...////where /THEY\ reside\\\\...

[Tsubasa]

Dark. Dank. Desolate. Damp. Deathly. And Disgustingly filthy. The beast peered around in front of himself and over his shoulder. Cain hated this place. He practically preferred his little bungalow over in that filthy human world. At least that one was hospitable. He didn't know what kind of retched being coughed up this sorry lot, and if he ever did meet him... The blond took a breath, which was unpleasant in his current surroundings, but nonetheless managed to regain his senses. He was here for a purpose, he needed to be here. Why? He didn't know. That was the weird thing. Cain always had these feelings about where or what he was supposed to do, even though he didn't quite know it himself. He reckoned with himself that it was some sort of gift from Him. A way to know which next step in his job he should take.

And currently, his job was the gypsy Bryce.

Cain needed to keep watch over the little pest, and at one point make his move and rid of him for good. The guardian was annoying to watch, and the beast frankly had better things to do, but it was all in the plan of Him and he could never say no. At least the gypsy had some sort of entertainment, mainly the secret flame between him and that student girl. They thought they had been entirely hidden, without any chance of it getting out. Hell, they hadn't even really done anything yet; but Cain had lived a long, long time, and by now he could read people very easily. Very easily indeed.

Shifting from his now sore position, the blond noticed an accumulation of dust settling on his jacket. He lifted the leather thing up and coughed as the particles filled the air in a blinding smog. Cain loved that jacket, he didn't want it to get ruined, now did he? But there was a reason that so much dust had come upon him, as he had been here... for a while now. Whatever was supposed to happen, really hadn't happened yet. There wasn't a misunderstanding, was there? No, He was never wrong, not at all. Cain couldn't even think that kind of thought without feeling queasy. He was a perfect being, He could do no wrong.

The impatient groundskeeper fussed with a string that was coming apart at the end of his worn-out shirt. There really was nothing to do here besides wait. And Cain hated waiting. He needed to just do something or his mind would explode. Well, not really. That would only happen if he stayed in one form for too long. But he was careful, that would never happen. Well.... it did happen almost once, but that was a slip-up! He had been distracted, okay? Don't blame him!

He chuckled. He was talking to himself now, wasn't he? Even in his own narration. How pitiful.

[Poe]

All the time spent in that miserable human world, and he had quite forgotten what it was like to slink about under the forever twilight sky in the constant golden flitered light. It was quite a change from the muggy, disgusting, polluted world that those pitiful humans lived in. If only they knew what they could have... Well, of course some of them knew, like that rotten Lillian...
At the thought of the blonde girl, a quivering Toni Wilkes shivered even more, licking his lips as he changed from his true form- a dark shadow covered with stars- to "himself" again. Running a hand through his dark hair, he stepped lightly from where the green grass began to be coated in frost, to the dead grass and ice and snow that he called his home. He could see the once village that they now lived in, where they met. There were, of course, more glamorous places to live- like the crystal palace that was somewhere up in those mountains. Or any one of the rock caves that were filled with fairy lights. But that just wouldn't fit the mood if they chose to stay there, now would it? Covering a yawn, Toni walked casually into the outskirts of the village, his form changing back to how it belonged here (he was hardly ever able to look like one person while he was here, the magic was just too pulsing...) and he ducked into one of the dark, rotten, rundown shacks that he somehow knew his "friend" Cain was sitting in.

As the makeshift door shut behind him, he changed in the blink of an eye to that of Lillian Macarthur (I COULD NEVER SPELL HER LAST NAME AND I'M TOO LAZY TO LOOK, FORGIVE ME!), though the dress she wore was ragged and torn, and her hair a mess, he managed to make her eyes look blazen with anger as he stumbled upon Cain.
"I am Lillian Macarthur, you killed my lover," she spoke in a strangled whisper, "Now prepare to die." Having been a literature teacher in the human world he'd read some of the crap that they'd called classics, and now enjoyed throwing quotes out in daily life.
However, he could barely contain his own amusement as he flicked back to Toni, and finally to that lost form of the oblivion, falling back onto a discarded chair, arms cradeling what looked like it could somehow represent a head.

"Oh Cain, my dear friend," his voice was gravely like this, held an edge to it,, though was pleasent and musical at the same time, "I do hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. It was a pain to kiss that Gypsy, but I believe it was the only way to saunter past him, and I felt like I needed more of a challenege than using up almost all of my energy to create a door myself," he said simply, looking intently the blonde haired man as he spoke, though his eyes were lost in the dark shadow of his face- not even his moving lips could be seen. It was a bit like the voice was coming from nowhere.
With a bored sounding yawn, he flipped back to Toni, deciding it would be easiest to converse like this.

"What are we here for, anyway?" He asked, yawning. Getting down to business never really had been his favorite thing in the world. But he supposed, if they must...

[Tsubasa]

The demon was just beginning to give it up all, thinking maybe it was a fluke when he heard noises. His instincts set in, prepared to preform whatever action necessary. But as it was, he was caught off guard when he saw the blond girl that a certain gypsy had been fraternizing with. Since the predicament was so strange, especially with the words suddenly flowing out of her pretty little mouth, Cain was not fooled. And it proved him right when her form quickly changed to that of his partner, Toni. The blond sighed at the performance, being one that was unappreciative of jokes and such. The guy didn't really have a funny bone in him. Or a typical bone, for that matter. It was... well it was complicated, let's stick with that.

Cain made a face of tedium, which wasn't really different from his usual face for that matter, as he rubbed his tired forehead.

"Toni...." he began, voice clearly showing he was nearing his patience, "I'm afraid I'm a bit tired here so let's cut to the chase."

But then it seemed from his next few statement that the shape-shifter knew just as much about him being here that he did. So. This meant he had to wait more? The demon groaned, he was sick and tired of waiting.

"So you don't know either? That's wonderful."

Cain unconsciously smoothed back his hair, something he found he did with this new body when he was frustrated. And oh how frustrated he was. More waiting, more wondering. That seemed to be only only thing he really did lately. That and watching. The three 'w's it seemed. Bored out of his brains, he looked up at the other.

"So.." he paused, "have any ideas what's going on?"

(ooc: by the by, Yuki's planning on making an entrance next with the reason on why they're there. xD so just wait for her first)