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Characters: Catarina and anyone willing to put up with a moody demon
Setting: Floor 38
Format: Action start
Summary: Catarina's consolation prize from being crushed by her ridiculous costume isn't something she really wants...
Warnings: Catarina being her usual threatening/sexual self

[The second lounge, surrounded by clouds. It was a little dizzying to Catarina, but she honestly hadn't been looking out of the window for a while. Instead, she was sitting on beanbag chair with a necklace dangling over one hand. It was gorgeous, gold with a beautiful intricate charm carved onto the end. But her dark eyes were almost angry as she looked at it, her jaw tight. She knew what this was. She saw it when she was a child, and was supposed to be handed down to her. Catarina dropped her hand next to her, disgusted, letting the chain slither to the floor]

I've beaten you. I lived.

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[Catarina laughed, tilting her head] It couldn't have been all bad.

It was. There was nothing good about losing my free will, and watching people turn on one another.

Hm. The loss of control was annoying. But I will admit it was nice to have a power I never had before.

...The wings did have some advantages. But they made me more vulnerable.

*He won't say how to a demon who seems eager to fight(at least), though the armor he wears now might be a clue. Though, with all the light his body gave off... ...come to think of it, he's glad people can actually look at him now. It was awkward, making people uncomfortable.*

[She grinned at him] I do love glowing weak points, don't you?

*Too meta, too modern. He doesn't get it. ~~His game doesn't use the trope anyway.~~ So Catarina gets something of a confused look. She meant socially, right? Since that's the only way it was ever actually a weak point.*

I think I prefer it when the person I'm talking to can look at me.

And when they can't stop looking at you?

*There's a long pause, and Enoch shrugs.* It's flattering then, I suppose. But you would be looking at me as threat and prey, wouldn't you?

It's kept me alive, to look at everyone I meet the same way.

Rest assured, as long as I am not...under their spell, I am not a threat to you as long as you're not one to me or to an innocent. I won't harm even a demon without cause.

I cannot believe that, for the sake of my own life. I wish to live to see five hundred, after all.

Then don't believe it. You'll still worry for nothing.

*Going to get that drink now, though since it's still on this floor, Catarina is more than able to follow him.*

[Which she does. Mostly because she could reach around him to grab the alcohol before he could, rubbing up against him to do so. This is subtle for her]

*Enoch tenses at the contact and the appearance of the hand that snatched his glass of wine. He looks over his shoulder at Catarina with an expression that wouldn't be out of place paired with an annoyed huff(though he doesn't make one).*

[Catarina smiled at him, the chuckle that came out of her lips almost a purr] Yes?

That was mine, but...I suppose courtesy isn't taught in The Darkness.

*Right, well. He'll just get another glass. And bring enough material somehow to make up for both, but he's not saying that aloud for Catarina to hear.*

Want, take, have. That is what's taught. [She chuckled, taking a sip of the wine]

Expected enough. *Enoch normally isn't so chilly. It takes a demon (one who acts like one) to bring that out.*

Doesn't it make sense? Why not take what you want?

[That's okay. She gets this a lot. And she finds it kinda funny]

If no one else owns or needs it, of course.

*He doesn't share the joke, of course.*

Oh, but that's the best part. To convince the other they don't need it... or to take it by force... mm, it's just- perfect. [She said the last on a throaty moan]

*Adding a moan there of all places, immediately after "take it by force", gets Catarina a scowl.*

Truly a demon.

*But if she's trying to get him worked up for a fight, he's not attacking unprovoked.*

Of course. Through and through, both my parents full blooded demons.

[Now she's just having fun by poking at him]

*He's just going to take that second glass of wine, apologize for the need to pour another, and walk off without a word. In the absence of any real coping mechanisms for dealing with people socially, he's honed the ability to shut things out near completely.*

[Enjoy the sound that followed you along the way, of her laughing richly]

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