Post by Derrick West on Aug 21, 2013 10:39:55 GMT
What is worse then a roommate that won't clean up after themselves? Having a roommate that wants to kill you. Sounds dramatic but it couldn't be more true. Derrick was sadly going hand-to-hand with an attractive, vindictive and full-blown psychotic harpy who seemed to not just want to move in without paying fees, but wanted Derrick's friggin' soul! Didn't want much right? He was willing to split the electricity bill, he was willing to pay for any 'unexplainable damages' and he was open to any kind of lifestyle - maybe not a soul-sucking demon but he wasn't exactly closed minded. But this was just rude! Moving as quick as he could, the harpies claws lashed at him as the manticore man dodged the attack and dropped to the ground. The harpy hissed at him, claws at the ready and preparing for another attack. But this guy wasn't about to let some demonic tramp suck his soul out of him, so he stomped upwards and kicked the demon in the chest, catapulting her backwards and into the wall as she dropped to the floor. The perks of being inhumanly strong right?
As he rose to his feet, the demoness did too as she flashed a glare his way. A fireball appeared in her hand as she got ready to attack, and a large frown appearing on his face. "I said stable, NON-SMOKER!". He screamed as a wave of unparrallel energy hit the fiend as she smashed back down onto the floor. Leaping from where he was, he hoped onto the wall and bounced back down as two feet landed on the demon's pack as she smashed back onto the floor. Okay, sure he was toying with her right now when he should be clearing this demon out before the next audition for Derrick's attempt to find someone to live with, but he had to put on the show. The demon who kills demons; almost poetic. The harpy stood up, and grunting Derrick put an end to this chick. By doing so, he jammed his fist into her chest as the demon evaporated in sparks of magic. With a bang and a bust, the demon was gone. Thank Christ for that!
Grabbing a towel from his closet, he looked around his place for a second. He was happy with it - he thought, it was better then the rank little appartment he did live in. Not to say the man-cave wasn't rad, but he picked up more shifts at P3 through much grovelling to Wy and a little wrestle on the P3 dancefloor before glasses got broken, but things were looking up. Derrick still had no idea what he was going to do with his life, its not like having A+ in demonology was going to give him career prospects, but he saw this as progress. Getting a fresh and new apartment, finding at least two people to live with, no idea for the future - yeah maybe just slow progress.