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[center][color=fff200]Location: The Devil's cafe[/color][/center]


The greatest trick the devil has ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn't exist..

However.. this is not the case. 

Flauros could have sworn that his scrying has been felt by one particular individual, the guy who can change himself into a ferocious raptor.

How could he sense it? Seeing the unknown and supernatural is considered a lost art. It died down a long time ago since the era of innovation and technology arrived. It must be just pure animalistic instincts given his ability to transform. Flauros thought to himself.

[color=39b54a]"Interesting, and such affinity to violence..." [/color] Flauros grinned from ear to ear, licking his lips watching the fight at the museum unfold. So much blood. So much pent-up aggression.

It's time for Grailham's resident demon to join in the fun. 

Time to release the hounds.

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[color=fff200][u]Flauros' Hellhounds vs Sinister Six's Mr. Orange
Location: Museum Backdoor[/u][/color]

Like in any cliche horror flick, the one that got separated from the group usually gets the boot in the worst way possible. And by someone. I mean the individual known as Mr. Orange, A brutish fellow clad in orange that can divide his 5 senses (sight,smell,touch, taste, and hearing) and bestow it to each of his clones, amplifying each to tenfold. But distributing his brain cells in the process as well. A weird ability but an ability nevertheless.

He is sinister six's designated lookout - and quite frankly he's not doing a good job.

[color=f7941d][b]"The jig is up boys, there are heroes in the area.. one of them is Dynamo, so if he's here, that would mean there's the media!" 

[color=f7941d]"You had ONE JOB, sight!..you're supposed to be on the lookout"

"shut up,clone! i'm not taking orders from you"

"No, you shut up!"[/color]

"Knock it off you morons, who cares who's the original.. if one of us is in handcuffs, then all of us will be in handcuffs!"[/b][/color]

As the manifestation of Mr. Orange clone's continues to pointlessly argue and bicker, the air becomes eerily humid. The stretch of sulfur becomes stronger with each passing second. An angry snarl was heard not far from where they stood. Darkness consumes their area.

[b][color=f7941d]"Shh.. everyone quiet, did anyone hear that?"

"Yeah, and what's that overcooked smell?"[/color][/b]

From the shadows, two hellish creatures emerge from the darkness and begin to circle their prey. Their fur is black as the night and its physiology is similar to a mutated dog. Their fangs are sharp and ready sink in to any mortal flesh. Their eyes glow in red, almost petrifying those who stares back and has their sight set towards the group of sinners who wears bright orange spandex in the middle of the night.

[color=f7941d][color=f7941d]"What are those?"

"Who cares! i'm not staying here to find out, everyone get in the van!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" [/color][/color]

They began to escape but to no avail. The hellhounds are too quick to pounce and too hungry.

All that follows was faint screams echoed through the museum. The sound of struggle and trampling footsteps completely vanished without a trace.

Music to Flauros' ear. The only thing He enjoys other than malice and a 5-star rating in his cafe, is fear instilled upon others.

What happened to Mr. orange is to anyone's guesses. One thing is for sure, they won't be participating in this hero vs villain brawl anymore.