Eirwen’s Monday morning odd encounter(Eirwen)
Date: 2025-11-10 06:01
(Eirwen’s Monday morning odd encounter(Eirwen):Eirwen)
[Mon Nov 10 2025]
On Atlantic Avenue/span>before dawn, about 57F(13C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. The mist is heaviest At Panama and Lake/span> There is a waning gibbous moon.
shakes her head at Lykaia, mostly keeping her eyes on the road and alleyways while they walk. “I have not yet decided what to do about that situation.” Not long after saying that she stops in her tracks, lifting her face slightly and sniffing the air. “Do you smell that? Sulphur.”
Lykaia sniffs the air. “Maybe. Well, what do you think it is Eirwen? I don’t have a refined sense of smell.” Instead, she takes to glance around.
Eirwen scrunches up her nose, clearly more sensitive to such things than Lykaia is. “It smells like Hell and the Legion,” she says. Slowly she turns herself in a circle, trying to figure out where the scent is coming from. Luckily, they do not have to wait very long before there is a scream that echoes through the early morning quiet of the streets. Down one of the alleyways and coming from a warehouse.
“Oh boy, it’s an alley. What could possibly go wrong with vampires and weres in the city running around wild and a borough literally controlled by the legions of hell.” Lykaia says, making a dramatic roll of her eyes before she raises her hands along a shrug. She exhales. “But it is the trouble we are looking for.” She concedes. “Time to go take a look.” She says, starting to make her way down the alleyway.
“This is the trouble we are looking for,” Eirwen agrees with Lykaia, falling into line with the other woman as they enter the alley. There is not much searching that needs to be done, given that the warehouse doors in said alley suddenly crash with a heavy thud, as if something had been thrown against it. And looking up towards the small windows near the ceiling, the light is dancing, dappled and wavering. Not electric light, but the flow of flames with the first wisps of smoke starting to curl. Pulling the spear from her back, the younger woman glances at the older. “I am not particularly smart, but I would say this is it. Shall you kick the doors in or should I?”
“Kicking doors in, nahw, might as well have fun with explosives.” Lykaia says, opening one of her pouches along her belt to reveal a bunch if explosives. She smiles “I’m kidding. We do it the proper way.” Her tone quietens as they draw closer, a hand unlocks the release of her weapon holster along her thigh and she draws the blade out from its sheath and retrieves a single flashbang that is attached from the same holster. “Take the door, I throw this in, once it bangs, we both go in. Keep an eye on targets in front and I’ll cover your back when I head in after you. I’ll be close, so keep moving and do not stop at the doorway under any circumstance.”
“Lykaia, no…” Eirwen starts to say, completely willing to believe that Lykaia would blast the door down for funsies. Her eyes roll with relief when she realizes that the other woman is just teasing and nods her head. “Alright.” She moves to the door, pressing her ear against to try and see if she can hear anything before giving Lykaia a thumbs up. “Three. Two… one.” After giving the door a good kick, it swings open, ready to receive the flashbang.
hurries to the other other side of the wall besides the door, away from where Eirwen would be. For her, the motions look to be ingrained, trained and like they are routine. Once Eirwen makes to kick the door open, Lykaia has her hands on the flashbang, and once the door swings open, the flashbang quickly follows through. The flashbang only needs a second and a half to go off, so it goes quick, and once it does, if Eirwen is not quick enough to take the charge in, she does, blade raised and in a quick-walk than an outright run.
Eirwen has had some experience with explosives and she knows to wait until it goes off before she darts inside ahead of Lykaia. As both of them head in and the smoke from the flashbang begins to clear, they find themselves in quite the Haven situation. An area of the warehouse floor has been cleared and marked out with a ritual circle in blood. Runes and sigils painted between the points of a pentagram. It was, at one point, a very neatly done ritual circle, but now it is smeared beneath the dead body of a young woman who was attempting to crawl away. Beside the door is a young man, both of them looking to be college age. He is still alive but may not be that way for much longer. The flames come from something most unnatural, a twisted abomination of a human figure, a minor demon who is now, unfortunately, stomping away from the circle towards the young man. “What is it?” Eirwen asks, her green eyes going wide.
“Something we can just kill and get away with killing.” Lykaia says, the corners of her lips turning upwards into something resembling a smile. She instinctively reaches for yet another grenade, and this one is silver. The pin is quickly pulled and this one thrown right at the demon. “Am I glad I have this fucked up fluid that fucks up my organs with use.” She says, as the veins along her neck begin to glow green, waiting only just long enough for the silver grenade to release its pulse before she quickly darts in.
“Well that is good,” Eirwen replies to Lykaia, her gloved fingers tightening around the spear in her hands. As much as she likes a good fight, the younger woman seems a little hesitant to just rush at the demonic thing. Waiting for her partner to take the lead with all her flashy tech and gear. The grenade flies from Lykaia’s hand in an arc, clattering on the floor just as the demon reaches the youth. “No! Please! Fuck fuck! HEEEELP!” he screams, kicking and flailing in a panic. The monster leans over, grabbing him by the throat just as it notices the grenade landing near its feet. The pulse goes off, unseen but not unfelt as the flames surrounding it suddenly splutter and dissipate. The man is dropped as the demon straightens up, confused at first and then angry as it finally notices Lykaia and Eirwen. “You,” he snarls, pointing a blackened talon towards Lykaia. “They know you in Hell. We shall enjoy seeing you suffer.” Eirwen blinks at that, looking at Lykaia. “It seems you are famous, Ly.” And then she’s in movement, racing after the spectress.
Lykaia does an acrobatic jump to the side and slides past the demon, which, hopefully will mean that someone will have an opening to exploit as, if it does as she wants, will turn its back to her. Her eyes open wide, and for her, time feels slower as adrenaline pumps through her veins. Visually, it is the glowing green that briefly infects every single one of her veins. The strike she starts with is to hit hard, and it does. “Time to die, demon. Get fucked.” She tells it, making to take one of the hits of the demon to let it go against her armored vest. The next hit is slower, testing, and then another harder strike which finally manages to put the demon to a mild wound.
Lykaia does an acrobatic jump to the side and slides past the demon, which, hopefully will mean that Eirwen will have an opening to exploit as, if it does as she wants, will turn its back to her. Her eyes open wide, and for her, time feels slower as adrenaline pumps through her veins. Visually, it is the glowing green that briefly infects every single one of her veins. The strike she starts with is to hit hard, and it does. “Time to die, demon. Get fucked.” She tells it, making to take one of the hits of the demon to let it go against her armored vest. The next hit is slower, testing, and then another harder strike which finally manages to put the demon to a mild wound.
The demon clearly thinks that it has the upper hand here. After all, the fool children have allowed it to escape and it is standing on Legion territory. Already it is having visions of its escape from Hell, or perhaps the cheering crowds when it brings back the head of the lieutenant slayer back on a pike. It is only too late, after it swipes at Lykaia’s vest with a taloned claw that it realizes just what that grenade truly was. Its strength, its supernatural abilities, all deadened for a few critical seconds. Those seconds last stretch out for Lykaia, but for Eirwen time is still very fast. She isn’t as acrobatic or quick as the Courtier, but she is quick enough, managing to cut a bloody wound along the creature’s arm as she dances back away out of his reach with the length of her spear.
“I’ll spike your head and put it down outside legion camp.” Lykaia decides, testing again at the demon’s defenses, trying to keep it focused on herself and not on Eirwen. Her shittalking does not continue then, but after that hit, things begin to feel as if they slow down again as she prepares to make another pretty hard strike against the demon, that is until Eirwen kills it.
She exhales, and gives a glance to the students, wipes the blood from her blade on whatever she can find and the demon’s skin and then plucks out a badge from another pouch making her way over to the two students, showing it to them with the hand that have the two rings of her societies. “NHPD. You both alright?”
Eirwen dances with Lykaia around the demon, trying to flank it while it is focused on the soldier. Seeing an opening, the angelborn slides the biting head of the spear down between its shoulder blades and there is a wretched gurgling of bloody disbelief from the creature as it drops to its knees and then collapses on the floor. Putting one foot on the demon’s back, Eirwen yanks her spear from it, ready to plunge again if needed but then straightens it out and looks over at Lykaia and the young man.
“F-fuck…” he splutters out, eyes wide as saucers from the shock. The side of his face is already starting to bruise from impact and he is breathing heavily, struggling a bit. “N-no, no not fucking alright.” He eyes the rings then swallows thickly, “Is she…?” Eirwen finishes his question after going over to the young woman and rolling her over and then shaking her head lightly. “She is gone. I am sorry.”
“Someone might pain the coins to see if she’s coming back.” Lykaia says, making a light shrug of her shoulders before picking up her communicator phone. She presses on a button on the side of it for several seconds. “Demon trying to come through neat Atlantic avenue close to the Duchess theater and the federal hill graveyards. Run a trace for accurate locating, three victims. One deceased, another needing medical, third one’s fine. Send someone out to take over handle them and clean up? Demon’s dead. Will take its head to pike it up for the legion camp.”
“Roger that, Nachtlied,” comes back the reply on Lykaia’s phone while Eirwen takes a moment to swipe her hand over the dead woman’s face and close her eyes before she straightens up. The youth stares at the dead woman, his mouth agape and then finally looks back up to Lykaia. “It.. she said the circle would hold it… I told her it was a bad idea. I swear I did. I told her…” He continues to babble and Eirwen moves back over to Lykaia’s side, watching her with the corpse of the demonic creature. “At least that is one less Legion fiend we have to deal with.”
“Mhm.” Lykaia says, starting to get distracted with cutting the head of the demon off. She does not really seem to care about the remaining youths now that the threat was eliminated. “Might talk to Matias about getting them reprimanded for fucking around and finding out. Believe they are students. They look like they could be. Oh it is safe, it often goes like that and then they find out, nuh uh. That magical shit actually needs a lot of practice and caution to get done right.”
Once she got the head, she keeps holding on to it. “Alright. Let’s wait for the spare PD guy to arrive and they can handle the rest. Let’s not use our own resources more than we need. We got the job done. You wanting to tell them-” She nods to the youths “-anything before we file them away?”
Eirwen shifts her weight to one foot, using her spear for support not because she needs to but just because she can. A faint glow begins to form around her as a smile grows, that triumphant sort of rush after a good but scary fight. At Lykaia’s question she tries to smother it a bit and looks down at the would-be summoners who are not that much younger than herself. “When you are healed… go and see the Order,” she tells them. “This? This is the path of madness but there is still time to turn back. Get your lives in order with the Order.” With that she gives Lykaia a nod. “I think that is it?”
Lykaia makes a quick nod to Eirwen. “Are we ready to depart then, princess?”
smirks faintly at Lykaia. “We are ready, Snow Queen.”