@FantasyChic that leaves Leon and I absolutely sink anyone who tries to ship him with Ku
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I had Leon grab his before it was even suggested that we leave them, so he's good. Its just the military style duffle bag with his totems, clothes, and revolver.
Leon was sitting on Malone's car as he was on the roof at the end of the chase but has moved over to growl at E, and then goes back towards Madeline.
He quietly walked over to Malone and set a hand on her not injured shoulder.
“I need the glasses back. Consider it a senior order for you to go inside now.” Leon instructed, “Kennedy you can help her or help with Madeline your choice.”
The whole time one thing E said was echoing in Leon’s head. It bothered him perhaps unnecessarily, but he couldn’t contain the thought now. He stepped up beside Morgan and stared down his boss.
“This is our business, Tragellan.” Leon said, using his boss's last name for the first time as far as he remembered, with the same deadly seriousness as when he placed the mask on Malone, “Or did you forget that our job is to deal with people who harm others through paranormal means? I certainly didn’t join it as a social club.”
Leon sighed and looked down towards Madeline. The woman looked broken. The experience was certainly going to be chasing her for the rest of her life, and that was the last thing someone on the outside needed. He wasn’t sure there was much he could do for the immediate or long-term effects.
Leon turned to Tragellan again, “Honestly, what went through your mind that you had to pull something like this? Morgan and I have been doing this for years. Malone’s catching on as fast, if not faster, than anyone else we’ve brought in. You couldn’t just leave it to us? I don’t care how long you’ve been doing this. I don’t care if this is insubordination. You trust us to do our jobs, and you do not cross that line except in the absolute most dire of circumstance. Because once you cross that line you’re the kind of person we hunt down. And I certainly don’t get any pleasure from hunting down a friend, but like I said I don’t do this for fun.”
“Manny, help me move the client. I’m a witch doctor, not a doctor doctor.” Leon sighed trying to figure out what he could do to help the woman.
“I need the glasses back. Consider it a senior order for you to go inside now.” Leon instructed, “Kennedy you can help her or help with Madeline your choice.”
The whole time one thing E said was echoing in Leon’s head. It bothered him perhaps unnecessarily, but he couldn’t contain the thought now. He stepped up beside Morgan and stared down his boss.
“This is our business, Tragellan.” Leon said, using his boss's last name for the first time as far as he remembered, with the same deadly seriousness as when he placed the mask on Malone, “Or did you forget that our job is to deal with people who harm others through paranormal means? I certainly didn’t join it as a social club.”
Leon sighed and looked down towards Madeline. The woman looked broken. The experience was certainly going to be chasing her for the rest of her life, and that was the last thing someone on the outside needed. He wasn’t sure there was much he could do for the immediate or long-term effects.
Leon turned to Tragellan again, “Honestly, what went through your mind that you had to pull something like this? Morgan and I have been doing this for years. Malone’s catching on as fast, if not faster, than anyone else we’ve brought in. You couldn’t just leave it to us? I don’t care how long you’ve been doing this. I don’t care if this is insubordination. You trust us to do our jobs, and you do not cross that line except in the absolute most dire of circumstance. Because once you cross that line you’re the kind of person we hunt down. And I certainly don’t get any pleasure from hunting down a friend, but like I said I don’t do this for fun.”
“Manny, help me move the client. I’m a witch doctor, not a doctor doctor.” Leon sighed trying to figure out what he could do to help the woman.
@Penny *holds a copy of Maleus Maleficarum, thumping the book with one hand against the other* We could always throw the book at her
I think Malone wants to get between the fighting cats
If Malone is getting between them Leon is literally picking them up by the back of the neck and yelling at them.
@Naril yes finally the set up I needed for my star trek joke! Been saving this one since the start.
@POOHEAD189You mean his gold glowing magical face which is currently shielded? kay.
So I wanna check the current status quo. Leon's clinging to the roof, Malone's bleeding out, E is mildly possessing Madeline, Morgan is driving like its Fast and the Furious, Manny managed to kill the demon without shooting Leon, and Kennedy also found out she is a crack shot. I miss anything?
Over the years Leon had seen plenty. He wouldn’t flinch a charging werewolf, and he had grown bored of dealing with common vampires, but watching a demonic entity bounce around traffic like it was in the Olympics was a new sight. Even then he couldn’t help but grin when the being’s spear-like appendages simply bounced off the shield.
“See Mad’s gonna be just fine.” Leon chuckled watching as a tendril attempted to breach the shield and instead splattered apart on impact.
Leon turned back up toward his associates to see more tendrils denting the ceiling as well as a knife sticking out of Malone’s arm. Before he could even question how that happened Leon felt something tug his leg. A tendril had wrapped around it and was trying to pull him out. With his arm tied up in the seat belt, Leon was lifted into the air, but couldn’t be extricated from the vehicle. Leon thanks to the spirits the shield was taking the strain less he’d have his arm or leg wrenched from its socket.
“Leon, can you extend-” Madeline began to communicate in a stranger's voice, but Leon shouted cutting her off.
“Already stretched thin thanks!” Leon roared as he struggled to get free of the tendril.
It became its grip was too strong. Pulling his silver knife out of his bag Leon cut the seatbelt and was launched out the back of the Van. Leon caught the end of the trunk door and looked up to see the monstrous hitchhiker had fallen backward thrown down by Leon suddenly coming free.
“You want the girl you gotta kill me first,” Leon growled.
The demonic shaping threw more tendrils towards Leon grabbing him and reeling him in. The tendrils came together forming a something like a mouth in front of the corpse's chest. The mouth consumed Leon whole, but then began to shake erratically. A silver blade stabbed through the demonic growths before golden fingers ripped it apart. Leon tore himself free and lied on the top of the SUV covered in blood and ichor. He gripped onto one of the roof racks with his free hand stabbing at the demon as it lurched away making gurgling noises as more ichor spilled from its body. It was now at the back corner of the van while Leon was at the front.
“Ku, you wanted blood. Have a demon's.” Leon muttered.
The disguised mask on his face began to thrum as it absorbed the blood and ichor around its host.
“More.” Was the only reply.
“Then you guard your host,” Leon grumbled pulling the sunglasses off.
Reaching into the busted passenger window Leon.
“These now. Grit your teeth, and don’t listen to the voice.” Leon told Malone, but his tone was the complete opposite of before. It was like a surgeon telling a soldier to bite a bullet.
The glasses seemed to pull themselves onto Malone’s face. As they did Leon pulled the knife free. The glasses filled with energy and momentarily reverted to their true form. The agony would still be immense for a moment, but then it would disperse immensely weakened through Malone’s entire body. After a second it’d only feel like a papercut, though the physiological effects of the wound would remain.
“Obsidian? Traditionally used in sacrificial knives. Don’t tell me, you’re in a blood cult where you trade your souls for unimaginable power?” Leon taunted the demon trying to keep its attention.
He could think of plenty of ways to dispatch it, but all ended up the same with him and the demon tumbling off the roof. The chance of casualties alone stopped those plans. He couldn’t show his hand though. Showing fear to a demon was resting your head in a guillotine.
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“See Mad’s gonna be just fine.” Leon chuckled watching as a tendril attempted to breach the shield and instead splattered apart on impact.
Leon turned back up toward his associates to see more tendrils denting the ceiling as well as a knife sticking out of Malone’s arm. Before he could even question how that happened Leon felt something tug his leg. A tendril had wrapped around it and was trying to pull him out. With his arm tied up in the seat belt, Leon was lifted into the air, but couldn’t be extricated from the vehicle. Leon thanks to the spirits the shield was taking the strain less he’d have his arm or leg wrenched from its socket.
“Leon, can you extend-” Madeline began to communicate in a stranger's voice, but Leon shouted cutting her off.
“Already stretched thin thanks!” Leon roared as he struggled to get free of the tendril.
It became its grip was too strong. Pulling his silver knife out of his bag Leon cut the seatbelt and was launched out the back of the Van. Leon caught the end of the trunk door and looked up to see the monstrous hitchhiker had fallen backward thrown down by Leon suddenly coming free.
“You want the girl you gotta kill me first,” Leon growled.
The demonic shaping threw more tendrils towards Leon grabbing him and reeling him in. The tendrils came together forming a something like a mouth in front of the corpse's chest. The mouth consumed Leon whole, but then began to shake erratically. A silver blade stabbed through the demonic growths before golden fingers ripped it apart. Leon tore himself free and lied on the top of the SUV covered in blood and ichor. He gripped onto one of the roof racks with his free hand stabbing at the demon as it lurched away making gurgling noises as more ichor spilled from its body. It was now at the back corner of the van while Leon was at the front.
“Ku, you wanted blood. Have a demon's.” Leon muttered.
The disguised mask on his face began to thrum as it absorbed the blood and ichor around its host.
“More.” Was the only reply.
“Then you guard your host,” Leon grumbled pulling the sunglasses off.
Reaching into the busted passenger window Leon.
“These now. Grit your teeth, and don’t listen to the voice.” Leon told Malone, but his tone was the complete opposite of before. It was like a surgeon telling a soldier to bite a bullet.
The glasses seemed to pull themselves onto Malone’s face. As they did Leon pulled the knife free. The glasses filled with energy and momentarily reverted to their true form. The agony would still be immense for a moment, but then it would disperse immensely weakened through Malone’s entire body. After a second it’d only feel like a papercut, though the physiological effects of the wound would remain.
“Obsidian? Traditionally used in sacrificial knives. Don’t tell me, you’re in a blood cult where you trade your souls for unimaginable power?” Leon taunted the demon trying to keep its attention.
He could think of plenty of ways to dispatch it, but all ended up the same with him and the demon tumbling off the roof. The chance of casualties alone stopped those plans. He couldn’t show his hand though. Showing fear to a demon was resting your head in a guillotine.
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Well sheep. Help malone, save everyone, help malone save everyone... Leon catches no breaks today. Oh well I guess a knife fight on a moving vehicle is the plan now.
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