Yeah tell that bitch we're gonna fuck it up with knives.
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Fight or flight is a helluva thing, if that thing comes in here it's gettin' shanked. That said this is all self defence, it would be stupid to go picking a fight with the big nasty.
More shivs, got it 
"Hey Aquaman, you mind calming down a little?" The cat fuckin' talks. Of course it talks. And here he was offering up praise and milk to a skinwalker. "Fuckin' Egypt, man." Heph pulled himself from his task and turned toward the kitty bastard making jokes at a time like this. He was jealous. He maintained an apathetic air most days but dammit if Dad's great power great responsibility bullshit didn't creep in every time. He recalled the last time it nearly got him killed, melting a fuckin' pistol at a 7-11. Now here he was panhandling for shivs like a prison prospector while some feline fuck questions his fashion. "Yo how 'bout you shapeshift into somethin' besides an asshole and go kick that thing's ass?"
"...Yeah. I wish I didn't know what you were thinking..." A skinwalker and a mind reader. Great. Heph's jealously turned into impotence at his own power's limited function. Hopefully it'd be enough to keep him alive in this weird dream hell.
"At least we have common ground, I also wish you couldn't tell what I was thinking. How does it work, can you like echolocate and see if whatever our dinner guest is is sentient? How many there are at least? I only found enough for two ice picks." The ore yielded as the warmth of Heph's hands on the rock reduced the metal within to putty. "They're crude so if you only get one good shot break them off in its hide." Heph repeated his 7-11 fuckery as he slid the many bangles he wore down his forearms into makeshift bracers and solidified his necklaces into a single cohesive chest piece. "I'll get it's attention and we'll need a flanker. The rest of you can throw whatever rocks are lying around. If there's anyone in here with offensive powers you might try dropping the stalactites on the damn thing."
Heph caught himself, his tone turning from authoritative to sheepish. Who was he to boss these people around, they probably had fire breath or super speed or anything. Besides, he hated being in charge it was just a gut reaction to being threatened by fucking cave beasts.
"Or don't, I'm not a cop."
"...Yeah. I wish I didn't know what you were thinking..." A skinwalker and a mind reader. Great. Heph's jealously turned into impotence at his own power's limited function. Hopefully it'd be enough to keep him alive in this weird dream hell.
"At least we have common ground, I also wish you couldn't tell what I was thinking. How does it work, can you like echolocate and see if whatever our dinner guest is is sentient? How many there are at least? I only found enough for two ice picks." The ore yielded as the warmth of Heph's hands on the rock reduced the metal within to putty. "They're crude so if you only get one good shot break them off in its hide." Heph repeated his 7-11 fuckery as he slid the many bangles he wore down his forearms into makeshift bracers and solidified his necklaces into a single cohesive chest piece. "I'll get it's attention and we'll need a flanker. The rest of you can throw whatever rocks are lying around. If there's anyone in here with offensive powers you might try dropping the stalactites on the damn thing."
Heph caught himself, his tone turning from authoritative to sheepish. Who was he to boss these people around, they probably had fire breath or super speed or anything. Besides, he hated being in charge it was just a gut reaction to being threatened by fucking cave beasts.
"Or don't, I'm not a cop."
Sin: Wrath
True Name: Getrus the Indomitable
Alias: Jerry Samson
Sex: Male
Apperances:
Age and Pre-Sin-hood Biography: Gretus began life as any lesser demon in Hell, his existence serving solely to feed those more powerful than himself, an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Suffering begat hatred, hatred begat Wrath. Devoured, charred, torn asunder, with each death the whelping became stronger. Those who managed to overcome him were themselves made stronger by absorbing his anguish. By merely existing, Hell was strengthened. This cycle continued for aeons, a constant battle for survival all the while fueling the very beasts he sought to destroy until eventually there were none who could stand against Him. Gretus the Indomitable was born for the last time, a creature that had reshaped the face of His domain in his own image, a food chain turned on its head, war as far as the eye could see.
Personality: Getrus exists through sheer force of will whether for better or worse. Quick to rash action and slow to forgive, once the Wrathful One has chosen an enemy he will not rest until their bones are ground to dust. His meager form often fools foes into a false sense of security and as such Jerry maintains a facade of ineptitude while on Earth, choosing a form that would befit the arrangement. Determined, manipulative and destructive, Getrus the Indomitable embodies the savagery of combat as well as the subtlety of war.
Likes and Dislikes
Several thousand lifetimes of death and destruction have taken the sting of defeat. Instead, Gertrus respects a cunning or overwhelming victory against him. He likes facing worthy opponents even when beaten as such losses only serve to extend his own powers. Conflict is the true nature of all things and so he finds all forms vital. The weak serve to feed the strong, the strong serve to cull the weak. Since coming to Earth, Jerry has discovered animal documentaries to be especially fascinating.
Special Sin ability
With millennia of warfare under his belt, Getrus' meager form belies impossible levels of strength and endurance. He also possesses a military intellect but nearly always forgoes such planning in favor of brute force.
True Name: Getrus the Indomitable
Alias: Jerry Samson
Sex: Male
Apperances:
Age and Pre-Sin-hood Biography: Gretus began life as any lesser demon in Hell, his existence serving solely to feed those more powerful than himself, an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Suffering begat hatred, hatred begat Wrath. Devoured, charred, torn asunder, with each death the whelping became stronger. Those who managed to overcome him were themselves made stronger by absorbing his anguish. By merely existing, Hell was strengthened. This cycle continued for aeons, a constant battle for survival all the while fueling the very beasts he sought to destroy until eventually there were none who could stand against Him. Gretus the Indomitable was born for the last time, a creature that had reshaped the face of His domain in his own image, a food chain turned on its head, war as far as the eye could see.
Personality: Getrus exists through sheer force of will whether for better or worse. Quick to rash action and slow to forgive, once the Wrathful One has chosen an enemy he will not rest until their bones are ground to dust. His meager form often fools foes into a false sense of security and as such Jerry maintains a facade of ineptitude while on Earth, choosing a form that would befit the arrangement. Determined, manipulative and destructive, Getrus the Indomitable embodies the savagery of combat as well as the subtlety of war.
Likes and Dislikes
Several thousand lifetimes of death and destruction have taken the sting of defeat. Instead, Gertrus respects a cunning or overwhelming victory against him. He likes facing worthy opponents even when beaten as such losses only serve to extend his own powers. Conflict is the true nature of all things and so he finds all forms vital. The weak serve to feed the strong, the strong serve to cull the weak. Since coming to Earth, Jerry has discovered animal documentaries to be especially fascinating.
Special Sin ability
With millennia of warfare under his belt, Getrus' meager form belies impossible levels of strength and endurance. He also possesses a military intellect but nearly always forgoes such planning in favor of brute force.
The cat seemed less than interested in the handful of milk Heph placed before it like some Egyptian depiction of servitude. He'd seen them during some of his unveilings , museums in need of new sculptures and fountains willing to pay half up font. "I guess that answers my question at least." Heph scoffed as he found a chair far from the others, all of whom had ignored him thus far. Pricks.
"Please close your eyes, and imagine yourself deep underground, in a cave that is eerily silent, except for the occasional sound of water dripping from stalactites hundreds of feet above you."
Dope, ASMR. It was a strange request but nonetheless Heph took the bait You are getting very sleepy. When I snap my fing-YO WHAT THE-
THUMP
Heph rubbed his backside as he rose to his feet. He peered hard through the darkness, several shapes rising around him. "Yo, what the hell was that?" As if on cue the dulcet tones whispered through the cave.
"You are in a mental simulation. You must find your way out using any means at your disposal. There are ways that your abilities can both help and hurt your progress. Look for clues and help each other. Good luck."
Yeah, these assholes couldn't handle a yes or no question, like I'm gonna trust them to do anything. What started as a minor annoyance blossomed into full regret as growling echoed through the cavern. "This just isn't my day." Heph decided if he made it through this shit it would definitely be his last session.
”I don't know what you fuckers are thinking but somebody needs to find me some ore, we're gonna need something sharp before that thing gets here." Heph didn't wait for a reply as he began scouring the cave walls for any semblance of metal.
"Please close your eyes, and imagine yourself deep underground, in a cave that is eerily silent, except for the occasional sound of water dripping from stalactites hundreds of feet above you."
Dope, ASMR. It was a strange request but nonetheless Heph took the bait You are getting very sleepy. When I snap my fing-YO WHAT THE-
THUMP
Heph rubbed his backside as he rose to his feet. He peered hard through the darkness, several shapes rising around him. "Yo, what the hell was that?" As if on cue the dulcet tones whispered through the cave.
"You are in a mental simulation. You must find your way out using any means at your disposal. There are ways that your abilities can both help and hurt your progress. Look for clues and help each other. Good luck."
Yeah, these assholes couldn't handle a yes or no question, like I'm gonna trust them to do anything. What started as a minor annoyance blossomed into full regret as growling echoed through the cavern. "This just isn't my day." Heph decided if he made it through this shit it would definitely be his last session.
”I don't know what you fuckers are thinking but somebody needs to find me some ore, we're gonna need something sharp before that thing gets here." Heph didn't wait for a reply as he began scouring the cave walls for any semblance of metal.
Heph slowly regained his composure and wandered further into the room. "Yo is this the place? You know, the PLACE." His voiced carried to no one and anyone. They all seemed nice enough but far too quiet for his tastes. Quiet means thoughts and thoughts are bad, m'kay. "I, uh, got a flyer for an AA MEETING and just wanna make sure this is the plaaaace." Unfortunately for Heph he was competing with a tray of danishes and a ridiculous amount of milk.
"Seriously, what's up with y'all and milk? And nobody even got some for the cat?" Meandering toward the snack table, several bangles clanged together as he filled one calloused hand with dairy and brought it to the nearby feline's face. "Who brought him anyway? Black cats are bad luck."
"Seriously, what's up with y'all and milk? And nobody even got some for the cat?" Meandering toward the snack table, several bangles clanged together as he filled one calloused hand with dairy and brought it to the nearby feline's face. "Who brought him anyway? Black cats are bad luck."
Yeah man, as long as the timelines were clear.
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