Intersecting West Main to the west, traffic flows heavily through this busy
Beacon Harbor street. This street is lined with businesses and services
related buildings on both sides. The famed Lighthouse Hospital is located
along the north side of the street, its emergency room has one of the best
trauma units in the country, and is often quite busy. Constructed of steel
and black glass, the monolithic Beacon Harbor Police Headquarters is two
blocks west of the hospital and on the other side of the street. At night,
the streets are only a touch quieter than the day, as neither of these places
close. Other businesses, wedged between the hospital and police, do quite
well thanks to the high volume traffic. Northgate Avenue intersects Pilot to
the west of the police headquarters and leads into the heart of Chinatown.

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Today's Weather:

        The air is moist and wet, as a rain stings the ground as it falls.
The sun is entirely obscurred by the clouds overhead, with the sky remaining
a dull grey behind them. A small breeze wisps down the streets, forming a
thin, crispy layer of ice on the ground.

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An unmarked door on Pilot Street opens on squeaky hinges, and a turbaned man
walks out backwards, waving to someone. The door closes and he starts to
trudge down the street, obviously not to any particular place.

From the illuminated doors of Lighthouse Hospital emerges a young lad walks
into the streets holdings something to his chest underneath his shirt. He
looks left and right and continues down the street in the direction of Blue
Raja. There are few people and vehicles out this time of night, but still the
boy looks nervous, and eyes Blue Raja carefully as he gets closer to him...

Blue Raja is watching his step, because it's pretty darn icy right now. One
misplaced step and... oops. He steps on a puddle of ice and goes skidding
towards Sinn, pinwheeling his arms and trying to catch his balance.

Sinn attempts to be lightfooted and dodge the oncomming turban-wearing man,
but his gangly build combined with his attempt to hold something is a deadly
combination. He bangs heads with Blue and trips over his own legs, dropping
onto the street several plastic medical bags filled with blood.....

Blue Raja stops skidding, but, dang, doesn't it hurt to stop. He falls the
other way now, landing hard his back and knocking the wind out of himself for
the fiftieth time. Luckily, his fall is broken by a bag, which unfortunatly
pops, and... well, water-balloon effects.

Sinn's eyes widen as he hears the sound of a night's hard work spill into the
storm drain. He leaps to his feet and shoves Blue Raja as hard as a 16 year
old skinny goth can to see the damage done.

Blue Raja was already halfway to his feet when he's shoved back down. He
knows that it's Furious' job, but he's starting to get pretty peeved.

Sinn clenches his fists, it is not very often that he will get angry, but
damnit he NEEDED that blood. He takes a few deep breaths and tries to calm
down. The rest of the blood will do him no good if he gets angry and does
something crazy and stupid. He mixes the blood with some slush and washes it
from the street, leaving no evidence. As well he folds up the purged plastic
and puts it in his pocket. A simple "Stupid Shithead" is all that is heard
from him as he gathers the other bags...

Blue Raja watches in astonishment as this kid just totally ignores him in
favor for... whatever it is that just popped. He struggles back to his feet
and stands over an unpopped bag, ready to ask this punk what he's up to.

Sinn makes no aknowledgement of Blue Raja except to roll an eyeball upward to
see that he's still there. Each bag is gathered up and the "punk's" arms are
full once again, the boy walks towards the middle of the street. If his arms
weren't full he'd probably flip off the stranger.

Blue Raja, hands on his hips, shakes his head. That kid couldn't have been
older than... well, seventeen, he guesses, and what the fork is he doing with
all these bags? And what are they full of? He quickly runs to a puddle of
light under a street lamp, skidding a and sliding a bit, and looks at the
back of cape, which is soaked with the stuff. He almost screams... its...
it's.... "Blood!" he mumbles to himself. What is the kid doing with BLOOD? He
whirls around to watch what happens.

Sinn finally reaches a manhole in the center of the street. He squints a bit
under the streetlight, but goes about his business.The bags are promptly put
down again, carefully. The manhole cover is removed with some amount of
difficulty, but is slid to the side. Each bag of blood is dropped into the
sewer carefully. After all the bags are in the boy leaps into the sewer and
does not emerge until about a minute later. Now he stares directly at the
turbaned man, accusingly.

Blue Raja gapes as the kid does all this. "Well, now, that's no place for
AB-" he thinks out loud. He stays in his puddle of light, though, so he can
see better if there's any ice around him. Now as the kid stares at him, he
stares back, wondering.

Sinn shakes his head as he strides forward towards Blue Raja. An index finger
is thrown out, indicating that Bluey should be feeling some degree of guilt
for what he did. "You are very lucky asshole, any other night and you'd be in
serious trouble." flies out of the kid's mouth as each step brings him closer
to Blue.

Blue Raja's eyes grow wide. What horrendous language! He backs up a few
steps, his hands silently going behind his cape. There is a slight flash of
silver as he takes out two forks, one in each hand. He doesn't raise them
right away, waiting to see if the kid is just a belligerant little creep or
if he means business.

Sinn gets closer and closer to the sidewalk, "You may not be aware of this,
but at this hour its not advisable for freaks in their pajamas to be prancing
about pissing off the likes of me! Here listen!" The boy pauses for a moment,
nothing happens, complete silence, he then continues forward, "You wanna know
why there are never animals or bugs around here at this time of night? You're
lookin at him!"

Blue Raja raises a quite amused eyebrow. Roy and this guy could exchange
witticisms for hours if they ever got the chance. He looks calmly at the
advancing kid. Well, he LOOKS like he's looking calmly at the advancing kid.
Inside his head, wheels are turning and Raja is summing up the situation.
Okay, kid with bags of blood. Kid with bags of blood in sewer. Kid with bags
of blood in sewer and seeming pretty ticked off right now. Okay, he has a
fair grasp on the situation now. He'll wait for the blood kid to make the
first move.

Sinn finally gets face to face with Raja and really puts his face in there.
He in fact slightly butts his head on Raja as he shoves him backwards,
"However, it doesn't seem you want to move on at this point. Why aren't ya
leavin? Gonna be a hero? Gonna save the day?" He puts his finger square in
the center of Bluey's chest and presses hard, "Huh?"

Blue Raja winces. Okay. That poke really hurt. That's a good enough first
move for now. He narrows his eyes at Sinn and advances a little. "And what if
I DO?" he asks in a really overdone British accent. "What if I do try to save
the day? Is there a reason I should try to?" His forks are ready, but he's
too close to do anything with them just yet.

Sinn lets a wry smile creep across his face, this guy is easy to antagonize,
he can see the hate of evil within him, "Aren't you one of those "heros" who
go around saving the day and who dispise evil?" He is getting more riled than
usual and he sets a glare into Raja, the glare of a million tortured souls...

Blue Raja gives Sinn a very uncharacteristic sneer. "Maybe I am." he says
forcefully. Sinn's not the only one who can see people's eyes. Raja looks him
right in the eyes, just to be a bit startled to see so much hate in such a
young person. His eyebrows go up in surprise, and he takes a step back.
"Geez." he mutters under his breath.

Sinn shoots his hand forward, grabbing for Blue's neck, trying to pin him
against the building, "Then you are not better than I."

Blue Raja gasps, his hands also going to his throat, trying to block Sinn and
still holding forks. Too late! Sinn has him by the neck, but he manages to
hold himself away from the wall. He's going to have to save his breath, and
knows he can't afford to get it knocked out of him now. Instead of clawing
frantically at Sinn, Raja attempts to jab Sinn's hands with his forks.

Sinn doesn't stop with his grip on Raja, despite the forks digging into him.
It is as if he doesn't even notice them. He only turns his head once the
forks begin scraping against his hand bones creating friction. However,
despite this gouging, there is absolutely no blood or fluid from the wound.
An even more wry smile stretches itself across Sinn's face, "Hungry are we?"

Blue Raja starts to gag a bit and on a sudden impulse lets himself drop to
the ground. If he does it quickly enough, he might just surprise Sinn into
letting him go.

Sinn leaps back quickly letting Blue drop to the ground. He then for some
reason pats himself down quickly and nervously. "Shit."

Blue Raja sits on the icy ground for a moment, shaking and breathing heavily.
He looks up at Sinn and staggers to his feet once again, his eyes wide.
"What... What?" he doesn't even have enough sense to finish his own question,
let alone ask it. He shoves the dinner forks back into their secret pockets
and finds instead a grapefruit spoon and a dessert fork.

Sinn relaxes a bit, "You live, you were playing possum to get away.
Interesting." He advances on Bluey once again, pointing, "I warn you now
because I never like to insue an unfair fight on one so helpless and unaware
such as youself. You don't want to prod the dark side of the sewer..."

Blue Raja weilds his spoon defensively. "Dark side of the sewer?" he asks
increduously, "Is /that/ who you are?" interesting. TERRIBLY interesting...
and dangerous, too, it seems. He looks Sinn over again, aiming carefully
before flicking the dessert fork at Sinn's arm.

Sinn watches as the fork sails from Blue's arm, through the night air, and
right through Sinn's arm, sticking out the other side. He tries to move the
arm, but it seems the fork has severed some muscle that is essential for
upward movement. He rips the fork from his flesh with his free hand and
watches his other arm dangle. He throws the fork back to Blue and says very
simply, "Have it your way hero." Sinn's eyes roll into the back of his head
and his flesh suddenly explodes out and dissapears in a flash of smoke, from
where the boy once was, a great black demon takes his place. (desc change)

Blue Raja throws himself backwards into the wall, shaking uncontrollably. He
squeaks, not having the lungful of air needed to scream. "Oh my. Oh my ohmy
ohmy!" he stutters, vivibly stunned and a bit disgusted. he drops the spoon
an searches through his pockets for forks. Well, no shortage of THAT. He
selects quickly, and holds his cocktail fork cocked and loaded. "D-d-don't
come any ne-ne-nearer, or..." aw dang, is a fork really going to be a match
for this guy?

This demonic figure stands at 7 feet tall, hunched over. His skin is coarse
and black. His flesh ripples, but is firm like muscle. His eyes glow fire red
and his head is almost arrow shaped to fit his long jaw filled with sharp,
jagged teeth. His red tongue dangles from the side of his jaw, much like
venom, and he drools slightly. As one moves down his form, you notice this
legs are constantly bent. Combined with his hunching over, and bent legs he
could probably stand 9 feet tall, but it doesn't look like he would while his
hands have long thick claws for slashing and impaling. Simply a hell-sent
killing machine.

This transformation cannot simply be a threat, Sinn was avoiding it. The
entire purpose of his blood-raid was to prevent this, but no matter. He takes
a 20 ft. leaps forward and stands 5 feet from Raja, drooling and flicking his
tounge, "Suffer!"

Blue Raja suffers, all right. He suffers out of his mind. What did he do to
deserve this? Ohgodinheaven what the hell is it? Raja stares up at the beast,
poking himself on his fork to make sure he's not having another one of those
terrible, horrible nightmares. Guess not. Well, he decides, If I'm going to
go down, I'm going to go down like a hero. He hurls the fork with all his
might at Sinn, not really caring where it might hit, and instantly whips out
two more forks.

Sinn watches the forks bounce off of his skin and he bares his teeth with
amusement. He takes a step forward and grabs Blue by the head, applying the
pain touch, "Save the CITY!" Is screamed as the mental attack is set upon
Raja.

Blue Raja clenches his eyes shut and lets out a yelp as he feels the hand
come down on his head. And stop. What the? He opens one eye and looks up at
the beast. What is he doing with my turban? Raja asks himself. Seizing the
moment, he grabs a few more of his forks and shoves them towards Sinn, hoping
he has enough time to live.

Sinn stares down Bluey as the forks continue to bounce off of his skin, is he
that strong? Is this a meta with hidden protection powers? The hand is
squeezed slightly, still waiting for the screams of agony...

Blue Raja is just jabbing away now. Suddenly his turban shrinks a bit and he
gasps in surprise. "Ow!" he exclaims. Aha! Here's my large pie-server! Raja
grabs the pie-server and doesn't throw it. Instead, he shoves it upwards,
hoping to stab Sinn in the arm. "Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease," he thinks
frantically.

Sinn is simply poked with the pie server, not even piercing the skin. He
growls and lifts Blue up by the head a good 5 feet in the air. He steps back
and flames well up in his eyes. Just as Blue is sure to be fried, he is
dropped, and Sinn slowly starts to smoke and burn. The daylight has crept
upon both of them and is burning Sinn. He seems in no pain, but is very
concerned as he is being burned alive. He lets out a horrible yell and rips
the manhole cover from the sewer. He dives in and pulls the cover on behind
him, scurrying off. Probably with the bags of blood.

Blue Raja stares, wide-eyed, at the manhole cover. He trembles so violently
that he can't even get to his shaky feet. He looks at the sun (although it's
not recommended by optometrists everywhere) and starts to laugh a wheezy,
happy-to-be-alive laugh. He curls himself into the smallest ball he can,
hugging his knees tightly, and still laughing.