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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."

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The hallway had gradually darkened until the interior of the mansion was pitch black, lit by nothing save the eerie green glow of the Jack-o-lantern burning on the hallway table. The Baron made a beeline for it, holding it aloft to have a look around. "Hello?" he called. "Anyone still here?"
@ArenaSnow, as I even referred to, people can degenerate into monsters be it knowing or unknowing.


I disagree. People can never be monsters. Whatever they do their actions are the actions of a person. To dismiss them as monsters is to not only dismiss a facet of human nature just because we find it uncomfortable to examine and try to understand, but also helps to absolves them of culpability for what they've done by turning them into something more on the level of an animal.
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Question; is firebrand's original character from Disgea? for some reason the design and over-all nature of him is reminding me of an early/mid game boss from the games


Ghouls and Ghosts, but the characterization I'm using is mostly from Namco X Capcom.
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"I'd tell you if I understood." Firebrand replied wearily, shaking his head. "But you're in luck. You've found a group in roughly the same situation, headed to the same place. You're welcome to stumble along with us," he tilted his head toward Damien. "Provided you let my friend there examine that stone you mentioned."

It wasn't that odd to just pick up someone you happened to meet. That's exactly how the force that had stood triumphant when the barriers between worlds had tarted breaking down. Just a bunch of strangers thrown together by chance, running roughshod over the carefully negotiated alliances of all who opposed them.
A shutter runs through the city. A collective sign of nervous relief. "Is this a peace overture?" she said, unmoving. The voice is deep, distorted as though it echos from far away, and distinctly feminine. "It's just, usually tribute is more than that. If all you would like is my name, it's Nineveh, but are you sure? You don't seem particularly defeated or anything."

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"Sam Wayne, The Baron Halloween." The Baron replied, bowing deeply. "I don't suppose you remember a mansion above this place here? I must confess this place greatly clashes with aesthetic above."

The doofy ghost had gone back to flexing at Claudia and Serene.
The Baron leans in close to examine the sword, looking it right in the eye for quite some time, before leaning back and placing his hand to his chin ponderously. Then he shrugged. "Nothing ventured." He reached for the sword, then hesitated.

He whipped off his glove and snapped his fingers. That same substance began to ooze from it into the air again, but around his hand the stuff started to solidify, then inflate like a party balloon until his hand could not even be seen anymore. In but a moment it went through the self same squish-stretch motion, ripping itself a face as the Baron ripped his hand from it. What remained was very much like a man sized balloon, egg shaped, glowing luminous green, vacant and empty eyes accented by a wide grin. A long ghost tail wafted out behind it where the Baron had withdrawn his hand. Held in front of it, limp, were two skinny arms connected to a pair of what could charitably be called hand which held four blob-like fingers each. The Baron looked from the ghosts arms to the sword and back, sighed, and reinserted his hand. It's limp noodles bulged, exploding out into BIG BEEFY ARMS that it instantly began to flex at every lady in the room.

The Baron cleared his throat and the doofy ghost snapped its attention back to him. He pointed at the sword embedded in the wall. The ghost nodded, gripped the blade as veils bulged in its extremely macho arms, and wrenched it from the wall.
The Baron had indeed gone, heading into the room and staring down the long hallway reveled by the bookcase. "An elephant gun. I know I saw one in there last time I looked." He called back to her question. "We don't know what's making that awful racket, but it certainly must be large. Also, good job reveling the secret passage. Keep fumbling in that closet if you can, it might open more doors."
When the wolf shifted forms The Baron hastily snapped his fingers. The hounds, still in flight, began to waver as their sharp forms lost all cohesion, diffusing into streams of a gently wafting green mist that impacted the newcomer with all the force of a dry fart.

"I'll assume that you're actually cool then?" He called to the werewolf. Werewolves. How exiting. Then he looked over at Jack, smiling. "How did you know he was a wolf man? You simply must inform me, was their some sign?" But even this was interrupted as a scream that shook the wall fixtures started echoing through the house. The Baron twirled in place a few time, looking ever which way, before dropping to the floor and pressing his ear to the ground. "Below." He said, popping back up. "Miss, while you're digging around in the closet fetch an elephant gun."

He looked down the hallway. "Cellar, cellar, cellar, where would you put a cellar door? AHA! Miss Claudia, did you spot a kitchen on your way to the bath?"

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