The Devil Went Down To Vegas (Closed+Open)

[guitar_case_vagabond]

Who: DoppelRaye, the magical girl squad and anybody else who answers the call.
What: Raye's Doppelganger has gotten tired of wasting time in Germany and wants to meet her other self's loved ones face-to-face.
When: March 1st to 2nd
Where: Las Vegas
Warnings: Probably violence. DoppelRaye being a monster. Possibly to be updated.

Closed
For a time, Raye had been content to spend her time in Germany simply observing the events surrounding her double and those around her. A few in particular had managed to catch her interest.

She ignores the human cattle milling through the streets of Las Vegas, gorging themselves on vice and sin. Senketsu gives a low growl under her black coat and she reaches up to pat the Kamui, recognizing his hunger. The creature's appetite was relentless and she'd soon have to feed him again, their partnership was one based on mutual benefit but counting on the loyalty of a hungry predator was its own level of foolishness.

Not just yet though. First, there's something she needs to do.

She made a beeline from the location of the city's teleporter to the hotel where the Precure had taken up residence. It was easy enough to get in. She was numbered after all, obviously a friend. Making her way up to the right floor, she finds herself outside the door of one Winter Adamas. Without any sort of announcement or preamble she reaches out and seizes the handle and twists. A crack rings out as the lock shatters and she pushes the door open, breaking through any kind of bolt with ease.

Smiling faintly, she steps inside.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Open
[Another time during her visit to Vegas, a post from her appears on the network with a photo of a Las Vegas street and a text message.]

I'm in Las Vegas and feeding time is quickly approaching. Fortunately, there's plenty of livestock around.

If anybody has an issue with this, please feel free to come and find me.

Comments

[Text]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[It's about time.]

Well? What do you say? I'm going to find you one way or the other so why not save some time and some lives and just come right to me?

[Text]

[charcoalfeather]

I

[Rakka racked her brain for possible answers. There had to be some way to end this peacefully; even if she was Raye's opposite, there had to be something she could say and make her listen. She knew damn well how strong Raye was, and how much she was capable of.

...]

If I come, will you promise not to hurt anyone?

[She's sorry, Raye. Her Raye. Hopefully, she can fix this.]

Re: [Text]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

No.

But I promise that I will hurt somebody if you don't.

[Text]

[charcoalfeather]

Fine. I'll go. Where are we meeting?

[Text]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[The feed switches to private for a moment, just long enough to show a picture of a building a slight distance away.]


There. I know you can make it now.

[Text>Action]

[charcoalfeather]

[She bit her bottom lip, thinking over the small amounts of info she had about Vegas.]

I'll be there. Raye.

[Not her Raye, though. Typing that name was strange now. This was all so strange.

The conversation seemed to be over, so Rakka turned her transmission off and.... sat there. She stared down at her phone, as though trying to read the words the person that was so similar to her girlfriend sent. Alas, they were gone.

It was a simple jump into the teleporter, and soon the bright light from the Vegas sun filled Rakka's eyes. Getting to the building Raye had shown was simple enough as well. Fougere had tagged along, much to Rakka's worry. She never thought that Raye's name would will her with fear and anxiety, but today was a new day.]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[True to her word, Raye's doppelganger is there waiting for her when she arrives. She's dressed in a long, black coat despite the Vegas heat but doesn't seem at all bothered by the temperature. She stands with her back to Rakka when she and Fougere arrive, hands in her pockets.]

I knew you wouldn't keep me waiting.

[She turns slowly when Rakka gets there, turns and smiles in a way that's... entirely too cold.]

[charcoalfeather]

[There she was. The person that, by all accounts, Rakka should have been delighted to see. She didn't get up, she didn't move towards the woman sharing her girlfriend's name or anything.

She wasn't sure what to do, so Rakka kept to herself. She frowned at that smile. It just didn't seem right.]

...You look just like her.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[That's not a problem. Turning, Raye's doppelganger turns and starts walking toward Rakka, that smile still on her face as she takes in the sight of the girl. So much the same but different. Without the broken eyes.]

She looks like me. [She corrects her, quickly closing the distance between them.]

[charcoalfeather]

You look like her. [She reaffirmed as Raye drew closer, taking in just how similar she was... but at the same time, there was still the undercurrent of danger. She seemed almost... sharper, in a way. As though Rakka could be cut by her at any moment.

Still, Rakka refused to shrink away, instead, she was almost curious. Her gaze flickered downward, searching for signs of the kamui she knew to be very loyal to the girl.]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[There's a slight pause in Raye's approach when Rakka argues back, her eyebrows raising a bit in surprise. The expression holds for a moment before she chuckles and comes close enough to reach out to cup Rakka's cheek if nothing interferes.]

Well, well, I never thought I'd see you work up the courage to argue with me.

[charcoalfeather]

[Staying where she was, Rakka hesitated to move away, or show weakness of any kind. It was so strange, feeling Raye cup her cheek. It was almost natural.... but with what she knew, Rakka couldn't relax.]

Ah... [She swallowed, trying to slow her quickened heartbeat.] We don't have to argue, you know. We can all get along.