Re: [Green Light: Janus/Atticus]
The demon appeared in the transparent pinch of smoke off the wick, nothing one second, there the next. He (yes, he, today) did not expect a shiny hipster book store, and he was visibly surprised, glancing around with interest at the polish and the rugs. Atticus, the old Atticus, he associated with dust, studies, and libraries. This was something else, and he took a moment to remind himself who he was visiting before he found him standing in the short shadow of the table not far away.
The demon was shaped like the young soldier. While not fresh off the plane, the youth was not dead yet, either, and from the look of him was maybe three months free of Hanoi. He was unhealthy thin, the paleness of his skin and the width of his visible wrist suggesting the fragility of long starvation. His neck was all ligament, his head all skull. His hair was irregularly cut and dull. Dress was relatively modern, and layered, a hoodie and a coat, jeans stiff with newness that still barely hung onto him. No flame, no scent of fire, no suggestion of supernatural ability at all. Even his height was diminished, and the air of humor, ease and geniality from the scientist was not even a glint around the eyes.
In short, he'd chosen to look like someone could easily snap him in half.
"What's this place?" he asked, interested, coming right up to Atticus and staring at his visible runes.