken into it, or he was likely going to end up busting into someone also breaking into the building. Extinguishing his fire,  Nathaniel used his fingers to dig into the side of the building, pulling himself up until he reached one of the windows.

Smashing through the window was easy enough, only using a bit of effort as shards were sent flying and he landed on the tiled floor. He didn’t exactly look like a hero, dressed in his black jeans, leather jacket and the casual white shirt underneath it. The place was dark, enough so that he could barely see anything, but that was remedied as he sheathed his body within a thin layer of flames that spread its light across the room. Only one thing was illuminated, one of those being a humanoid figure that he assumed had something to do with the alarms blaring.

”So…who are you?” He asked in a slightly demanding tone.

Martyr continued looking through the jewelry store; finding multiple trinkets that he could likely pawn off. He heard a commotion outside; but tried to pass it off to himself as a couple of cats getting into it. He found himself looking outside straight into the face of a man - who wasn't a cop as far as he could tell. - he stared at him and when the man spoke; it took him a moment for him to answer. "Uh... Janitorial service?" He tried to lie.

He looked around the room momentarily; as if looking for an escape. The front door was being blocked by the other man, and there was shattered glass all over the floor - more so than when he came in - and he really didn't feel like walking over it. He spotted the emergency door behind him and realized that this would be his way out if the other man decided to try and fight him. "I could ask you the same question. What kind of person just breaks into a jewelry store while the janitor is taking the jewelry to be cleaned?" He said doing his best to turn this on him.