Kazemitsu

The Devil Hunter Agency

Kaze was slightly amused by the insanity of Da-Xia, and the ghost girl was joking about her reception, but he could only concentrate on so many things at once. I need more limbs... He thought as he spun on his foot and turned a bug into a spattering of bloody chunks with a roundhouse kick. He had barely noticed the bugs were...lagging for lack of a better word because of the ghost messing with their movements. Nor was he paying attention to the cheers of the ghost. Squish bugs now, pay attention later.

The amount of these things were annoying him, and now it was starting to...get dark? What? Growling his shoulders darkened before another set of limbs erupted from his upper back, a pair of massive wings with thick limbs. At this point Beniha ordered him to follow the bugs that weren't gunning for them. She only got a grunt in response before the wings slammed into the ground and launched him forward with such force he smashed through another oncoming insect demon. He was going to need a shower.

He was clearly the slowest of the three Hunters even with the wings, their bulk showing he'd need some serious height to actually fly. Well he could move faster but that would require some destruction that would draw a lot of attention from helicopters, satellites, and such. Nevermind the fact the insectoid youkai kept swarming towards him. He didn't have an automatic defense like Beniha, he had to slow down and blast them with a punch, kick, or swipe from the wings. He wasn't ready to start breaking out his more deadly weapon.

Relics of the First Age.

It sounds interesting...I'mma trifle with all the things

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red glanced down at her. "Immediate fire spray would deter a wild animal or insect enough to lay 9into them before they could react. Not to mention fur is highly flammable, like your hair you pointed out." He replied before tilting his head slightly, a way of showing he was thinking. "Bundle up your fluff and cover with cloth." He continued, hell his own clothes were flammable considering the fur lining some of it.

But she did have a point, if the alcohol was too watered down then it wouldn't light and tar was too...thick and sticky to work. Granted it'd burn forever. Pitch from trees was also too thick to be very sprayable. She spoke about the lanterns and he just shrugged. "Why pay silver for a lantern and pay to refill the fuel when you can get a hard-wood branch, wrapped in pitch soaked cloth for almost free." It seemed he was also thinking financially when it comes to light sources. Oil was expensive, maybe if they were higher ranked with better paying jobs it'd be a more feasible thing for them.

Then she mentioned gases, which got an uncharacteristically huge and toothy grin from him. "I'm aware of the gases, we just call it swamp gas. It lights up pretty good. Used to light the clouds and bubbles as a hatchling despite the smell." The man said, he clearly liked the flames and possibly explosions caused by such gases. But he had been in a wide open swamp for that, he hadn't tried lighting such gases or fluids in the confines of a sewer. But if it could fit him it should be open enough to not cause a powerful explosion. Should be is the key wording.

Their errands were done quick enough, with some words and looks passed around and an irksome scenario of a banker claiming he'd rob them. If he had wanted to rob someone wouldn't he have covered up more? He didn't exactly blend in with the smaller races. They got back to the Guild before the Archer who came up a short while later. A mess and with a sack full of those herbs from the previous day. "We can still use them though, I'm sure you could make poultices out of the herbs." He said to the pair, mostly to Druid Girl since...well she knew nature and some of the properties of these plants. Archer Girl looked put out that they couldn't sell them, or she'd get a pittance for her work. He was no shaman, he was absolutely clueless about plants and their uses. He only had the barest knowledge of what not to eat...and that had been through trials and error.

He watched the pair silently as they talked about the sewer job. Neither of them was too enthused about it, Archer Girl especially because of what happened with her previous party. "If you truly don't want to do it we don't have to. I'd like to get more jobs under our belts but I'm not going to force anyone to do something they don't want to do." Big Red stated with a shrug. He was naturally build to do jobs like that but the girls weren't. And Archer Girl very clearly didn't want to go down there, and it probably wasn't just because of the smell. She had mentioned losing a party, had they died? Or did they quit without clearing the job?

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red glanced at Archer Girl when she mentioned that she'd prefer not to do the sewer. She spoke of bugs as big as her, which wasn't something he was unfamiliar with. A swamp or marsh was essentially a breeding ground for such insects, a dark and dank sewer wasn't much different. Rotting corpses, rotting feces, stagnant water, and nauseating fumes were something the lizardman had grown up with.

"To deal with large bugs or swarms, fire is a good thing to have. Alcohol burns pretty hot." He said but shrugged, fire seemed to be a catch all for most monsters out there. Even magical animals seemed to hate and fear fire, those boars the other day weren't normal sized and the sow was wary of the flaming branch. Still if she didn't want to do it he wasn't going to force her down into the sewers. She had been self conscious of the smell when they first met after all.

But the girl darted off to do something. Druid Girl mentioned replenishing their potions and possibly getting a lantern. "If we do decide to do the sewer job, a torch would be better. It might not go further ahead like a lantern, but it isn't a single direction light and it's not as fragile." Big Red said, lanterns were an extreme commodity for his people, the glass could barely handle a tap of a lizardmans finger. A torch could be swung like a cudgel and possibly light the opponent on fire, nevermind just causing a painful burn.

"But still, lets go get the potions and then exchange what we have left for silver. The less jingles we make the better." He said and gestured for the dark skinned squeaky girl to lead the way

Bronze Castle's Spikes

Feng wasn't really surprised by the fragility of the birds. Despite not seemingly able to fly their bones were still hollowed. Speed was on their side, not endurance. Still, their speed didn't help when he was used to attacking things smaller than him, those low sweeps nearly brushed the ground and the avians weren't very bright. They didn't jump they just tried to dart past him before getting splattered on the broad side of his stone axe.

It they were tougher using the broadside of his weapon wouldn't work nearly as well as it did. But despite his efforts, and the efforts of the others, there was still an oncoming tide of these birds. But a voice spoke up from behind, the birds were snagtoothed bills, and they didn't seem to like fire. "Well you seem to have time, start a damned fire then." He called back. Well he could start one as well without leaving his 'post' really.

Reaching back he pulled what looked like an ordinary stone from his satchel. It was flint to those who know it, a stone that made sparks easily. Since his zone was quieter than the others he got the chance to even do that without too much focus. Still he ran the stone across his immense teeth quickly, sending a shower of sparks on his stone axe. The leather was always well oiled to prevent it from rotting, the fat and feathers from the birds helped make it more flammable.

A few more rasps and his weapon was alight, a vast torch of stone, leather, and wood. Unfortunately for the snagtooths...feathers were very flammable. Each new blow made the feathered fiends catch fire and land elsewhere. A shame so much meat was being potentially wasted.

The Devil Hunter Agency

That grin grew on the giants face when Beniha gave that disinterested sigh and replied to his greeting. [color=light blue]"What? Don't like the dulcet tones of my humming?"[/color] He teased. He was trying to be friendly, build a camaraderie with the woman who seemed bored of existence in general. Or maybe that sigh was directed more to the wisps of power that escaped him despite trying to lock it all down? Meh he'd poke her about it later.

The rumbling and putter of an engine announce Da-Xia's arrival, with a ghost in tow it seemed. Her first sentence got a brief laugh. "Motorcycles aren't exactly...stealthy..." He rumbled down to her, clearly amused. Then she went on to say that the black rocks were actually a seed, or egg. Sounded more like am embryo to him but either way that spelt bad news. Especially when she mentioned it was most likely hostile towards the DHA cuz of the fire. Shit.

Her last exclamation was joined by the female ghost...being a goof. Well being dead could build eccentricities...possibly? He had never died so he didn't know obviously. As they moved along at a rather sedate pace a buzzing overrode the putter of the motorcycle. Giant insectoid demons were drawing in and Beniha gave them their orders.

"Ah, it's been ages since I got to slap some bugs!" Kaze exclaimed merrily. Some of the insects sped towards him, a nice big one leading the swarm charge. The big man shucked his coat, it was expensive and he didn't want to get guts on it, before he lunged towards the buts. The leading ones scythe-like fore-limbs drew back to cut into him before a loud crack rung out. True to his word he had literally slapped the demon, and the carapace covered head was gone in a spray of green and yellow. The limbs blew past him and then the abdomen trailing its blood in gooey splatters.

Beniha had said to take care of the ones closest and he wasn't seeing anyone else nearby on this cold morning but he still kept his ears open for screams. Did the feather lady even know he was not a speedster anyway? Eh he'd think later, it was splat time now. Another one buzzed in but it actually got a chance to swipe at him. But his eyes weren't normal anymore, they were a deep and vicious crimson, and his hand snapped up and caught the swinging claw. It stopped dead before he turned, dragging the flying bug through the air, to impact with another oncoming one in a cacophony of buzzes, crunches, squelches, and insectoid squealing. As laid back as he seemed he was clearly good at causing much violence, and utterly slaughtering what came at him given that initial bitch slap to end all bitch slaps had made goo of the first bug.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red watched the smith as he procured two shields. A low quality one and a high quality one ordered by a noble. The price made him shake his head. "Don't have five silver currently, so I'll take the other one." He said before picking it up and checking its weight. Honestly it didn't weigh much to him, barely registered, but he pictured one of the girls with it and his mouth quirked up just a bit. They'd probably struggle because lifting a shield wasn't just your bicep, it used muscles not commonly worked with when you were a magic user or an archer.

Still they shouldn't need a shield, that was his job after all. They just needed to know how to dodge and avoid things. Still with the shield on the hook of his back he plonked down the necessary amount of copper. Archer Girl was restocking on arrows...possibly. The ones revealed weren't uniform, different wood, different feathers, slightly different heads. As long as it flew and hit did it matter about appearances? Shrugging mentally he moved off to the side to wait on the ladies.

Druid Girl piped up and bought a set of bracers, studded leather ones. A good start to wearing armor, and it left her hands open to actually grab things. How did humans pick things up with leather gloves on? Meh, she bought them and wore them, and mentioned a bank to exchange the surplus copper coins for silver ones. It was an idea, who needed all those coins jangling in your purse drawing attention of would be thieves or envious eyes. "If you want, assuming we don't have any more shopping to do." He rumbled out, maybe the Guild Job Board had some new jobs too?

Bronze Castle's Spikes

Feng watched the interaction between elf and kobold before shaking his head. Apparently they knew when the enemy would be coming so they were led further onto the farm. Here they met the kobold chief, but was he the overall chief or just chief of the kobolds on the farm? Sighing they were led to the edge of the farm where more of the little furry yappers were positioned in a staggered line. Well that was smart, they didn't have big shields or a particularly powerful figure to hold up to a charge of...anything really. He always pictured kobolds to be hit and runners like goblins tended to be.

Still the kobolds were growing more agitated before two ran out of the bushes, weapons in maws to use their canine bodies to really scamper. Were they scouts, were they leading the 'enimy' here? What was their purpose? Whatever, the giants eyes turned back towards the foliage just to see this little dinky bird creature come out and honk. He'd sigh, but he didn't forget that kobolds weren't much larger than this creature. What would be little baby cuts on him could be life-threatening wounds on the canines.

The elf, Galain, approached the bird casually before whacking it across the head with his sheathed sword. Feng approached the downed animal and picked it up by its neck between his finger and thumb. He didn't get time to examine it when even more of the little feathered vermin rushed out of the foliage. Okay, the bird was a flock animal...a big flock. Dropping the first one to appear back to the ground his axe left his shoulder and was swept low across the ground with a single muscular arm.

That sweep alone took out four of the little rushing creatures. their bodies weren't cut in twain as if it were a sword or even a metal axe. They were splattered and broken from the force of the blow, the stone axe acting more like a cudgel than a cutting took. His hand shifted, turning the weapon at the end of his controlled swing before it came back for another powerful sweep into the crowd of honking birds.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big red simply watched the conversation happening between the Archer and the Smith. Both girls had way more charisma than himself. Archer was small, cute, and fluffy. Druid girl was nice, cute, and apparently her chest was something the human males desired. A price was given for the scrap, and another was given for the quality goods. Which...probably came from this very shop. The knives and sword were too shiny and new despite the goblins short treatment of them.

All of this despite the bean-poles negative input. Did the boy think metal just grew on trees? It came from old metal, ores, ingots which came from ores. Just because something was rusty didn't mean you couldn't get it off. Or melt it down to make something better. Thankfully the smith sent the youth into the back of the shop. They were also offered a discount due to his sons attitude issues.

When asked his opinion on the matter he just shrugged. "It's rude to turn down gifts." He replied while turning his attention to the items of the shop. Blades, bludgeons, axes, armors, shields, a lot of options. Druid Girl seemed like she wanted to turn down the offer, but the blacksmith talked her into it. Repeat customers were always good for a business. Better than one and dones, although the big red reptile guessed the porcelains either moved towns or died in the field...or sewer.

He didn't necessarily need anything. But learning experiences from their previous job made him eye the shields more. A larger shield for better projectile protection would be handy and maybe one of the girls could use the buckler. It was barely two pounds of weight and it strapped onto the arm instead of needing to be held. "How much for a kite shield?" He questioned while eying the wooden almond shaped piece of equipment. He could carry a lot of weight, even if he didn't use it all the time he could keep it on his person.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Karn snorted quietly at the suggestion of finding 'fun things' at the shore-line. Sometimes barrels and crates washed in but it was never anything really worthwhile. The good stuff was mostly heavy so those probably sank wherever a ship went down. He had seen very few of these strange water vessels in his time, but deep water did not belong to the land dwellers. It belonged to nature and the mysterious, yet deadly, creatures that lurked in the dark depths.

"Fine, it'll also let us check for intruders." He rumbled out as he pushed himself up to his feet. Compared to Root Karn was a monstrous titan of scale and muscle. His cleaver was flicked up and resting on his shoulder as the pair moved to the shore. The lingering lizard tribe eyed him warily, scooting away from the behemoth as he walked with muffled steps. He was still new to the area, he hadn't really earned their trust yet and that was fine with him. They hadn't earned his respect yet so things were fairly mutual.

Root made a pit-stop though to take care of some plants, which got him to eye the tiny reptilian being. Farming was a completely foreign idea to Karn and it wasn't particularly interesting. He was a warrior through and through. There was a splashing though, something small and quick. His head jerked in that direction, his finned ears flaring out to catch the sounds of tiny footsteps. A low growl came from him before his neck changed colors to a deep crimson. A hissing sound, his chest visibly expanded briefly, before a low thoom rumbled from his body. A reptilian bellow warning intruders to leave, and informing other lizard-folk he was bigger and badder than them. It was mostly used during mating season but he used the bellow as a 'fuck off' or 'gather around' call.