they argued my right to ascension

"Satisfied is a matter of opinion."

Why he was content to argue the matter her hardly knew, it was rare for him to truly engage another being, much less a supernatural one, rarer still for him to discuss any topic related in any way to matters generally considered private. He is from an older school of thought, a different time when so many things were done so very differently and as such he is a little....reserved perhaps, n certain matters. Why he felt even remotely bothered to discuss them with Davante he truly held no idea nor any desire to explore it further. Maybe he had simply lacked the company of a male companion far to long. After all, while vastly less satisfying then a woman there was something to be said for having another male...acquaintance. The word friend seeming far to personable and fair to ridiculous. He holds no intention of having friends. All friends did was die- in the end and he hardly wishes to suffer any such emotion in regards to Davante. The man was a curiosity, a strange little bauble to entertain himself with a little more- the Hunter determined to at least try and convince himself of this despite the potential truth in the matter. Such jovial feelings however were destroyed the moment the warlock spoke again. Gross? For half a moment the blonde man is merely given to stare, his mind slow perhaps to grasp this particular insult before a frown moved to rest upon his features, a soft snort following a moment later.

"Let's see how well you are functioning in that department at eighty one and then when can decide who is gross, as you put it. As for the vampire population, yes, I probably am capable of it."

Gross. That- was a decidedly unfavourable word, the type of word a child in grade school would use and yet truly Azrael hardly finds himself surprised given his current company, a sigh of sorts drawn from his lips in the moments it took Davante to disappear and reappear with the food, another ridiculously short-lived endeavour before the warlocks powers only proved too much for him once more. He should have learned perhaps, from the first incident and the utterly destroyed casino at the docks that Davante's powers were neither reliable nor ever mustered with minimal effort, whatever method of seduction he had learned to wield having afflicted nearly every woman in the place regardless of marital or family status- far to many of them attempting to place their hands upon him- one woman even so bold as to grasp his hips before he managed to pull away from her with a look of utter disgust. He is hardly opposed to women, more so, he simply does not approve of their sudden insanity and deluded desires. Golden eyes manage to slice sidways, very near glaring at the warlock whom seemed to find this amusing before he proceeded to haul the man into the pit of platic balls that so seemed to delight children- his own form very near cringing away from them in disdain as Davante proceeded to shout for someone called Wilson.

"Who the fuck is Wilson?"

Unless Wilson could undo whatever spell Davante had woven over the women Azrael hardly had time to indulge some compatriot of the warlock, the iconic movie reference clearly lost upon him as he moved to reach reluctantly for several of the plastic balls while the other man took some childish joy out of swimming about like a moronic ball shark. How this particular individual have survived so long the Hunter truly hardly knows, he was...regrettably powerful perhaps and yet his utter lack of judgement and near ridiculous personality seemed to contradict the very laws of inheritance themselves. Surely each generation of human being was supposed to be superior to the last, the warlock paddling about him resulting in Azrael's beginning to question of the entire tree of evolution before whatever hold he had possessed over the metal gave way- releasing a torrent of near frenzied women- another sigh of sorts brought to his lips. How this entire situation had occurred was beyond him, gaze narrowed slightly upon Davante once more, content to blame the another man entirely for their current predicament, one ball pelted firmly at the other mans head by way of display of his current mood.

"Fuck you too."

Had it not been for the torrent of women, many of them proceeding to attempt to undress themselves- one bra already flung towards the entirely displeased young Hunter, he would have been satisfied with merely continuing to hit Davante himself. As it was however, his attention is required elsewhere, the first of his ball bullets released, striking one woman in particular so firmly that she was brought crashing down, several others following in her wake. He has never before assaulted a human in such a manner, the fallout from this incident sure to result in more paper work then he is truly willing to indulge, the mere thought only seeking to irritate him all the more before the storm of women rapidly begun to surround them.

"Please do not take off any more of your clothing I....no I do not want to, you, do not unbutton your jeans! Higher ground? Davante.....Davante do not touch me with your fucking foul magic. Put me down!"

His choice in the matter seemed to be ignored however, the Hunter finding himself very near launched atop the children's playground, the blonde stumbling briefly backwards, hands brushing frantically against himself in an effort to remove any taint of magic he may have become afflicted with, ignoring the ridiculousness of his attempts, pivoting sharply upon the other man once more.

"My fault!? You did something to them! You've sent them all fucking mad! You never asked me to teach you anything because you fucking think you know it all as it is and I.....why are the climbing that slide. Oh great! This just keeps getting better and better. I've already injured ten of them, I'm not allowed to do that to humans, I'm going to end up in fucking jail all before some sort of committee all because you couldn't control your own powers."

That he has begun a verbal tirade of sorts is evidently not clear to the rather irate blonde man, the mothers rapidly beginning to gain ground, golden eyes fixating upon them once more before he manages, at last, to let his gaze rest upon something else.

"I have an idea, though god knows you deserve to be left here, hurry up."

It took barely two strides to carry the Hunter towards the little toy helicopter placed atop the play equipment, a little plastic design made for no more than two children to sit within and play pretend. A ball of light is tossed easily towards it, incinerating the plastic that holds it in place before the Hunter simply moves to slide within it, one had reaching out to drag Davante in it behind him, neither man capable of sitting fully upright, barely fitting within the tiny childs toy, knees very near at his ears as his own power is engaged to lift the helicopter into the air, propelling it forward and ridiculously slowly away from the restaurant, hands resting upon the little plastic steering wheel despite its utter inability to actually steer, his manipulating of gravity a newer power and one he has not yet mastered- a sudden jerk very near toppling their ridiculous escape vehicle from the sky. The Hunter moved to look outside and backward...at the woman clinging to the tail and the crowd of people gathered in the parking lot below, a final sigh of defeat parting his lips as Azrael attempted to maintain control of the plastic helicopter. Neither man truly fitting within

"I'm....driving, you get rid of her! Oh god they have camera phones.....I will never live this down....never. Don't fucking kill her their all looking while we escape at no less then 2 miles an hour."

Maybe it wasn't his best plan.....

"Get her off Dav, she is weighing us down!"

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread