Deviant

As Saileyra said  “Apparently were both meeting here for more than one reason tonight.” and “Then were both on the same grounds. I’m here to end his life as well.”, the Black Angel simply nodded, as she was taking in her surroundings, as if readying herself for an attack she felt was imminent. The drab bar, was certainly not big on appearances, clearly built to simply quench the thirst of the local blue collar workers. It was a throw back to the speak easy's that dominated Chicago in the prohibition era United States, which embedded the image of the Chicago gangster on the nations consciousness in the 1930's. Prohibition era crime in Chicago truly cementing Chicago's reputation as a hub for crime, both petty and more severe, which lasted up until the present day, attracting the seedy types one would expect throughout the city.

Nevertheless, the Black Angel was happy she'd come to a place that was bigger on drinking then "Broski's trying to score....", as she wasn't in the mood to get hit on, and from the looks of it neither was Saileyra. So she was certainly happy she didn't stumble into a bar frequented by college frat boys, wannabe rock stars, and all deuce bags in between. It wasn't that she didn't like the company of men, just not men like that.... It was in this moment that she truly missed Katsumi, and wished he was here, even though he was likely just another person who'd be hurt from getting to close to her...

The Black Angel's mind drifted to the Lord of the Flies, especially as to how she'd be able to defeat this particular monstrosity, who she knew was coming for her. At best she figured her Glock's would do the trick, at worst..... Well she'd cross that bridge as it came. For now she planned what she'd do if this mysterious "Saileyra" attacked her, or if the Lord of the Flies made a surprise cameo appearance. A nearby pool table would be easy to flip, making good cover for the Black Angel to operate behind, as she'd take a defensive stance at the start of whatever hypothetical attack might be launched against her. The window near the restrooms would make for a good exit, should things get to hot inside the bar.

Shaking her head, and snapping back into the moment and the conversation with the exotic looking operative she'd met previously in Los Angeles, the Black Angel said "Funny running into you again, especially seeing as we're both after the same man.... This town can get to small I swear.....". After taking a final drag from the remnants of her cigarette, the Black Angel smiled and said "The Rippers made the world news I guess....". Then sighed, saying "I'm afraid he's a bit more then you're expecting..... Not some simple psycho with a knife.... Rather a bit more I'm afraid...." with her upper crust English/Hong Kong accent. Looking down, she distantly said "I believe the Ripper, is possessed, likely by the Lord of the Flies whose not of this world.... I wouldn't recommend getting mixed up in this if you can avoid it.... As win or lose, their is going to be a devil to pay....".

She rather enjoyed Saileyra, thinking they seemed to both be kindred spirits of some kind, perhaps even made from the same cloth? It was funny what a difference time and circumstance meant, as a month ago she was ready to do whatever was necessary to defeat Saileyra, who was at that point still unknown, and now here she was enjoying her company. Life was full of these funny little paradox's the Black Angel was finding, and more and more she believed she was coming across people it seemed she was designed to meet, as if their was some predetermined plan for her life, which was up until now still unknown to her. Life seemed out of control for her at times, partially due to her drinking, though also because she felt someone else had taken the wheel and begun to steer her down a more meaningful path.

When Saileyra said “I am the commander of the organization OCEAN. We end people like this man from the face of the earth. Those who threat cities, the balance, they need to die. I am here to do just that. I believe in brothers and sisters in arms, perhaps we can aid each other in this battle." the Black Angel sighed, she was never one to work well with others. She'd led men in combat before, groups of Jades, as well as in her days as "Soldier of Fortune", mostly to mixed results, as she'd never fully trusted anyone but herself. Truth be told she was much more comfortable leveling an enemy compound herself, then marking for an airstrike that may, or may not come. Though she certainly agreed with O.C.E.A.N's founding principles, the Black Angel wasn't ready to give up her mistrust yet, even though she reminded daily by the fact that whatever "Balance" the world had was starting to collapse, one only needing to look at NYC to realize this....

As much as the Black Angel knew she'd need the help, she was determined to finish this by herself, as the Ripper had just made things personnel. A cocky smile crawled across the Black Angel's face as she looked at Saileyra, saying "I certainly respect your organization then.... But I'll be responsible for no one but myself.... Have enough blood on my conscience.... Don't need anymore....", as she began to get up from the bar.

Just as the Black Angel stood, the lights flashed for a moment, before dimming completely, as the sound of a low howl of wind passed by. Their was a stir among the patrons, especially as the door to the outside blew open, revealing no one standing in the doorway. The Black Angel turned to Saileyra, saying only "Well..... He's here....", then taking one of her Glock 9mm's from her holster, began cautiously approaching the doorway. Keeping her aim fixed on the front door, which was now swinging open and shut loudly, the Black Angel slowly walked across the bar, as everyone inside watched the bizarre event with something close to a combination of primal fear and confusion.

Death had come for the Black Angel tonight.... And only one of the two would walk away....

Downtown Chicago, Chi-Town: Le Pig was everywhere in this fly infested city of Chicago, from asses of horses in the cities many slaughterhouses, to the ventilation shafts of the cities highest buildings, high street stores, and even seedy bars, as the overseer of the Order of the Fly had a special connection with the insects, which allowed him to see what they see. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for after he'd assumed his true form in this world, the Black Angel, who was apparently the divine champion against him in this great, cosmic game. She was angry, sad, lonely, and vulnerable... She was out for blood, though ultimately however, she'd fall like the others, her eventual death being only slightly more satisfying then the others.

As Le Pig disappeared and became one with the shadows, he began to think "The mere fact she was chosen by.... Them.... As a testament to the fact that they were losing their hold on influencing people towards the path of the Ethos... Never since the War of the Cosmos had their power been so low....". Le Pig had learned much of this "Black Angel" from his time spent killing the seer who'd glimpsed into his plans, and from what he could tell she was nearly as fallen as he was, and that was truly what he'd hated about the ethos leader he'd served countless ages ago.... He picked his favorites....What truly separated him from this woman? She was self serving, vainglorious, a murder, only she was a "Chosen One", while he was cast out with the rest of the Fallen Ones who'd opposed the Ethos. It was a striking paradox, this "Black Angel" spent her life working against divinity, yet she was the Ethos champion.... While he'd served him for countless years, and one mistake and he was cast into dark... It was truly as he said all that time ago "Better to reign in a wasteland than to serve in an Eden.",  in Eden he was an errand boy, in the wasteland he was a god.

On Earth, he could tempt, and every so often corrupt one of "Chosen Ones" to the point he could manifest himself through them, as he'd done with the Ripper. Now, he was here to do the Fallen's work, and throw the city of Chicago into a terror it had never known. All that stood in his way was this pathetic excuse for a champion, who seemed as corruptible as any of this worlds creatures, only most hadn't ended nearly anywhere the amount of life that this "Angel" had. She would be his final victim for the sin of greed, an epitaph  to it, and a warning to the Ethos, that the power of the night was increasing ten fold. He'd show the people of Chicago just how powerless their prayers truly were, when confronted with randomness of ultimate evil.

As Le Pig b crossed the city of Chicago as a dark shadow, the lights eerily dimmed, animals scurried for cover, and a loud howling could be heard in the nigh sky. When reaching Downtown Chicago, Le Pig dark shadow avoided the bright lights of the city, Finally the dark shadow descended upon a small, unremarkable looking building, which no doubt served as a bar, evidence from the dimming neon beer signs. This was where she was, Gods champion, drinking her pain away. Beelzebub laughed a callous laugh, saying to himself "Is it possible he's sunk so low as to think this creature can defeat me?".

As the shadow touched the top of the rooftop, which was by now covered in darkness, Le Pig took his true form,  that of a terrible, giant beast, largely muscled, and well over fifteen feet tall, weighing well north of 3,000 lbs. His head is that of a vicious wild boar, which blazes with deep red eyes, razor sharp tusks and teeth protrude from his massive mouth. His body is seemingly ape like, as he walks upright, which is due to his previous life as a divine entity. Le Pig is gender less, though he's often referred to in the masculine form. He has a great set of wings, his wings making it apparent he was at one time a divine being, though something looks clearly off with them, making it also apparent Le Pig is an evil entity. This gives whoever beholds Le Pig a clear indication to both his gilded past, as well as his damned present and future. His arms are long, and massively muscled, covered with a coat of thick black fur, along with the rest of his body. Le Pig's hands are gigantic, each hand has four ape like fingers, with large claws at the end of each finger. His legs are also ape like, hugely muscled, and with large claws at the end of his feet, which could easily tear a man in two. He stepped towards the ledge of the roof, as a dark mist descended all around the building, looking as if it transported the bar into another world.

Cackling, Le Pig said "Now lets show him he's a terrible mistake.....", and jumped down onto the street.

When Saileyra said "I did not come here all the way from Asia to not fight this fucker.”, it made the Black Angel think that it was something she could have said back when she was a gun for hire. Saileyra certainly was cut from a similar cloth as her, that much was obvious, and the fact she'd come from Asia, the Black Angels home continent was certainly intriguing to say the least. The Black Angel was steadfast in wanting to work alone, had this been anyone else, but Saileyra was.... Similar.... At least at first appearance. If she was going to be anything more, well only time would tell, as time had a way of building or breaking fellowships.... From the corporate world, to a foxhole, time truly revealed all. By the time Saileyra said "You do not have to worry about my blood on your hands. I intend to shed blood." the Black Angel had already made up her mind, and hopefully two would be better then one.

Sighing, the Black Angel nodded her head, saying "Very well.... I've heard that sound in a few voices before, and I know you're not going to accept no for an answer.... I admire that.... Even though I don't advocate that here...". The Black Angel then switched her attention to the doorway, where thick white smoke was now descending onto the street at an alarming rate, making the Black Angel think to herself "Something tells me this guy isn't a simple serial killer anymore....", while she kept her focus trained on the doorway. Meanwhile Saileyra was seeing to it that the bartender found his way out safely, another admirable quality as far as the Black Angel could tell. As Saileyra returned from getting the bartender to run, she drew a most unusual sword, which was either cutting edge technology (No pun intended), or not of this world, the Black Angel couldn't tell which. It was certainly nothing she'd seen before, and the Black Angel had fought on all the majorly populated continents, and knew all small arms currently available from grainy picture.

The Black Angel figured she had her answer however, because as the lights turned totally dim, Saileyra's eyes began to glow an unnatural color, "So she's not from this world.... Interesting...." the Black Angel thought to herself. Then as quickly as the total dark had descended, it was gone, Saileyra shooting through the ceiling, the bullet being some sort of illuminated round, as it quickly lit up the night sky. The Black Angel watched silently, as Saileyra said “Let there be light.”, smiling and thinking to herself "Well that evens things out a bit.... Doesn't it?". However that light quickly began to fade as well, until they once again were alone in the dark. The Black Angel took out her cigarette lighter, then said "Archaic.... But effective....", and lit the small lighter with her left hand, her other hand clutching her Glock 9mm. The semi-lit room, eerily glowed as the lighter caused the shadows around the bar to dance in an unusual way, which left the Black Angel quite unsettled.

Realizing the two of them needed to get the hell out of the bar, the Black Angel then said "Alright.... Shoot at whatever's making all that noise up their.... When you shoot, I'll burst outside, take him from the top, you just fucking cover me from the bottom.... Then you get the fuck out of this place, Okay?". When the plan was finalized, Saileyra shot through the roof at whatever was hunting them, and by the sounds of things hit it, as several cries of pain could be heard as the Black Angel burst through the door to the outside, the cries growing even louder outside.

Wasting little time however, the Black Angel athletically grabbed the bars hanging sign, swung on it a few times, then did a front flip onto the roof, landing crouched on her feet, her Glock pointed at whatever was opposite her on the roof. The Black Angel was ready for the fight of her life, only their wasn't anything on the roof. She cautiously moved towards the hole in the roof, which had been made by Saileyra's blast. Glancing towards the opposite rooftops, the Black Angel was careful to not get ambushed by whatever was up here, however from the sounds coming from within the bar, it was clear to the Black Angel that it had managed to evade both her and Saileyra, "Great.... A fucking shape shifter...." she thought, before running across the roof to jump below.

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Le Pig was just about to strike when a light shot through the roof of the building he'd been standing on, coming close enough to singe part of his skin, which healed a few seconds later. Their was an explosion of light, as Le Pig laughed, saying "The light won't save you anymore than it will save me....", and channeling some sort of energy through himself, slowly dimmed the light. Using his flies within the bar, he was able to keep several close sets of eyes on the two, who were seemingly hatching some sort of plan.

When they were ready, the size of the blast that the woman he wasn't after shot at him surprised the Le Pig, the blast hitting his right arm, burning it in a way he hadn't felt in some time. Wincing and screaming in pain, Le Pig cried out in pain, but after a few seconds the pain faded, and he quickly turned into a shadow once again, quickly transporting himself through the hole in the roof and into the bar.

Now within the shadows of the bar, Le Pig materialized, while also shooting a powerful energy bolt towards the woman who'd attacked him. This woman had hurt him, she to would now die, he only need find her sin.

The Black Angel sprinted across the wrecked roof of the bar, jumping acrobatically down through the gaping hole Saileyra had conveniently left in it. As she jumped back down into the bar, the Black Angel pulled out her second Glock 9 mm, giving her dual pistols, her favorite weapons of choice. They'd been so since her days as a Jade, she was an amazing shot, as well as among the fastest quick drawers in the world. Her pistols were in a way an extension of her body, as she'd been trained to view them that way since her days as a young Jade in training, at one of the Triad's brutal training camps for their genetically enhanced assassins.

Landing on her feet, the Black Angel's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the pitch black bar, in the meantime Le Pig had sent another great energy bolt from his hands, this time in the Black Angels direction. Spinning out of the way just in time, the bolt crashed into a nearby stereo, which exploded and sizzled from the impact. As she spun out of the way, the Black Angel let off four shots towards the abomination that was Le Pig, which all crashed into his chest area, however failed to drop massive demon, who simply was eating up the attack. 

Retreating to Saileyra's position, the Black Angel said "Any ideas?? Because this fucker isn't going down......". However just as the Black Angel was about to fire again, Le Pig was gone, as the large bar room danced with dark shadows. As the Black Angel and Saileyra kept a sharp eye, their weapons following every shadow as if it was imminent death, a demonic voice that was seemingly nowhere, yet everywhere began to speak in a strained, cackling hiss, saying "Your time is at an end chosen one.... You can no more defeat me then you can save your friend......", which practically made the Black Angels skin boil. The voice then said "And you fight for a cause and a people not of your own.... You're little more then a homeless wretch...".

Then emerging from the shadows once more Beelzebub shot an energy bolt at both the Black Angel and Saileyra, the bolts speeding towards each of the deadly assassins. The two had only split seconds to react, or else they'd each be having more problems then just a headache in the afternoon. As time began to slow, as her adrenaline was now fully coursing through her veins, the Black Angel wondered what these energy bolts were. She figured they were left over powers from Beelzebub's days as a Cherub, meaning they had at least part of the destructive power of God himself. However she did not know Le Pig's true name, or origins, and that Beelzebub was simply the Christian's attempt at defining him. The Black Angel did not fail to see the irony in the fact she was considered by most to be Gods chosen one in this battle, yet she was being attacked by his own power.

Dodging to the left, the Black Angel fired off a few shots, but Le Pig had drifted into the shadows once more. Holding her pistols tightly as she scanned the room for the demon, the Black Angel softly said "Just a little help..... That's all I'm asking for....". Her back against Saileyra's, for the first time in quite some time, she was happy she wasn't alone....

(OOC: Sorry for the late reply! I've been so busy lately.)

The Black Angel thought she understood the plan, basically draw fire, get this monstrosity into the right spot, and let Saileyra hopefully ruin his day. Saileyra skillfully bounded for the roof, and after a few acrobatic moves, was on the roof, leaving the Black Angel alone with this thing yet again. The shadows were eerie, moving as though they had a life of their own, dancing about in unnatural ways. Keeping her guns trained on the dancing far side of the room, the Black Angel carefully followed the shadows, ready for this demon to strike once again. "He's in there.... I knows he's in there.... Do I shoot? Risk hitting nothing, only to have him strike when I'm reloading? Fuck that...."The Black Angel thought to herself.

She could hear Saileyra readying herself outside, and in the split second turned a fraction of her attention to the roof, and that's when he struck. Charging out from the shadows, his massive tusks glistening in the moonlight pouring in from the wreaked ceiling. Noticing him the minute he emerged from the shadows, the Black Angel pulled the trigger, thinking "Fuck..... Did I really just let him get the drop on me?". The 9mm rounds slammed into the massive demented boars chest, though they hardly seemed to register on his face, and certainly weren't bringing the beast down. "He's going to slam into me.... Shit.... Shit...." the Black Angel thought as she began her back flip.

Hitting her square in the chest just as she landed, the massive beast sent the Angel flying across the room. She slammed into a chair and a few booths with a massive crash, only to once again see the demon charging her as she regained her bearings. This time the Black Angel was ready, and just as the demon was about to hit her yet again, she bounded on top of his shoulders, spring herself behind him, while firing some well placed shots into the back of the hugely muscled demon, who began screaming in pain, grabbing for his back. 

Enraged, the demon quickly turned around, a look of psychotic rage filling his red eyes, as the Black Angel slowly back tracked, her guns still drawn towards the demon. With a scream not of this world, the beast charged yet again, bringing his massive body chugging forward with all his strength. The Black Angel stepped just before where Saileyra had planned her trap, just as the demon grabbed a chair, quickly breaking it in one motion, and throwing a shattered leg of the chair, which flew through the air like a spear shot out of a cannon. 

The Black Angel who just began opening fire was caught semi off guard, and she dodged just in time to have the leg of the chair cut through her jacket, grazing her rib cage. The demon who'd simply eaten the Black Angels bullets, continued towards the Angel, who'd now fallen on her back. Looking up at this horrible beast, the Black Angel thought "So this is how it ends..... Speared by a pig??", as she fired her remaining clips into the now screaming demon. 

Just as she expected to be impailed by the remaining pieces of the chair, the Black Angel noticed the demon was exactly where he was supposed to be for Saileyra to ambush him. Looking up at the ceiling, the Black Angel thought to herself "Oh god do I hope that was enough of a distraction.....". With no time to reload her clips, the demon towering over her, starring at her with his piercing red eyes, the Black Angel only hoped that Saileyra hadn't split.... If she did, she'd end up split....

(OOC: Just lost everything I posted... Ugh... Oh well... Posting this, then finishing it when I get home.)

The Black Angel knew she'd only have a few moments left on this Earth if Saileyra didn't act quickly. Ultimately it was whatever to her, "Could have been a ditch in Somalia she reminded herself...", the Angel knew she was living on borrowed time no matter which way she sliced it. The only difference now was that she seemed to have been given some direction in life, some purpose besides money. It was just a shame she'd never get to fulfill all that could have been... Just as she accepted being skewered by this boar like monstrosity, the most unusual thing happened, Saileyra sprouted wings from seemingly out of nowhere. The assassin hurtling herself towards the demon at full speed, her wings spread like an Angel... Ironic.... And it was not an irony which went unnoticed by the Black Angel.

Saileyra fired several shots at the demon, just as the boar demon was about to strike the Angel at point blank range. The demon instantly saw that he'd been had by the assassin's, the boar demon trying to shape shift as the first bullet crashed into his neck. The demon turned into a formless shadow before the second bullet could strike, however Saileyra crashed into him like a cannonball, sending the screaming, wounded demon flying across the bar. The demon's formless body hit into the counter at the far end of the room like a ton of bricks, creating a massive "Boom!", and sending splinters into the air. All that could be heard from the shadowy mist at the far end of the bar was pained shrieks, as well as a demonic voice crying out in some long dead tongue. The demons shadow form then danced about the room as before, eerie, and unnatural.

Wasting little time, the Black Angel slammed two magazines into her Glock 9mm's, keeping both weapons trained on the far end of the  bar, where the unseen demon was making a colossal amount of noise. As Saileyra recovered from her dramatic entrance, the Black Angel blew several strands of long black hair that had covered her face, then began to stand, all the while keeping her eyes trained on the dancing, screaming shadows. The Black Angel helped Saileyra up with her extended right hand, and saying simply "Thanks.... I owe you one.....". The two female assassins were both standing now, ready for whatever new round of attacks this wounded demon had in store. He was most certainly trying to recover from his wounds in the shadows, buying himself valuable time to heel, at which point he'd no doubt strike again. Worst of all, the Black Angel and Saileyra seemed to be playing everything he threw at them correctly, and eventually they'd slip up. It was just a matter of who'd break first now...

Her eyes never left the shadow demon, whose form moved like a current, the light pouring in from hole in the ceiling playing all sorts of tricks with the wretched demons formless body. Thinking to herself, the Black Angel thought to herself "Now I know he changed form by the time Saileyra sent him flying across the room..... I guess that means you can hurt him when he's disappeared into the shadows? Whoever's trying to guide my life.... God.... Guide my spear.... All I'm asking for....". The Black Angel holstered one of her pistols, then bent down to pick up one of the makeshift wooden spears the boar demon had dropped. Next, she blocked out all distractions, the incoming sirens, the sound of the night itself, the sounds of shorting electrical wires, and falling pieces of debris, everything except the wailing demon at the far end of the bar. 

Quickly winding up, then throwing the spear harder then an Olympic javelin thrower could ever dream, the Black Angel slammed the spear into the demons formless body. With the spear clearly sticking into the shadow, which pitched up and down, it gave the Black Angel and Saileyra a clear indicator of where to fire, which they both quickly did, unloading several shots into the demon. The shadow rose now, flying towards the hole in the roof with all haste, while screaming in a pained demonic voice "This isn't over!!! I'll come back for you Angel!!! I'll come back when you're alone!!! With only your nightmares to guide you into the next life!!!". The shadow rose through the roof quickly, then just like that, the demon was gone.

Exhaling deeply, as if a massive weight was semi-lifted, the Black Angel turned to Saileyra, saying "Thanks..... You're good, some of the best moves I've ever seen... I couldn't done that without you....", the last words clearly stinging the Black Angels great pride. The sirens were getting closer however, so the Black Angel said "Well why don't we get out of here before we have some unwanted guests?".

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The Black Angel nodded, then let Saileyra lead the way through the shattered bar, and out the backdoor. Making their way out into the loud Chicago night, sirens were blaring, and their red and blue lights were lighting up the front of the building. Saileyra and the Black Angel didn't want to stick around and find out what the Chicago PD wanted, so the two ran full speed away from the bar, down a dark alleyway, which looked straight from a movie about Chicago's 1930's era gangsters. Both assassins were vigilant as they ran down the alley, flanked by high buildings, as they'd defeated the boar demon, but he'd clearly be back for more, the only question was how soon. So as both women ran, they kept sharp eyes, and weapons drawn.

When they reached the end of the dark, dank, dirty alley, which was dominated by brick buildings, dumpsters, and fire escapes, the Black Angel said "Go left.... I know a diner that's not far... We can get some food, blend in, and let things die down a little. I'll lead the way from here...". Holstering her weapons, as the two had now come onto another busy Downtown Chicago street, they carried on into the light. They had the appearance of bar crawlers, and certainly wouldn't draw any attention besides interested males. It was as the Black Angel liked it, no over the top costumes, and an ability to simply blend in.... Rather then look like a bull in a China shop, in some ridiculous get up, which only drew unnecessary attention. It was like wearing a sign that said fuck with me the Black Angel thought, and were bound to simply get Meta's into unwanted trouble.

As the two walked on the busy sidewalk, they no doubt kept a sharp eye on the night sky for any unwanted visitors, or visitor better yet. Making their way past tourists, businessmen, homeless people, party goers, the pair stumbled upon a little dive called "Downtown Diner", a little hole in the wall, which promised free coffee with the purchase of a $6.95 meal. It was unimpressive, especially for the high street area, and looked like it could be a potential health hazard. Overhead a flashing neon sign read "2 Hou Diner", the burned out neon's giving the place an almost seedy look. The Black Angel however reassuringly said "Doesn't look like much, but it has the best breakfast food in the city.".

As the two entered the little 50's themed dive, a sign clearly said "Seat Yourselves", and the Black Angel and Saileyra took a both at the far end of the diner, which would give them a commanding view of whoever entered. The both was unimpressive but clean, the table clearly worn, perhaps twenty years old, with several chips of wood missing. No sooner had they taken their seats, when a waitress came over with silverware, plates, menus, and coffee. The pair thanked the waitress, both agreeing they needed more time to order, but both took the coffee, the Black Angel realizing for the first time how winded she was from the fight with the demon.

As both were reading over the menu's, the Black Angel broke the silence, saying "How's the wings? I didn't expect you to have them I have to say... And I'm not easily surprised by much.... They were a life saver... Literally...".  The Black Angel skimmed the menu, figuring she'd made her choice, scrambled eggs and bacon, which would give her the protein she needed. She always found that once she'd been injured, and needed to use her powers of rejuvenation, she graved muscle building/healing protein, in whatever form it could be found.

The Black Angel nodded as Saileyra said  "Sore but worth it. Guess they are not so worthless in this world after all. When I came here I kept my wings but I cant fly for shit with them.", drinking her cup of warm, black coffee as Saileyra spoke. She figured Saileyra was a Meta, some sort of evolved or mutated human, but from her words she gathered that Saileyra was some sort of alien, perhaps even an interdimentional being? Nothing would really surprise that Black Angel anymore, as this world was so much more then the average person would ever know. For the Black Angel, starting to know the truth of things, being thrust headlong into the world of the occult, was enough to leave her confused, depressed, even frightened... At the very least however, it seemed she'd made a friend in fighting the boar demon that was after her, and seemed like would be again.

The Black Angel smiled, saying "Certainly worth it....". It was the first time she'd alluded to being happy to be alive in some time, perhaps it was because she wanted to see what Saileyra and this "O.C.E.A.N" was all about. It had peaked her curiosity, perhaps even gave her the feeling that she might not be alone in her crusade against the evil that humanity is ill equipped to deal with. Evil had to be fought with righteous evil, which could fight evil on their terms, while remaining in the light. It was just that this was easier said then done..... Eventually when fighting these animals, monstrosities, and psycho's, one would make their crossing into the darkness. At least that was how it seemed to the Black Angel, who was walking the line between good and evil.... From her near death experience, it seemed this her new purpose in life.. "Or had it always been?" she thought to herself.

When Saileyra asked "Are you alright? You almost got squashed back there..", the Black Angel nodded, touching the hole the demon had made in her leather jacket. After a moment, the Black Angel said "A few more inches and I'd be having a rough night... But.... I'm a fast healer....". The Black Angel figured Saileyra already had more then an inclination that she was a Meta of at least moderate power, who had charged herself with a similar crusade against evil. If this meant Saileyra wanted to recruit her into O.C.E.A.N remained to be seen however.... Whatever the case, O.C.E.A.N seemed like a good alternative to going it alone in this crusade against evil.... Though it certainly would take some getting use to working with a variety or people in a team again.

The Black Angel wondered how she'd introduce herself to O.C.E.A.N if she was recruited in.... How would she explain her past? "What am I going to say? I was possibly a Meta when I was a kid.... Then the Triad took me, trained and experimented on me to the point that I don't even feel human anymore? The mists of the past seeming only like distant nightmares, which I don't even know if they're real or manufactured.... Was I born into this world? Or built in a test tube.... The only memories that feel human being artificial...". the Black Angel thought to herself, reasoning to herself that what she thought was real, easily could not be. In some sick sense that would make Dragon Head her father..... "No....." that was a thought she couldn't let into her head....

Finished looking over the menu, the Black Angel and Saileyra put their menus down on the roughly used table. The Black Angel looked over the people in the diner, an elderly couple, several groups of drunken club goers, who'd check the pair of female assassins out at random intervals. Then their was a large amount of blue collar workers who looked as if they'd just finished long shifts. The waitress noticed the two had both placed their menus down, and quickly came over, taking the Black Angels order first. The Black Angel said "A western omlette.. Extra hot sauce please...".