Framed and Escape

Blaise speaks more as he was a little freaked out by that guy. "No, I think my mind is set and that I want to continue living... So you can take your offer to someone else I think..." Blaise says trying to get rid of this crazy demon.

"Are you sure? You don't seem to want to , you go through the same cycle every day , you can barely get through a week without using some form of an intoxicant."

Blaise stares at him, he then just winds back and speaks. "Hold on just a moment! How... How do you know anything about my life!? Have you been stalking me!? Spying me!? You are making me feel uncomfortable!" Blaise says as he was so confused and even more fearful of this creep.

"No...I can simply smell the monotony wafting off from you" It replies in the same cold monotone "This is not important , what's important is that you comply"

Blaise speaks, though he wonders if he should try running away from this dude. "No... I am not planning my death yet, I... Want to continue living..." Blaise says and just hopes the demon goes away, this has nothing to do with him.

As he blinks he hears a voice question , with a voice so warm and soft and sincere it's almost comforting "Are you sure? If you're not , just ask." And as he opens his eyes he is met with the rather shocking sight of a young man standing right before him with a small kind smile on his face as he puts a hand on Blaise's shoulder.

Blaise was even more confused now, he wonders if he was still on drugs and he was tripping badly. He is not sure what to believe in anymore, maybe he was already dead and this was his dying hallucinations since that handsome kind looking guy seemed more like an angel right now. Blaise starts to hesitate and thinks a lot of stuff, he speaks carefully. "Well I... Life as a supernatural is quite hard... Even if I am half human... I don't have any real friends to hang out with... I just have some poker buddies and then I use drugs to enjoy myself..." Blaise says as he confesses that he is not really that happy with his life right now.

"So ask yourself , are you happy ? Do you want to keep going?"

Blaise got all depressed at this, he speaks more. "I guess life can turn for the better... But I am not even sure of that.. What would you suggest I do...? I don't know... I am not really that happy but still..." Blaise says as he leans on the nearby wall feeling sad.

"Do not worry , The Beast understands , this may take some time , to make the right decision , The Beast will come back another time , and ask again" The 'angel' replies with a look of calm understanding in his pale pink eyes. Snow white well groomed hair in stark contrast with the darkness that surrounds them , almost pure and untouched in the grit and smoke and piss of the surrounding slums. .

Blaise would watch as the Beast leaves for now, guess Blaise had a lot to think about now. It didn't help that his situation was bad enough that he almost got killed and the police think he is a murderer. Blaise sighs in his current lonesome...

With that he dissapears and in an instant all of the lights along the street flash back on. Just then Acchilios kicks open the door " ....Hey , you okay φίλος ? You look upset no? We can talk on it later Nai?" He suggests as he straddles his bike and waits for Blaise to join him.

Blaise looks at him and speaks. "Yeah I... I guess we can talk about it later..." Blaise says as he would then hop on the bike, guess he would leave everything behind here for now.

Acchillios nods and with that steps on the pedal , the blue repulsors that function in the place of wheels firing to life in jets of flame and speeding them down the street "We need to get out of the city , but we're wanted men now , so we'll need greenbacks for that pal , so it's either we find a way to make us some cheddar quick , or we steal a boat."

Blaise was not okay with that, but guess he had no choice. "Well... I guess we have to get some money... ... ...Why am I even alive right now...?" Blaise says quietly as he sat behind him, as Blaise wonders why is he even bothering to struggle.

"Because you are , because that's how things turned out , best you can do is roll with it" Acchilios replies as though he's thought on this subject before "You're alive , most ain't,majority of the people on this planet are corpses, so don't waste that gift."

Blaise speaks more. "What is the point? If I get caught by the police and deemed guilty they will kill me regardless, as slowly as possible. I... I don't want to be tortured alive, I don't want to be running away from my home... I have nothing, I am a failure..." Blaise says as he voices his fears, this is not what he wanted.

"The point is to turn your life around , to make it something that you can look at and be happy over" He replies firmly .

Blaise thinks about that, he speaks. "You think that is possible? Right now, I just feel miserable... I lost everything I had back there, what did I ever do to deserve this? Can I even fix it anymore?" Blaise says as he was gonna need some convincing.

Blaise's eyes widen in surprise and he speaks. "I apologize, you are right... If I get off the ride right now it would not be fair to you, I will keep fighting..." Blaise says as the guys words made him more determined on surviving.

The magician nods firmly as he takes a turn down towards the dock yards .

Blaise stayed put and just took a glimpse of their destination, this was going to be hard but he Blaise tried to stay determined and figure out later why was this happening in the first place.

The greek magician gives him a small reassuring smile "You'll be fine pretty boy , besides you're a half demon right ? I'm sure you've got some power that can help us in a pinch yeah?" He assumes as he glides the cycle into a stop next to a dock warehouse. "Now to get us a boat."

Blaise ignores the thing about 'pretty boy' comment and speaks. "I do, I generate lightning in my body and can absorb it... My left arm is covered due to it not looking human like and to keep other people safe since the spikes and lightning is dangerous. But I don't really use my powers so there is a limit in what I can do." Blaise says as he looks around, the docks had the cold air about it from the sea breeze at night.