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[justasaleswoman]

The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?



[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

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[cutting_edgex23]

"He was a demon lord. In Limbo."

Beat.

"In my world."

This pause is longer.

"I do not think he comes here."

[justasaleswoman]

"Do many other demons?" she asks.

Because if her boss comes her? Verity wants to know right the hell now.

[cutting_edgex23]

X is quiet for a moment or two, running through her mental databanks.

Then--

"I have not met any."

Beat.

"There are angels. And gods. I have met some of those."

[justasaleswoman]

Her eyes flicker back to red for a second -- just a second -- at the mention of angels.

(She's less concerned about gods.)

"Well, this certainly is an interesting place I've stumbled onto."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes. Sometimes it is very busy."

Beat.

"And dangerous."

This time she shrugs, one-shouldered and quick.

"I like it."

And at least no one has been turned into a an animal in a while. X did not like that at all.

[justasaleswoman]

"Oh, I think I'm going to, too."

Danger doesn't bother her, really.

And this place . . . has potential.