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Bak Tsarevna
@Bartimaeus
Bak wore a satisfied expression as she squinted through the dust cloud, trying to spot the boy she had put in there. These imps were not very good housekeepers. A sudden movement caught her eye, the artillery on her right shoulder moving to track it and firing. A pair of loud BANGS echoed through the halls as a pair of explosive shells spun out of the barrels, and another BANG followed as they detonated on the poor imp Samoth had knocked across the room. The impact threw the imp into the far wall with enough force to leave a crack that went all the way to the ceiling. It gurgled meekly as it plopped to the floor.
Samoth used that opportunity to get up and run in the opposite direction, retreating deeper into the apartment. Bak clicked her tongue at her own incompetence and advanced into the hole.
The other imps were huddled behind an old busted television staring at her with equal parts terror and loathing, but that wasn't what caught her attention. She almost stepped on it, and had to swing her arms to quickly shift her weight before her foot came down. It was a girl. One of the missing students! She had found one. Bak stooped down to pick her up by her shirt collar with one hand. Bak hadn't seen one of the students they were looking for yet, but this one was remarkably unharmed. She had expect some sort of injury. At least something from the imps, if nothing else. "Wake up." Bak said, slapping her across the face a few times. When that didn't work she grab the girl by the shoulders and shook her a bit. Nothing. It was weird. Something about it sent a shiver down Bak's spine.
Bak supposed she could just throw this girl to the Vigilantes, but she couldn't do that with Samoth spooking around. He must have been trying to get to Clara, she couldn't think of any other reason he would have come up like he did. Bak would have to handle him first, so she lifted the student over her head and placed the girl behind her back for safe-keeping, draping her across the spot where Bak's backpack connected to her body. She hung there like loose laundry as Bak turned to try and find Samoth.
Her guns began to spin, the droning mechanical noise filling the apartment. She wouldn't be caught off guard by him again. "St. Laural's?" She called. "Come out to play. Come, you had such bravery a moment ago."
@KatherinWinter
I need to know which of these kids smell super tainted so I can take them aside and question them.
I need to know which of these kids smell super tainted so I can take them aside and question them.
Midnight Tournament, Round 2: The Demon of Despair and the Divine Fox
Masami stepped back as Danny “Thundercloud” charged towards Andras in a full-on frontal attack. He apparently had some considerable amount of power and, presumably, preferred to utilize it up close.
But he didn’t get very close before the Demon Lady made her own move.
Madami watched as the fight progressed, quickly developing into one case of a large beast against a less-than-large boy. But, it seemed Andras was indeed quite powerful. It took her only two moves to dispose of Danny, sending him on his way, aboard a stretcher.
Masami was watching, and analyzing, the whole time. She had never seen a Demon who channeled their power through...cards before. She was different.
The beast and the boy both fell, leaving just the two of them and the crowd, their cheers exceeding them.
The MC announcing that the next fight was to continue on, Masami turned towards Andras, placing her right hand on the hilt at her hip. “Your power, it is impressive.” She said, trying to keep her voice as strong as possible. A small grin appeared on her lips, erasing what little reluctance she had as she thought about the outcome of the battle and how fun it would be, “Let us see if it falters under mine!” She challenged, looking at Andras’ face for any telling signs of attack or emotion.
Smiling at Masami's words, Andras replied, "If you can make all of the magic in the world falter, you would indeed be a worthy challenger."
Andras regarded her opponent. 'No matter how cute, I mustn't let my guard down. But still, the fox seemed to perk up now that a fight was coming on. Perhaps she was the type to enjoy an honest spar?'
As she thought to herself, Andras looked over the fox's equipment. She couldn't quite tell how the newcomer would approach fighting. Andras would have to test the waters herself.
As the two looked at each other, the MC counted down once more. "&ras and Massami, round three! Start in 3, 2, 1! Go!" A gunshot marked the start of the round.
Andras took the initiative. It was important to gain information on how her opponent would deal with certain threats. She touched one of the cards that orbited around her and chanted, "O spell of the swamp, hear my voice and grant me your power!"
The card shined and disappeared, and from the ground several overgrown, mangy, and mud-slick rats sprouted. 'Not the most elegant creatures to bring out, but they'll work.' Andras pointed right at Masami, in a signal to attack. The rats began scurrying towards Masami.
The two stared at eachother, analyzing the possible capabilities of their opponent. Masami would have the advantage. But she still didn’t know the extent of Andras’ powers. Could she summon weapons? Only creatures so far, but she’d have to be careful.
As the MC began to count down, a white, bone-looking skull mask appeared in Masami’s hand from seemingly no where. She placed it perfectly against her face and left it there. “Go!”
Andras decided to move first. Chanting one of her spells, the other student disposed of a card, it shining briefly before disintegrating into golden dust, and forming a group of enlarged, mangy rats.
Masami took quick action, drawing one of her Starballs to her while easily snapping the weapon hilt from her belt. She grasped the ball, slamming it against the bottom of her helve, and from it erupting a long, curved blade of roaring red flame.
She swung it weightlessly, willing the blade of flame to detach itself, widening in length and flying towards the group of rats. It was instantly replaced by another blade, of which she also swept towards the beasts.
If the move succeeded, the swarm would be engulfed in a double blast of flame, and her first Starball would be expended.
As she performed this, she quickly started to move, pivoting her movement on the rats, running around them to meet face-to-face with Andras.
Andras watched as the rats were dispatched handily by a flame attack. 'Ah. She has elemental attacks, then. So be it.'
Andras looked at her hand. Several of the spells were too complex to cast without more mana... There was realistically only one option.
"Mystic of the moon, provide with me your ascendant knowledge. Heed my call!" Andras selected a card from her hand, and held it up high. It materialized as a strange humanoid, marked with tattoos that covered its pale skin. It sat in a meditative pose, hovering above the ground.
'I've already cast three spells today, counting Erayo. According to my understanding, then that means the next spell will allow Erayo to flip...' Andras waved for Erayo to stay back. 'That may provide me some breathing room. But until then...'
Andras turned and ran away from Masami, and readied another spell. This one was instant, so she planned on using it to distract Masami if she managed to close the gap.
Having dealt with the swarm easily, Masami would be upon Andras quickly if she did not move to prevent it. Her next maneuver wasn't exactly that, but it was close...kind of. She withdrew a card from her hand, presenting it to the sky. She chanted to the "Mystic of the moon", the card shaping into the figure of a vaguely-human form, and now levitating near her.
At this point Masami was approaching Andras from her starting postiton. However, the distance between them stopped closing so fast as Andras began to run away from the fox-girl, waving for her creature to keep its distance. Now, Masami isn't dumb. It was pretty obvious that this Moon Mystic was not an up-front combatant. However, it is uncertain to her how many times Andras is capable of summoning creatures. Not too many more...right?
Masami chose to chase Andras. As she did so, she removed her second Starball from the hilt on which it was attached, releasing it to join the other. She then willed them to rotate quickly around eachother, building speed. Combined with the movement of her arms and legs as she sprinted towards the fleeting Andras, she willed her wind powers to create a mini, twirling wind twister, which collected dirt, dust, rock, and various other bits of debreee as it sped towards the card-caster. (Btw the Starballs are not in the cyclone, they just generated the movement to produce it.)
Masami planned for the twister to blind and slow down Andras, maybe even throwing her to the ground. Upon succuss, she would continue her rush to tackle Andras, pinning her to the ground and immobilizing her. In the meantime, after the cyclone was already on its small path of havoc, Masami turned one of her Starballs to boiling magma, and using a pressured wind blast, shot it towards Erayo.
Andras was on her toes for this fight, being as her opponent was apparently known as a powerful demon. If she really did turn out to be one, maybe this could help ease Masami's fear of them, even if by just a little.
Andras wasn't a fan of running. Sometimes it was necessary, but she still didn't enjoy it. She looked over her shoulder to see the fox doing... Something with those orbs of hers. She directed them to spin, and they unleashed a whirlwind that was headed straight towards Andras. 'That seems good enough to react to.'
Andras turned on her heel and raised her arm to cast an instant spell. Before the spell could even resolve, her summoned creature - Erayo - seemed to disappear completely. Or rather, her body disappeared, and mysteriously, the strange and flowing tattoos that covered her body did not. Flowing around a jewel, they seemd to change into something completely different - no longer a living creature, but a magical enchantment.
Of course, Andras had planned on that. The next part of her plan, however, wasn't going to be fun. Andras grit her teeth and covered her face as she took the whirlwind directly. The wind knocked her off her feet, throwing back her hood and most distressingly removing Andras's eyepatch. Within the whirlwind, her now-uncovered eye glimpsed two new spells - before Andras reflexively and forcefully shut it.
Andras groaned, covering Perfect Alexandria with her hand. The whirlwind had knocked her flat, but she hadn't been knocked out at least. She struggled to a knee, the mysterious ribbons from Erayo twisting around her. Andras smiled a little. 'At least that part of the plan worked,' she mused to herself. Andras held out her free hand, and the ribbon twisted around her, the jewel resting against her forehead. As if Erayo's Essence was intelligent, the shifting ribbon wrapped around Andras's head, covering her eye to replace the lost eyepatch.
'Thank you, Erayo.' Andras thought, grinning. The next problem was that the fox was charging right for her. She needed to act - and fast. Without any hesitation, Andras cast the spell she had just drawn; a simple flight spell. She would have preferred to take the incantation that makes it permanent, but she didn't have time. The spell instantly took effect, and Andras shot into the air, levitating magically.
"That was close..." Andras said, looking down on Masami. "You're something else, you know."
As Masami's attack was coming close to contact with Andras, the card-slinger turned, raising her arm, and evoking the use of yet another one of her spells. From the corner of her eye, Masami saw the Moon Mystic disappear from sight, her Starball shooting through the space they had just occupied. However, oddly enough, their tattoos hadn't dissolved. Instead, they now became a long ribbon, orbiting a magnificent jewel. Which now seemingly augmented Andras herself. These spells are so unpredictable!! Masami growled in er mind.
At that moment, two thoughts occurred to her. Well...thoughts? They felt like memories. She saw two separate visions of herself. In one, she saw herself holding up her arm, and from it, a blue dome of energy sprang, and upon that, fireballs and spells of all sorts were caught against the power of the dome. Ceased in their tracks.
The second vision, she saw herself holding her hand to the sky, draw clouds drawing themselves upon the sky, and dark tendrils seemingly reaching down from the sky as sizzling rain falling from the sky, searing those who lay unprotected under its wrath.
As she experienced these visions, her hands tingled with capability. She recognized the feeling. She could...cast a new spell...but why!?
In any matter, shortly after that moment, Masami's twister struck Masami, blowing her from her feet. Masami ran faster. She was nearly upon Andras, when suddenly the now ribbon-adorned student shot straight into the air, leaving little opportunity for Masami to stop her. Masami stopped, looking up at Andras.
You're something else, you know. ..that I am.. she thought. But so are you. Sh didn't say it out loud, but the thought was much the same.
"I'm something else?" Masami called from below her as her Starballs returned to her side. "Your apparent disregard for humbleness is worrying!" she teased, eyeing the exposed undergarments that weren't hidden by her skirt. Masami would then quickly grasp on of her nearby Starballs, once again joining it with the pommel of her would-be-weapon. The other Starball enlarged itself, turning into a sphere of tumbling wind, and began rising upwards.
Masami hastily hopped onto the orb of wind, increasing its traveling speed very quickly as she willed her other Starball to give life to her weapon. It once against sprouted a blade of deep flame. Masami swept it across her desired path once again, aiming to release the blade onto Andras and bring her from the air. But at the last moment, her blade faltered. The flame flickered momentarily as Masami traveled quickly upward, and then fully dispersed. What!?! she exclaimed in her mind.
No matter. She would already be upon Andras due to the quickly moving sphere below her feet. She would drop the hilt, leaving its Starball to float beside her as she grappled Andras, restricting any movement of her arms, and capturing her in as strong a bear hug as she possibly could.
She then put her mouth close to Andras’ ear, a toothy smirk appearing upon her face, showing her fangs. “Strawberries, huh? Classy!” she giggled, aiming to embarrass the card-slinger for her choice of undergarment.
Andras couldn't fly fast enough to dodge the fox's attack. Although Erayo's Essence did protect her from a magical attack, she had to admit she didn't expect a tackle. Andras wracked her mind for a portential out to this situation, before something completely scattered her thoughts-
"Strawberries, huh? Classy!" The fox girl teased.
'Strawberries? What is she-' As the two girls descended towards the ground, Andras felt a breeze on her legs.
"Straw... Berries..." Andras stammered, as the two hit the ground. Andras's legs gave out, and Masami crashed down on top of her. "Straw..." Andras couldn't formulate any more words. Only repeating a stammered word.
'What are you saying?! Why are you so embarassed? Say something cool, dammit! You're the Demon Lady of Despair! Who cares if she saw that?' Andras's mind was moving far too quickly; her body couldn't keep up. All she could do was stammer and be acutely aware of how her face was burning red. Even if Andras was in control of her senses, she had no spells that would be worth casting, apart from creating a momentary distraction that would ultimately serve no purpose.
She was defeated, in many ways. 'After all of that... To be brought down by a tackle...' Andras sniffled, on the verge of tears.
Andras had appeared to be stunned by the fox girl's comment, seemingly losing all coherency. They plummeted towards the ground, Masami landing on top of the other girl, who was still shocked after hitting the dirt in a less-than-gentle fashion from about 5 yards.
As Masami regained her bearings from her cushioned fall, she noticed the other girl's features reddening, and she was obviously extremely embarassed.
"Submit!" Masami shouted while breathing heavily, pushing the other girl's arms against the ground., while still on top of her.
"You know i've beat you, so admit it." she uttered in a quieter tone to Andras.
Andras was snapped out of her situation when the fox girl ordered her to surrender. Of course, the fox girl was joking. She had no way to tell that Andras was out of options-
Masami roughly pinned her arms down. "You know I've beat you, so admit it."
Andras's mind sifted over the possibilities once again. Nothing she could do seemed able to turn the tables. It pained her, but it looks like she truly lost. The faster she admitted it, the faster she could leave. Plus, this fox was awfully close to her right now... And she could hear her panting.
Andras looked away, fidgetting under Masami. "I concede this day to you, Masami. You win."
Masami’s opponent paused briefly, assumedly considering her choices. But with obvious displeasure in the fact, she admitted defeat.
The Kitsune was immediately from her spot on top of the other girl, and was now standing, throwing her arms into the air, with a giant smile on her face.
“Yeah!” She shouted to the crowd as their cheers exploded. She giggled, waving to everyone who had watched the fight. That was fun! she thought while panting and slightly sweating.
Winner:
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The appeal of musou gameplay has never been killing a million dudes for me, though it's certainly nice. They're just there to built meter for what I'm really supposed to be doing; criss-crossing the battlefield completing objectives, dealing with unexpected complications, and putting out fires (sometimes literally, freaking Wu.) It's what makes a musou game you want to replay. You don't just want to win a battle, you want to figure out how to win that battle perfectly.
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"Nah, Lilliana has it right." Orpheus said to Alex. "It's apparently really easy to kill someone. Being able to knock a load of people out all at once is much more impressive than that. You wanted to kill them you could just hit them with a rock. If you really want to show off, you show them something like a stun gun. And, just for the record, you'd be surprised how often sworn enemies have spoken fondly of each other throughout human history."
Orpheus hadn't slept the night before. Not that that was surprising, he never slept. Even if he did normally he would have been too giddy to do so. The word was so big and he had so little time! After eating/giving away the feast he had ordered and getting the rest of that lesson on chemistry he had gone through every book on his bedroom shelf. It was like finding the rosette stone, which was something he knew existed now! While the information provided couldn't possibly be his own worlds history it was still an important resource that contextualize human actions in his own. He'd recognized important historical events that had been referenced in the human media they had been able to recover, the events and ramifications of which they had only been able to speculate. When did Hamlet take place? What was he meaning of the phrase "the die is cast?" Why was there a flag on the moon? These were all questions that had plagued terminal debate since they came into being, and all of them and more he had answered in a single night.
Not that it had taken all night. After he had cleared the bookshelf he'd suck off to hit the town. It was unfortunate that he didn't have any money, and that many places were closed, but most of the places he visited weren't designed to keep out someone that could not one fly but shrink to the size of your average baseball. He took a whirlwind tour of the capital, hitting art galleries, museums, landmarks, even discovered some kind of all night dance hall where a very kind lady had taught him what he assumed was a traditional Byzantine dance. He'd sat and watched the sun rise from the tallest point in the city, stared out at the horizon, and marveled that there was still more out there. It was strange, it was all so much more exiting when you didn't have all the time in creation to explore it all.
He would have to bring Metallica back here. Someday.
"So, reconciliation isn't something you can dismiss as casually as all that." He finished, jerking a thumb toward the ambassador. "Be careful dismissing stuff, it's how you end up like that guy."
Seriously, "Light-based Learnable Talents?" "'Luminous-based Metahumans?" Orpheus had once met a group of guys that had unearthed an old Latin dictionary and peppered their speech with the stuff because they thought the longer a word was the smarter it sounded. The ambassador reminded him a lot of them. "Monseiur?," he waved his hand to Ambassador Louis to catch his attention before pointing to the swiftly vanishing hunters Zarxe had called in. "What are those called?"
Orpheus hadn't slept the night before. Not that that was surprising, he never slept. Even if he did normally he would have been too giddy to do so. The word was so big and he had so little time! After eating/giving away the feast he had ordered and getting the rest of that lesson on chemistry he had gone through every book on his bedroom shelf. It was like finding the rosette stone, which was something he knew existed now! While the information provided couldn't possibly be his own worlds history it was still an important resource that contextualize human actions in his own. He'd recognized important historical events that had been referenced in the human media they had been able to recover, the events and ramifications of which they had only been able to speculate. When did Hamlet take place? What was he meaning of the phrase "the die is cast?" Why was there a flag on the moon? These were all questions that had plagued terminal debate since they came into being, and all of them and more he had answered in a single night.
Not that it had taken all night. After he had cleared the bookshelf he'd suck off to hit the town. It was unfortunate that he didn't have any money, and that many places were closed, but most of the places he visited weren't designed to keep out someone that could not one fly but shrink to the size of your average baseball. He took a whirlwind tour of the capital, hitting art galleries, museums, landmarks, even discovered some kind of all night dance hall where a very kind lady had taught him what he assumed was a traditional Byzantine dance. He'd sat and watched the sun rise from the tallest point in the city, stared out at the horizon, and marveled that there was still more out there. It was strange, it was all so much more exiting when you didn't have all the time in creation to explore it all.
He would have to bring Metallica back here. Someday.
"So, reconciliation isn't something you can dismiss as casually as all that." He finished, jerking a thumb toward the ambassador. "Be careful dismissing stuff, it's how you end up like that guy."
Seriously, "Light-based Learnable Talents?" "'Luminous-based Metahumans?" Orpheus had once met a group of guys that had unearthed an old Latin dictionary and peppered their speech with the stuff because they thought the longer a word was the smarter it sounded. The ambassador reminded him a lot of them. "Monseiur?," he waved his hand to Ambassador Louis to catch his attention before pointing to the swiftly vanishing hunters Zarxe had called in. "What are those called?"
Bak Tsarevna
@Bartimaeus
Bak didn't even have a second to observe the hole before someone came bounding out of it. In the moment before the person noticed her, she recognized that he wasn't one of her friends. She widened her stance, getting into firing position as the person turned and charged at her while he guns were still spinning up, not even giving her time to properly recognize him before he'd leaped up upon her. She felt the arms reach around her, trying to take her to the ground. That didn't happen though. She reached out as he did, her hands gripping his waist as he reached out and latched on to her. She swayed. She did not fall. She held him in the air, and in the middle of this strange, ballet like embrace she looked upon the face of her opponent and recognized it. Samoth. St. Laurals.
She smiled at him. It had been a while since she'd had an opportunity to have so much fun. "You can not bullrush me, silly-billy." She said. Then she pushed off the ground with her foot, turning toward the wall separating the hallway from Room 302, hand sliding up to grip a handful of his shirt. In one motion, with all her strength, she moved to put him through the wall.
Nasaraph Sana
The ghost boy didn't understand how right he was. In this world even the friendliest of faces was but a mask. Bearing that in mind, he put on his friendliest face and stepped forward, past his companions, to meet the ghost boy. "I think we've heard just about enough of this nonsense. You can't just walk up and smear a name as reputable as Alto's without any proof, and it's honestly disgusting that you think we're that stupid."
This man had a grudge against Alto. Something had happened between them, something terrible to inspire the hatred that came poking through his facade. This guy was a rank amateur when it came to falsifying his emotions. Hatred like that inspired obsession, and obsession led to the gathering of information. Information that could prove vital to Nasaraph own ascension. He needed that information. He needed this guys help, but he couldn't let the Vigilantes see his carefully concealed true face. To get rid of them so they could talk, he would have to play the fool.
He threw out his arm, cape billowing dramatically behind him, blocking the two of them, physically blocking his two companions. He turned, smiling back at them. "This one is clearly unhinged, and is intent on wasting our time. My friends, if you still intend to rescue these lost students yourselves follow after the robot girl. The other I found was down that hallway behind us, in the room next to the stairwell up. In return I will take on your old responsibilities," he turned back to Vittorio, letting a bit of viciousness creep into his eyes, "and tidy up all these old ghosts."
If he was being honest with himself, he was actually hoping the ghost boy was completely unreasonable. Clara's refusal earlier had left him feeling ancy.
@Dezuel@Bartimaeus@rawkhawk64@RoflsMazoy
Bak Tsarevna
Bak could hear them talking, but she wasn't sure what they were saying. Except, of course, for Vittorio's answer.
"The world is a sad place. The real world is not like the world in the storybooks, Bak. This is a world where monsters can win. Wouldn't you know that better than most?"
She wanted to argue but she couldn't. The world was sad, and she had won things because she was a monster. She was only here because she was a terrible monster. She'd made her first friend acting as a terrible monster. She was accepted by Clara because she was a terrible monster. She was the happiest she had ever been because of the fact that she was a monster. The thought made her kind of mad, and she had no idea why.
Bah! He could keep his poetry and those ghost puppet shows he was so fond of, she had work to do. She turned back to follow after Clara...only to find Clara was gone. "Gah! Why does she move so quickly?" Had she gone upstairs already or what? Bak started stomping back down the hallway, head swiveling left and right in case Clara had ducked into one of the rooms or become invisible or maybe was on the ceiling or something.
She didn't get far before she heard the sound of the floor crumbling behind her. She turned back for the third time to spot a circular hole had been punched in the floor. She looked down at her feet guiltily, before shaking off that notion. No, no, if it was going to do that it would have done so when she stepped on it. Besides, the hole looked way too circular. She'd caused buildings to crumble before, they didn't crumble like that. She could hear sounds too, voices. Was there some kind of fight going on down there?
She took one last forlorn look toward the stairwell door at the end of the hall before creeping as close as she was comfortable to the crumbling edge, which was still pretty far away. Just to listen. Just to make sure everyone was okay.
Gilliam DeWitt
Gilliam was completely lost. He was a big enough man to admit that. It had been a mistake to pursue that last imp into the ventilation system, flattening out his body, smoothing it out, and slithering his elongated form into vent after it. He understood now why this building had been condemned, the vents were an inefficient labyrinth mess designed by some bloody stupid modern Daedalus. How anyone had ever gotten any heat to their homes was beyond him. He had hit actual dead ends, for goodness sake. It was in one where he'd finally caught that imp.
The terror the thing had experienced had made it all gamy and tough, but the flavor was still succulent. Like sulfur, or ash. It was a nostalgic taste, like when he'd used to heat rocks as a kid and swallow them to keep warm at night. Now wasn't the time for reminiscence, however. Now was the time to find his friends, or another of those tasty morsels, or maybe just another vent so he could get his bearing because he hadn't actually seen another vent since he slithered in here and who designed this building!?
Suddenly he felt the entire system shake behind him. With a flick of his nose and the feeling of sneezing in reverse he folded his face in on itself and felt his entire tube-like body rearrange so his front was his back and his back was his front. The sudden light stung his eyes, but when they adjusted it became apparent that someone had taken a whole chunk out of the building. Dim light flooded the shaft like Theseus shining thread guiding him out of Daedalus trap, but as he slithered forward he chuckled to himself for it was not Theseus the thread was rescuing.
It was the Minotaur.
Just thought I'd ask but are you guys still accepting for this?
Always.
@KatherinWinter
"Just in there huh?" Curwen muttered, looking down into the basement. The kids that crawled out of the hole looked all right, just shaken up. While the children followed the two men out of the building the dog that had brought the rope, a small non-threatening looking mutt with stubby little legs and big soulful eyes, tottered along beside them occasionally accenting quick, nervous pats from them. "He's a comfort dog." Curwen said to the curious look one kid gave him, keeping pace with the little hound. "I keep him around for situations like this."
Of course, little Tommy wasn't just acting as a comfort dog. There were only traces of that demon in the basement. That means it had only come to form in the basement. The dog was searching for any unusually high traces of demonic taint among the students, the kind that would be left behind in a possession victim or stained the aura of a summoner. If the dog indicted any of them he would casually lead them off into one of the empty rooms for a private chat.
"Just in there huh?" Curwen muttered, looking down into the basement. The kids that crawled out of the hole looked all right, just shaken up. While the children followed the two men out of the building the dog that had brought the rope, a small non-threatening looking mutt with stubby little legs and big soulful eyes, tottered along beside them occasionally accenting quick, nervous pats from them. "He's a comfort dog." Curwen said to the curious look one kid gave him, keeping pace with the little hound. "I keep him around for situations like this."
Of course, little Tommy wasn't just acting as a comfort dog. There were only traces of that demon in the basement. That means it had only come to form in the basement. The dog was searching for any unusually high traces of demonic taint among the students, the kind that would be left behind in a possession victim or stained the aura of a summoner. If the dog indicted any of them he would casually lead them off into one of the empty rooms for a private chat.
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