Location: The Clematis 12.000 hours [@Pyromania99][@AzureKnight][@Waylon][@Click This][@Sniblet][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] [b]“You, unless you pay more attention, little rat.”[/b] Myrilla scoffed towards Astreya’s question, not even bothering to glance in her direction as she’d instead take a long inhalation on her pipe, regarding Katherine with a scowl. [b]“The cat’s probably correct.”[/b] Myrilla responded to Lucrecia, a thick waft of smoke meeking Katherine’s face as she exhaled. The woman stuck her still burning pipe in her headdress as she’d slowly walk around the line of maids. [b]“Scale demons usually would hardly care to destroy. Eye demons are far too slothful. A tear demon would only do so if it caused whoever they’re haunting distress. Tongue demons corruption would be far more ethereal in nature…which leaves our likely culprit as Blood Demons.” [/b]As the instructor moved down the line from behind, she’d stop momentarily behind Senya, adjusting her headdress slightly and tightening the uniform just a bit. [b]“As you should have learned, Blood demons are particularly violent and vicious. A slave to their fell emotions and impulses. They lust for carnage, obscenity and all the vile pleasures a human would reject.”[/b] Myrilla continued moving down the line once more as she spoke, the sound of her heels on the deck the only sound aside from the dull hum of the engines. [b]“Their magics are the same, and they are tied to Tear demons for raw physical strength. You get into a fight of raw strength with one above Greater Beast, you’re gonna end up worse than dead. They don’t care for decency or human morals.”[/b] Kathereine would feel Myrilla’s hands on her waist as she’d stop behind them. [b]“Ah, and one more thing. The local police have quarantined the town and have made it very clear - no one in or out the usual routes for fear of a demon in disguise slipping through.”[/b] Katherine would find herself being lifted, off the ground and hoisted up in a princess carry in Myrilla’s arms. [b]“So you will be air dropping on sight. Like so-”[/b] Myrilla spun on her heels, doing two full rotations with Katherine in her arms, before quite literally [i]tossing[/i] the maid right over the railing, sending her sailing to the ground below. “Ser'yezno!? She has no parachute!” Leoniya ran over to the railing. [b]“I hear cats land on their feet.”[/b] Myrilla shrugged, nonchalantly. [b]“Consider this a lesson in both teamwork, recruits, and not to smack a married womans ass or she might toss you overboard.”[/b] Leoniya worked quickly, gathering parachutes and a pack of supplies for the recruits. Ammo, a copy of the usual ‘Maids Guide to Demon Hunting’ for reference, a MAT-4 pistol, flares, and a spare uniform. [b]“Oh, and one more thing,”[/b] Myrilla pulled the pipe from her headband. [b]“...my daughter was part of that group of six. I expect word of how she is soon as you find her. Now get going! Don’t sit there and gawk at my ass like that one or you all better grow wings!”[/b] That was odd. You should all knew she was married from how she would gush about her husband when drunk, but she had never mentioned a kid before. Well, regardless, it was show time it seemed like. The maids had been given their instruction, and that seemed all the information Myrilla was likely willing to divulge. Perhaps she didn’t know much more herself, but there was certainly a lot of unknowns left in there. Whenever the maids collected themselves, they’d find themselves jumping overboard, parachute secured tightly along with supplies as they’d get their first glimpse of what remained of Cogsfell below… Location: Cogsfell 12.000 hours [hr] Myrilla hadn’t been wrong. The north section of the town looked exactly as described. A smoldering, blasted crater littered with buildings that were still actively burning as thick smoke billowed up from it. Many buildings looked like they had gotten blasted by an explosion. Along the ground fissures and volcanic fire erupted from below, a clear sign of a portal to the first circle fo Naraheim likely having been opened here. The police seemed to have formed a defensive line around its perimeter as best they could, using the untouched southern section of the city as a safehaven and refuge. They could hear an occasional scream, too. Not to mention a number of demons running around as they got closer to the ground. Nothing too concerning from the looks of things. Some low level Demon beasts and Greater Beasts, thankfully no high demons from the looks of things, but who knew what would be found once they hit the ground? Soon enough, unless one would have somehow gotten wildly off course, the maids would find themselves all touching down near and around what was once a fountain in what was some sort of square. It was now split in half, a deep fissure having opened beneath the ground. Ruined and burning buildings surrounded them in most directions. To the north they could hear the occasional sound of gunfire, and a bit to the east they could hear what could only be described as indescribable demonic roaring. The smell of sulfur, fire, and thick smoke permeated the air. Myrilla didn’t give them any direction, only intending to find out what happened. Well, they were here now…time to figure out what happened.