Idle hands (Yuna/open)

[Loki]

Loki walked slowly through the streets of Hallowton, eyes running idly over the city and its inhabitance. He walked with both his wings and Gydja cased, causing him to look…. Humanoid, if not human, his strange, pupil-less silver eyes, unusual hair colourations, clawed hands and sharpened teeth still marking him out as not entirely human if one cared to look closely enough, but it certainly drew less attention than a pair of bird wings attached to a guy’s back. The inheritance of Hollowton on the whole seemed happy to ignore him nonetheless.

It was an odd place this, that much was for certain. Loki was still new to this particular dimension, but it had been many centuries since he had last walked in a place that seemed so serene. So at peace with itself. It irritated him.

Coming to a halt, the fallen angel considered the town a moment, a small, wicked smile curving on his lips. Time to create a little havock… but the question was what to do? It had been a while since Gydja had last tasted blood, perhaps a simple massacare would suffice – sate his bloodlust and his need to disrupt the calm of this town, or perhaps something more subtle? To let his magic wash over the place and see how the human’s reacted? Hmm… decisions decisions…

[Yuna]

Yuna decided to leave the inn for a moment on her own and enjoy a nice stroll outside of Hallowton before she departed this continent the next day. She made sure not to wander too far away from the inn just in case she ran into any of the resident Aircano refugees that wished to take issue with the fact she was from another place and time. The High Summoner would gladly return to her own world as they needed her far more than this place. The only trouble was not only did she not know how to get back, she didn't know how many of her own people were brought here. And thus she had to explore every ins and outs of this world to ensure that no one from Spira gets left behind. Then they could worry about getting home.

As she walked down the foggy streets of Hallowton she was currently oblivious to the disguised fallen angel nearby.

[Loki]

Settling on a course of action, Loki lowered his head, a vicious smirk playing on his lips, arms reaching out and fingers splaying as he allowed his magic to slowly flow out of him, twisting through the air and filling the area like smoke. He kept it light at first, allowing it to subtly invade the busy street, blanketing over them. To anyone sensitive to such things, the magic possessed an aura of death and decay, tainting the area with a fetted feel. To the common passer-by however, all that was apparent was a sudden weight settling on their soul, leaving a niggling sensation of paranoia and aggression as they instinctively picked up on the danger, but unaware of what it was they were reacting to, the towns people would inevitably turn their agitation on each other.

Leaning back against the building he was standing in front of and folding his arms over his chest, Loki waited or the first of his victims to lash out, turning his head curiously as he sensed a pure being making her way towards him and his playpen.

[Yuna]

Yuna came to a stop when she felt something dark nearby and then she shivered at the sensation of death and decay that came soon after. Holding out her summoner's staff, the High Summoner followed the source of this power, meanwhile seeing the residents of Hallowton become angry with each other. Something that was out of character for them further proving that something was wrong. When she arrived at the source of the magic Yuna's eyes would fall upon Loki and she held up her staff as she approached him cautiously. "Who are you? What are you doing to the people here?"

[Loki]

Unreadable silver eyes studied her for a moment, before the creature offered her a sadistic grin, showing off his fanged teeth.

”Reminding them of their true natures,” he replied in a silken purr, tilting his head slightly to the side as he considered her.

She was the pure being he had been sensing, her aura a shining bright white that he itched to taint with his own. He could not sense the hand of a God on her however, ruling out the possibility of her being a Priestess. Pity really… it had been a while since he had spilled the blood of a true follower. Still, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be fun to play with. The fallen sent over a tendril of his aura to wrap around her, caressing her skin in the mocking semblance of a lover’s embrace, letting her taste his magic first hand.

“Lets see what’s in your nature, little human.”

[Yuna]

"What?" The High Summoner soon froze into place as a chilling sensation shot up her spine but it soon became warm and seductive as she felt something caress her skin. For a brief moment in time Yuna was reminded of Tidus, that moment under the stars where they embraced each other for the first time since traveling together. Her eyes closed and her staff lowered, tempted to allow herself to be lost in the memory of that moment but before she succumbed completely, the High Summoner remembered that Tidus was not there and that this was not Spira. Coming back to reality Yuna broke free from the creature's magic and lifted her staff up again ready to do battle. "No. I won't let you hurt these people."