Meeting Place [Open]

They needed a place to meet and discuss, which was difficult to decide.

After all, the Delacroix twins were rarely separate upon leaving their apartment. Splitting up to collect information was not something they normally did. However, due to the brother's sudden decision to form an agreement between his family and some unknown figure, they had both agreed that they head for the top of their game. Sure, they were normally high-quality thieves, but sometimes they were cutting it close to being caught or worse. It may not have seemed like a problem for the male, however, his sister begged to differ. She was normally the intelligent one, anyways.

Thus, they had been on their own tonight. Liam had taken the northern section of Jump City, Spencer the southern. They had each set out to figure out the situation of the city - information they had been trying to get at the Roundhouse. How many Titans and how well they fought, how many villains roamed about. But this time, there was more. Victor Stone had been a Titan. Top of the chain for his decade. There was no way this was going to be an easy accomplishment, and based upon the information the girl with foresight had told Liam, she wanted to be as prepared as possible.

She may have had perfect balance, but that didn't mean she couldn't die.

It was around four o'clock in the morning. They had only set out around eleven the previous night, after spending several minutes deciding where to meet. The mall wouldn't be open, and would be too public. The park normally had a small flow of police this time of night. They could have met merely at a random street corner, but there was always the possibility of somebody else wreaking havoc in the area. Spencer had suggested the beach, possibly his first good suggestion of the day. There would be few people there this early, and most of them would either be drunken teenagers or people carrying around abundances of drugs. Nobody who would really be willing to stop two slightly-intimidating teenagers.

Liam stood on the edge of the water, a tall set of reeds blocking most of her from view. She had worn the boots to her usual ensemble, but they were abandoned several feet from her position. She wore a black long-sleeved shirt and matching pants that could have been mistaken for leggings or spandex. Her hair had been up in a bun, her bangs tucked behind a dark headband, but she had pulled those out. She didn't want to draw attention to her looks, with her blond hair and bright boots, but the boots were hard to pass up.

But where was her brother?

Liam scowled slightly, crossing her arms, as she scanned around. Surely the fool would have been able to find the location he had suggested.

The sun was just beyond the horizon, waiting to assault Canas with its cruel rays. That disgusting light. Canas shuddered, he knew not why he had wanted to come to the beach that night. Perhaps it was the remnants of the old soul who had inhabited this body before the demon Rhemnas took over.
Rhemnas looked through Canas' eyes into the deep dark water. A cold sensation swept his lower legs and he realized that he had been standing in the water. For some reason, he wanted to continue walking into the deep abyss of the ocean.

"No, I must get back to the crypt" His black robes would only provide so much comfort from the light, and he began walking back. He had beleived that he had gained perfect control, but lately old habits and instincts were coming back.
Somewhere far off to his left, he spotted a lone girl. She looked familiar, though Canas remembered the names of everyone who ever survived an incounter with him, and she was not one of them. He needed to save his energy to kill Sheikhan, but could not pass up such a great opportunity to snuff out the life of a mortal.
"Hello, and who might you be?" he said as he approached her. He tried to sound 'innocent' but his dark aura might alert her of the evil at hand. Hopefully, he would be able to play with his food.

Liam shivered slightly. She wasn't sure why, but there was something about the voice that unnerved her. Perhaps she had been spending too much time around other supers. Maybe Serenity's paranoia about joining Domino was finally sinking in. Either way, the voice behind her made her hair stand on end and her shoulders to shake slightly. She crossed her arms, frowning slightly, not yet moving around to get a better look.

"Liam." The frown deepened, she knew that stating her full name could be dangerous. She also realized that by not using her code name, she could either open herself to an attack or prevent one. Either way, she wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to hand out her name like a business card. She pushed a hand into her curls, sighing slightly as she glanced down. Where in the world was Spencer? What was honestly taking him so long? It was just one simple mission to go and gather information, and he only had one part of the city.

"And you would be?" Liam slowly turned, her brow creasing. Even in the dim light, she could tell that this guy didn't fit with the usual crew in this area at this time in the morning. She quickly glanced over to where her boots were, in case she needed to make an abrupt escape, before looking back at the figure. She was certain had she met someone like Canas before, that she would have remembered. After all, not very many people dressed like that.

There was nothing to greet liam behind her but the shadows and the cold breeze of the ocean. If she were to turn back to her original stance she would see a message written in the sand. The message had no footprints around it except for those that liam had set there herself. The message read:

Yamaraj Azra Ilus Thanatos
Rhemnas Canas

[Deleted]

"Nice Trick" A voice, gruff with tiredness, and a shuffling step, and a fluttering of sorts, as a gust of wind passed suddenly by, as Sheikhan dropped from somewhere above them, as she shrugged on a black trench-coat, as three maroon feathers dropped to the ground. If the feathers were to be touched, they'd be warm to the touch, as if it had just come from real wings, and soft, but as hard as steel, the edge's sharp. Almost like strange daggers.

"You do Parties?" she asked with a taunt, this demon boy, and one other in this entire town were the only two that had her worried in on her own. The other's she either didn't care, or thought to be week, but this boy's shield had blocked a punch that had numbed her whole arm. She wasn't even sure if she should help this harmless looking human out, but her entrance had been made, nothing would change that now. I'll just play it by ear, she thought. Jerking her neck to the side, to just get one pathetic little crack, then tried the other side, getting a nice feeling of the joints in her neck cracking.

((I'm curious, does that inscription mean anything, or is that just his full name?))