Paragon City

Ice facepalms, pulling out her com. "W're? Wh't d'es h' l'k l'ke?"

"Oh, sorry. He's a pretty big guy, always has a business suit, blue horns. Oh! And his tail is a snake! That should be pretty easy to spot!" Wire says.

Ice laughs, nodding to herself and putting the com away, heading off to look for him.

She finds him waiting patiently at a small alcove in the wall. It's obvious he climbed up there, using the unusually massive claws on his hands. He waves to Ice, speaking in a deep tone. "{Over here! Wire told me you were coming!}"

Ice flies up, holding out the package.

"{Thank you. Wire and I have been working back and forth on this, and we're close to a break through. Would you like to try it out?}" He offers, opening the box and pulling out what appears to be a silver circle. It hums softly.

"{What is it?}"

"{A power storage device. Adaptable, compact, easy to use, and best of all, almost impossible to trace! Wire did the tech, and I made it compatible with magic. If it works, a fire mage could put in some fire, give it to a friend, and then that friend could call on that fire in an emergency!}" He seems quite excited to be talking about this.

"{Nifty. I might try it sometime.}"

"{Probably for the best. It still has a small chance of exploding.}" He says, setting it down behind him. Behind him is what appears to be a mage's wet dream. A large cave full of mystic books and diagrams. "{Thank you again for your help!}"

She smiles and nods, turning to head back out.

She encounters what appears to be a rabid fangirl, who begs for her autograph and babbles endlessly about meeting a real live demon.

Ice meeps. "Ah, 'k'y?"

"Ohmygodohmygod yesss!" The fangirl shrieks, holding out a notebook.

Ice writes in a shaky, demonic scrawl, handing it back.

"Yesyesyesyesyes!" The fangirl bounces off to get more demon signatures. Hopefully she won't get eaten.

Ice laughs softly, heading out.

She meets Frank back at the top. "{Did you have a nice trip, Miss?}" He asks in his cheery manner.

"{Yup.}"

The wolf growls at Psycho, letting him know that these aren't normal thugs. Psycho for his part sighs, knowing that he will probably end the day with at least one more bullet inside of him. He takes a moment to wonder how normal people get on without it, before realizing he doesn't give a shit. Other people aren't his concern. His concern is staying alive, and moving on, and screw anyone who tries to get in the way of that.

"{I do hope you come again! Enjoy your stay in the overworld!}" He steps aside, letting her through.

Psychowolf hears screaming from inside the shop. The sound of breaking magical artifacts screeches through the air, shifting minor aspects of nearby reality.

Ice heads upstairs, literally and figuratively.

She encounters a lawyer on his way down. He's surprisingly polite.

Psycho shrugs at the screaming, looking out his watch and determining how long he has to wait for the meeting.

There's still a little while. Sadly that meeting may not be possible as the front of the shop is blown off, revealing a rather crazed thug enveloped in fire.