Bad Company

It's not much, but it still hella sure better than his old "home". Just think of it like a home away from home. Forever, he hope. As if dying by the hands of your enemies isn't enough, try having your entire life-- everything about you goals, strengths, memories, and size-- all been taken away and made you a tiny squeak toy? A toy that was shoved away, mocked, and eventually sentenced to death with the other playtoys. Although his life was spared thanks to a fugitive escape, his previous identity was forever gone along with his past for that damn Underworld, though the process was more or less of a choice to round up here in this... this town, he guess.

Apparently, after a brief introduction of the place, it was known as Manta Carlos. Who the hell would accede a name like that? Well, anyway, after giving a massive arsenal of information on how to cope with his now new living spaces and was selected to hunt down his classes to attend to, the palace does seem a little hollow. Like a barren wasteland. Well, it's not that barren as a few sight of life was helplessly roving about on the grounds on this kingdom like home. "So this is the grand ol' school of Starlight Academy? Not much going on..." he mumble to himself, mustering all of his sense to feel about the path ways of the place; the aroma morning breeze was actually refreshing as the cooling breath from the sea escapes down his throat as he inhale the morning dew. The place itself was immerse, towering its mighty and regal block of stone into the healthy sky awaiting to engulf the clouds, and the heavy, but soft steps of the concrete floor crack ever so softly below his feet with ever touch. "... But it's nice. I guess."

As his bright, ruby eyes bounce around and dance of the sights of the kingdom, his attention had avert towards to a rather large pond closed off surrounded by patches of grass and flowers. A water foundation, to be more specific. The sublime arch way of the stone path led him here, instead of an order to find his classes. Ordering him? After he led an army to destroy the high commanders? Please, the mortals here are a sick joke-- a common fool that's like a genetic disease with these creatures! Baal's tongue stick out in protest to this thought, once more eyeing the large pond until finally a sly smile slowly, but surely painted upon his muzzle. In a flash, the demonic hellhound bolt over towards the water fountain, stick his paws into the water even though a sting of pain follow behind, then release his sulfur flames inside the water, containing it until it starts to boil and bubble into a steaming bath. by a quick swipe with taking off his school uniform, Ball dive inside the water foundation, sighing and chilling with the steam pour around him, not knowing anther soul was there at his present. Or he didn't care.

@Pallas

With the now spring like pool boiling between his now soaked pelt, it was impossibly to observe his surroundings as the warmth of the bath are both breath taking and cooling to the bones. So when a sudden voice ring up upon his direction, his fur spike upwards and his eye shift quickly towards whom ever spooked him. Baal's eyes sway away at the strange female, obtaining every about her sight: her clothes, from which it matches his automatically assume that she's part of his class mates, a snarl beacons from her face, but before gets to comment upon an unusual sight around her eyes, his ruby eyes force it ways towards her stump left arms, letting a sudden roar of laughter escape his mouth.

Yes, it was mean of him to point it out, but he just pull out and extend a paw at her left arm, still cracking a laughter. "What's up with that? What are you gonna do, hit me?" After a few more seconds of laughing like an atrocious fool, the hellhound begin to float towards her with a sly grin from before at her, waving a paw. "I'm sorry, does it has a message that says 'Do not swim'? No? Then go away... Actually, be useful for a change and fetch me a towel, girl."

Just when the small dog was about to trot off, his glaze return to her eyes, then he saw it-- a glow simulating a thousand of tiny suns creeping from her eyes! Is... she an angel?! With this thought burying itself in his mind, Baal quickly scoot away from her and dive half of his body excluding his head into the water.

@Pallas

With hissing and fury eyes shoot back loathsome stares, Baal process to form more steaming bubbles as her threats for kicking his ass flow through his mind. Of course, he could beat her in mere seconds, not caring about her disables and more, but at the thought of risking it all with an abomination angel... No, not in his current state; this feeble body would only help her in her quest to swing around like a drag doll.

His eyes avert slightly around from her glare, but still remain alert of this kid must one sudden move. That is, when she begin to speak to him again, but this time had the damn nerve of addressing that her assumed cowardliness of him. It's was appalling to Baal; every bit of him, every muscle and dead soul wanted to ripe what's left of her arm off for even speaking to him in such a voice. However, nothing happened. Not give a warning shoot of flames through his claws. Why?

"Why can't I move?! I don't fear; I can't feel fear ever..." his thought echo to himself, while spying on Nyota depart from her position and muster his clothes. He watch in silence and confusion as the student begin to shape his clothes into a ball and swing them over to the another side, probably soak from the range. As this was happening, his movement, instead from his paws firing at the teen, reach his mouth as it pry open and words begin to flow from his tongue. "You bitch! You better go get your shiny ass and get my clothes or I'll... I'll...!"

@Pallas