“Don’t kill somebody if you don’t have to,” says Rowan, her voice a little muffled coming from behind her faceplate, “but don’t take any chances. Some of these guys know about people like us. Could even be a couple hellborn in there.”

Isaac walks over to the door, sticks a nondescript block on it, and carefully inserts a little piece of wire. “Rowan and I are going to carve straight through the middle,” he says, walking back over. He fishes a plastic detonator from one of his vest pockets. “Sierra, I want you to go around and shadow us on the side. Hopefully anyone with a gun will be too busy shooting at us to notice you. If you do come under fire, find cover. You’re not bulletproof. Now, speed is important – remember, it’s the demon we’re after. Anybody else in there is just an obstacle.”

Rowan nods once in acknowledgement. “Cut off the head of the serpent and the body will die.”

“Is that clear, Sierra?” asks Isaac, giving you an intent look.

>Explode the fucking door already.
>One last question. (Write in)
>You’re acting like you’re bulletproof. You are bulletproof, right?
>Anything I should know about Meckor’s Stygian dude just in case I find him before you do?
>What happens if anybody finds out about this little shootout deal?
>Other (?)

>>32159018
Where's our armor?

>>32159018
>Anything I should know about Meckor’s Stygian dude just in case I find him before you do?

>>32159018
>You're acting like you're bulletproof. You are bulletproof, right?
>Anything I should know about Meckor's Stygian dude just in case I find him before you do?

>>32159018
>Anything I should know about Meckor's Stygian dude just in case I find him before you do?

>>32159018

“Yeah whatever,” you say, antsy to get moving. “What’s the deal with the demon guy though? Will he like, try to make me sign a contract or something?”

“Stygians are never as they appear,” says Isaac. “They’re masters of illusion and deceit. The only thing I can say for certain is that you shouldn’t underestimate him.”

Well that’s not helpful at all. You almost ask about where your cool tac vest and flak jacket are, but you realize that they probably don’t have extras lying around everywhere. That stuff can’t be cheap. You also don’t want to draw attention to how dangerous it is that you’re tagging along with a couple demon hunters going into a firefight – Isaac could still change his mind, and that’s not an option you will accept.

“Well then are we exploding that door or what, geeze,” you say.

The three of you move off to the side, and Isaac raises the detonator. He holds up three fingers. Then two. Then EXPLOSION SFX SURROUND SOUND EDITION holy heck that was the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

Shredded bits of material rain down in the parking lot, and the two demonbane rush around and in through the breach, you hot on their heels.

>You’re acting like you’re bulletproof. You are bulletproof, right?
>Anything I should know about Meckor’s Stygian dude just in case I find him before you do?

>>32159018
God fucking damnit, just as I head to bed too. I'll read the fun times in the morning.

>>32159070
>>32159075
>>32159234
>>32159283

Don't get us killed, you munchkins.

>>32159315

The tear in the door is a lot bigger than you expected from such a small piece of plastic explosive. Maybe you need to look into getting some of that crap. The air glows with an ovenlike heat as you pass through the space that blew up just a couple seconds ago. The crackly taste of ozone and fire sits on your tongue. It’s kind of a neat flavor. (-2 Stress: 64/100)

And then, you’re inside the building. Your eyes take a second to adjust, but you can hear everything immediately. The voices are spacey from echoing around the huge interior, but the words, coming from several different sources, are clear.

“It came from the front door!”

“What the hell?!”

“It’s the cops!”

“It’s not the fucking cops.”

“Pick up your guns start shooting!”

>>32159323

You start to make out the layout of the building. This place kind of has the layout of Costco, but there are a lot more boxes and crates and a lot less food sampling stations. Stacks of crates obstruct line of sight from one end of the building to the other – hopefully the cover will give the Hallows better odds, but you don’t think you’re too worried about them getting shot. Who knew what they were capable of as half-angels.

You notice a guy starting to get up from where he had been knocked down by the explosion. He hadn’t been standing in a good place. He barely gets to his knees when Rowan skates over and strikes him in the hip with her baton – the man keels over in pain, and she blades forward.

Isaac runs after her, straight into the store.

You notice the lighting in the store comes only from a couple floodlights set up near the middle of the floor. The outer walls, where tall empty shelves loom out of darkness, provide an thick cover of darkness. You hear yells and panic from all sides. There must be dozens of guys here.

>Stick to the flank (and the plan.). You’re not bulletproof.
>Follow in Isaac and Rowan’s wake. You don’t want to be left behind.
>Lead the charge with the Hallows. You’re not letting them have all the fun.
>Other (?)

>>32159338
>Follow in Isaac and Rowan’s wake. You don’t want to be left behind.

>>32159338
>Stick to the flank (and the plan.). You’re not bulletproof.

>>32159338
>Stick to the flank (and the plan.). You’re not bulletproof.

>>32159338
>Stick to the flank (and the plan.). You’re not bulletproof.

>>32159338
>Stick to the flank (and the plan.). You’re not bulletproof.
Sneaky sneaky stealthing with Shadow Crawl?

>>32159338
>Stick to the flank(and the plan). You're not bulletproof.

>>32159364
Yeah, we got it to sneak, we should use it to sneak

>>32159338
>>Stick to the flank (and the plan.). You’re not bulletproof.
Why not use shadow crawl to hide our approach?

>>32159338
>Stick to flank (and the plan.). You're not bulletproof.

>>32159338
>Stick to the flank (and the plan.). You’re not bulletproof.

We don't improvise until things go tits up.

Though you are a little worried that the Hallows will steamroll Trevon before you have a chance to make him experience truly exquisite pain, you are also a little worried about getting shot. Suicidal bravado isn’t among your demonic abilities. You ditch right, making sure to step on the guy Rowan put out of commission as you go – you notice his tattoos brand him as a Crip. That means there’s likely more where that came from. You wind up following the Hallows far off to the side and somewhat behind. You can only see brief flashes of what the hell they’re up to.

A humanoid form of brilliant white light pops out from between crates for a brief second, and then disappears – and then a sound like thunder cracks out, and a punk guy with a pink Mohawk goes flying into a stack of boxes. A dude with a freaking assault rifle pops up and starts unloading an entire magazine’s worth of ammunition, only for a grenade to bounce down by his feet and erupt in a flash of blinding light and deafening sound. He gets body checked to the ground a second later by the blazing figure of light.

>>32159486

The light show casts numerous crazy and bedazzling shadows everywhere in the darkness where you sprint all out. Up ahead, you see a guy with an SMG. He has it up and is taking aim at a glowing white figure, which momentarily resolves into the form of Isaac. The demonbane is down the same aisle reloading his crossbow, but likely hasn’t noticed this guy from all of the other guys he’s been worrying about.

In either case, this crab is in your way. (Crab: 10/10 HP)

>Throw fire at him. (Dice.)
>Shoot him. (Dice)
>Make sure your path is dark enough that he won’t see you coming. Attack with claws. (Dice.)
>Get close and put him into depression. (Sap Will, Dice)
>Other (?)
Also, sneak attacks can double your damage.

Rolled 12

>>32159503
>Make sure your path is dark enough that he won’t see you coming. Attack with claws. (Dice.)
We can't shoot for shit, lets stick with what we know

Rolled 13

>>32159503
>Make sure your path is dark enough that he won’t see you coming. Attack with claws.

We are the night.

We roll d100s in my house. Low is better, I take best of three.

Rolled 78

>>32159503
>Make sure your path is dark enough that he won’t see you coming. Attack with claws. (Dice.)

Rolled 14

>>32159533
Clawz

Rolled 70

>>32159533
nat 100 is go!

Rolled 71

>>32159503
>Make sure your path is dark enough that he won’t see you coming. Attack with claws. (Dice.)

Rolled 5

>>32159503
>Make sure your path is dark enough that he won't see you coming. Attack with claws. (Dice.)

Rolled 77

>>32159533
Goddamnit, I just went with the guy before me. Sorry about that.

Anyway, rerolling this:
>>32159529

We're still the night.

With so much shadow already around you, it’s no sweat to shift it around a bit so that you become a ball of impenetrable darkness. (-1 PP 11/12)

With the handgun secured in the back of your jeans, you sprint at your intended target, your fingers distorting into razor sharp claws as you go.

At the last second, the gunman hears footfalls and looks in your direction. “What the hell?” he says to himself, seeing nothing but impending darkness rolling toward him. He fails to react when you swing with all your strength and rake your claws across his lower face and chest. Your claws cut his skin to the bone and beyond, scything through his chin and throat, and continues on to tear through his pretentious collared polo shirt. He collapses bleeding all over the place – you take an instinctive step backwards to prevent the pooling blood from getting on your new shoes. He convulses helplessly, rapidly soaking in his own blood. No feat of medical technology can save this crab now. (Crab: 2/10 HP)

The sight reminds you of when Benjamin bled out on the floor of Cobra Manor. It seems… fitting. You meant this to happen, and it did. It was easy, even. You feel powerful. (-10 Stress: 54/100)

>You should slap a band-aid on that, crab.
>Wrong place, wrong time, bub.
>When you get to hell, tell ‘em Blood sent you.
>Upgrade. Take the Uzi and keep going.
>Other (?)

Rolled 82

>>32159707
>You should slap a band-aid on that, crab
>Grab the Uzi and keep going
Britfag here, a band-aid is plaster, right?

>>32159707
>Wrong place, wrong time, bub.
>Upgrade. Take the Uzi and keep going.

Rolled 38

>>32159707
Other (?)
Drain him before he dies. Take uzi and keep moving

>>32159707
>When you get to hell, tell ‘em Blood sent you.
>Upgrade. Take the Uzi and keep going.
Voting against first aid it is not IC

>>32159707
>When you get to hell, tell ‘em Blood sent you.
>Upgrade. Take the Uzi and keep going.

Rolled 63

>>32159773
You mean voting for, right?

>>32159707
>>Upgrade. Take the Uzi and keep going.
>When you get to hell, tell ‘em Blood sent you.

>>32159732
no, a band aid is that orange band with a white patch of gauze in the middle and sticky ends that you wrap around a boo boo. It's funny in this case because the wounds we gave him are far too large for a band aid to help.

>>32159732
No, a bandaid is a strip of adhesive latex with a cotton pad in the middle to absorb blood from minor cuts; essentially he can go fuck himself

>Upgrade to Uzi

Rolled 12

>>32159707
>Wrong place, wrong time, bub.
It's like we're really Wolverine!

>Upgrade. Take the Uzi and keep going.
Though I'd prefer to rip and tear all the way through.

Rolled 47

>>32159802
Ah, I see
You are being sarcastic. So it is a plaster
>>32159809
Or maybe plaster is a fucking stupid word for it, jesus british slang why cant you make any fucking sense

>>32159773
>>32159788
I interpreted it as attempting to save him

>>32159825
plaster is that shit you use to build fragile walls cheaply
britbongs cmon

“When you get to hell,” you say, stooping down to grab his wrist and suck out what power you can (+1 PP 11/11), “tell ‘em Blood sent you – but make sure you mention my name, ‘cause I only get the benefits if they know it was me.” You snicker to yourself ad you pry the Uzi from the dying crab’s fingertips. (-3 Stress 51/100) You wind up cutting up his hand in the process, but you don’t’ think he’ll mind.

You keep running on.

Up ahead, another obstacle. This time there are three of them. Two look like street thugs, but one looks professional – he’s in a suit and you suppose a tie, but you can’t tell at this distance. The pro has a handgun out and a flashlight, and is looking in your direction. This must be a member of the big bad’s personal entourage, and he looks tough. (Pro: 11/11 HP) The two with him look like crabs, though they seem really unsure of themselves.

“Dude man, let’s just split,” says one crab. You have no trouble picking out his words in the midst of the sounds of gunfire.

“Shut up,” says Mr. Professional. “Something took out your boy over there. You, punks, check it out.”

“The name’s Ian,” says one of the punk. Man, you would think Ian would have been smart enough to call it quits after your last encounter.

>>32160016

“Fuck off and check it out,” says the suit. He shoves both of the crabs forward. Ian shakily moves in your direction, handgun raised, while the other seems a lot more cool under the pressure. The suit keeps his flashlight and gun raised, and watches the two Crip’s he’s sent in your dreiction. You remain hidden behind some shelving.

>Stick to the shadows. You should be able to sneak by so long as you move fast. (Dice)
>Spray everyone with the Uzi. Nobody’s immune to bullets (Dice)
>Shoot the guy in the suit. The crabs will break under pressure.
>Shadows. Claws. This is not even a question. (Dice.)
>Scare the bejesus out of Ian, but give the kid a break.
>Other (?)

>>32160026
>>Shoot the guy in the suit. The crabs will break under pressure.

Rolled 28

>>32160026
>Spray everyone with the Uzi. Nobody’s immune to bullets (Dice)
The only break I'd be willinbg to give Ian is not finishing him off if the spray doesn't kill him.

Rolled 42

>>32160026
>Shadows. Claws. This is not even a question. (Dice.)
Get the professional, they should break
We can't shoot for shit.

Rolled 10

>>32160026
>Spray everyone with the Uzi. Nobody’s immune to bullets (Dice)
Dakka! Dakka! Dakka!

>>32160043
according to rolls we can actually shoot better than shadow claw, apparently

Rolled 59

>>32160057
I meant DCs, but yeah.

>>32160068
? Did we learn this from something? The choices don't have DC's listed.

I forgot to call for dice on shooting big man, but I'm sure we all understood that.

Also, Sierra has an okay track record with shooting people. I guess she aims for the center of mass or something.

And sometimes I won't list DC's, but that can just mean it will have variable success dependent on the roll.

Rolled 35

>>32160093
I am pretty sure it was mentioned we really could not shoot at all in maybe the first thread, and we have actually trained in fighting. Plu I imagine it would be far more instinctive than firing a gun.
>>32160104
I must be misremembering then

Rolled 40

>>32160026
>Stick to the shadows. You should be able to sneak by so long as you move fast. (Dice)

>>32160118
In the first thread we sniped this guy about to throw a molotov

You don’t want to take undue risk in this situation, so you pop out from cover, point your Uzi at everybody, and pull the trigger. The SMG roars and kicks in your hand – these things have a lot of recoil and shoot way faster than you were expecting, but you keep it leveled at your targets.

Both crabs go down, Ian taking a hit in the leg and the other a bullet through the chest. You even hit big man a couple times, but he doesn’t go down – must be wearing a Kevlar or something. (Pro: 6/11 HP, Crab: 0/10, Ian: 4/10) The suit dives to the side and fires back, before taking cover behind an abandoned forklift.

A bullet catches you in the shoulder, and you fall backward. Dammit that’s painful, but you recognize it for what it is – a graze. Despite the pain and the sudden surge of adrenaline, you’re still okay. (-3 HP: 9/12, +5 Stress: 54/100)

You notice the pro is no longer shining his flashlight at you, too preoccupied with not getting shot to get you in the spotlight

>What do you do? (Open response.)

>>32160026
>Shoot the guy in the suit

>>32160230

Stress should read as 56

Rolled 21

>>32160230
Can we sneak through to shadows get behind the big guy and slice him apart or have I got the shadow crawl power wrong?
Go for the head/neck if we can, he seems to be armoured

Rolled 35

>>32160230
Throw a fireball

>>32160230
"Ian, you little fuck, gimmie a reason why I shouldn't carve out your balls from your scrotum. Its not like you're using 'em."

Rolled 80

>>32160246

This

Rolled 59

>>32160230
Shadow crawl and claw

Rolled 58

>>32160230
Cloak and then find and take out the suit

Rolled 38

>>32160026
>Shadows and claws.

Rolled 58

>>32160026
>Shadows. Claws. This is not even a question. (Dice.)

Rolled 32

>>32160437
A bit late friend

Rolled 89

>>32160230
I really wish we had the thing that can make shadows physical so that we could shoot a spike of shadows up this guy from below.

Looks like your opponent traded vision for protection. Bad move. You dodge out of cover and sprint toward the forklift, dragging all the darkness with you along the way. When you’re still aways off, the guy bursts out of cover and aims right at you, flashlight shining on you and all. Instinctively, you tighten your shadows against the light, drawing as much power as necessary to keep yourself concealed (-7 PP 5/12).

The suit scowls – he’d obviously been planning on you doing something like this, but had underestimated your sway over darkness. “Verwelkan piece of shit,” he says flatly. He shoots rapidly in your direction, but you manage to weave out of the way. He’s firing blind into a wall of blackness, but you have your work cut out for you.

>>32160502

You close the gap, burst from the darkness, kick the gun out of his hand, and on the return swipe your claws across suit’s face. The strike reduces the man’s head to a bloody pulp. He wildly tries to swing at you, but you dart under the heavy fist and stap upwards with your other hand through the bottom of the guy’s jaw. You quickly withdraw and pull back for more action, but the guy just collapses, blood everywhere. His white dress shirt is a mess of the dark fluid. You don’t have to be a doctor to know he’s dead. (Pro: 0/11)

The smell is disgustingly thick in your nostrils. Blood saturates the air. This is your doing. You smile slightly at the thought. (-2 Stress: 54/100)

>Heh. Verwelkan. I’d feel pretty dumb right now if I didn’t know what that meant.
>I’m going to have to wash my hands after this is over.
>Keep moving. The Hallows are this place up.
>Search the suit dude for anything cool, like his wallet.
>Do something to scare the crap out of Ian.
>Other (?)

Rolled 45

>>32160520
>Heh. Verwelkan. I’d feel pretty dumb right now if I didn’t know what that meant.
>Keep moving. The Hallows are this place up.

>>32160520
>>32160533
seconded

>>32160520
>Do something to scare the crap out of Ian.
hehehe
THIS ISN'T JUST FOR FUN GUYS IT KEEPS OUR STRESS DOWN

>>32160520
>>Search the suit dude for anything cool, like his wallet.
>>Do something to scare the crap out of Ian.

>>32160520
>I'm going to have to wash my hands after this is over.
>Keep moving. The Hallows are this place up.

>>32160520
>Heh. Verwelkan. I’d feel pretty dumb right now if I didn’t know what that meant.
>Do something to scare the crap out of Ian.
>Keep moving. The Hallows are this place up.
Perfect order.

>>32160520
>Keep moving. The Hallows are this place up.

>>32160520
We got the the pro,but The Suit is still in play isn't he?

>>32160646
same guy
the pro is the suit

>>32160666
Alright cool, just making sure.

It’s a good thing you know what the hell a Verwelkan is, or you’d feel pretty damn stupid right now. Well, more probably you’d think the guy you just killed was pretty damn stupid. Either way he’s dead and you’re not, so by default you’re smarter than he is anyway. You’re pretty sure that’s how it works.

Another explosion from the middle of the floor. As much as you’d like to lift this guy’s wallet or taunt Ian, you need to move. You would never get over it if they managed to kill Trevon before you did. You sprint off.

As you run, you have trouble reconciling what’s happening with reality. Did you actually just kill like, three people? You don’t exactly feel bad about it though. In fact, it’s been kind of a natural high. You’ve never been this willy nilly with your powers before, and you have to admit, it’s exhilarating as fuck.

You start approaching the back of the store, but listening to the shouts of panicked mercs and crips, you don’t get the feeling that who you’re looking for is on the main floor. You see a slightly propped open door that leads into the back offices – as you watch, a weedy little guy in a pricy suit darts over followed by a punk, and barges through the door. He leaves the Crip behind him as a rearguard.

>>32160750
If you were a gangster demon having a secret meeting with your accomplices, you’d have it in the backroom – maybe that’s where you’ll find the bastard responsible for Benjamin’s death. Indecision tears at you though. He could be with the Stygian, and you’re not sure about that mess.

But you do know you have to be the one to kill Trevon. There’s no telling what could happen if you went into that fight with a couple demon hunters at your back, and safety-conscious Isaac and Rowan wouldn’t let you get your satisfaction if it looked dangerous. The thought of them depriving you from a death that rightfully belongs to you makes you mad. (+5 Stress: 59/100)

>Kill your way through the door and follow the little guy into the back. (Dice)
>(Or) use your words and talk the Crip out of the way, then head into the back. (Dice)
>Try to meet back up with Rowan and Isaac, touch base.
>Other (?)

>>32160764
>>Try to meet back up with Rowan and Isaac, touch base.

Rolled 83

>>32160764
>Kill your way through the door and follow the little guy into the back. (Dice)

>>32160764
>Try to meet back up with Rowan and Isaac, touch base.

>>32160764
>Try to meet back up with Rowan and Isaac, touch base
We're starting to lose control, calm down

>>32160750
>>32160764
It's not like we have any non-lethal combat options.

For serious, claws, 2 guns. What were they expecting? Fistycuffs?

>Chill the fuck out gurl
>Dayum
>Meet back up with Rowan and Isaac.

Rolled 52

>>32160764
>Kill your way through the door and follow the little guy into the back. (Dice)

Rolled 94

>>32160764
>Kill your way through the door and follow the little guy into the back. (Dice)

Rolled 71

>>32160764
>Kill your way through the door and follow the little guy into the back. (Dice)

>>32160764
>Try to meet back up with Rowan and Isaac, touch base.

We seem to be divided. Lightning round voting beings now! Post a number from below for your choice. ONLY POST THE NUMBER (1 or 2), if there is ANYTHING in your post besides a 1 or a 2, even a quote, you will not be counted.

1: Meet up with the Hallows.
2: Proceed forward.

Voting begins now and ends in 5 minutes.

2

>>32160764
>Try to meet back up with Rowan and Isaac, touch base.

2

2

1

>>32160881
1

>>32160764
>Try to meet back up with Rowan and Isaac, touch base.
Kind of need to coordinate to get through here.

2

1

Rolled 23

>>32160881
2

>>32160905
>>32160914
Don't quote the post. Also don't roll while you do a numbered vote.

>>32160881
2

>>32160914
>>32160905

Not counted.

>>32160895
Also, for reasoning, if we proceed forward we can stop the messenger boy from warning there boss. Potentially hide in waiting for Rowan and Isaac to get there, pop out to drag whatshisfuck into the shadows just before the real fight goes down.

>>32160881
1

1

2

>>32160921
>>32160930
You guys...

1

I'd like Sierra to get back to Hallows but I think she's too impulsive still. It's been only a few days (?) since the whole shooting thing, and I don't think she's a team player with Hallows just yet.

>>32160942
Sorry I used quick reply and forgot to delete the quote, I already revoted properly

Okay, vote's done.

>>32160942
Don't be so hard on them, reading is tough for some anons.

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>Hellborn Quest

Let's do this!

>>32160958
Kinda out of nowhere, and I can't remember if you already answered this or not, but is Sierra ever going to grow horns like the ones in the OP pic?

>>32161118
I hope she'll be able to retract them like her claws

>>32161133
That's how I imagined it would work.

>>32161118
>>32161133
>>32161142
I assumed she turned out like in the OP pic when raging.

>4 for a meetup, 5 for going ahead. Going ahead activate.

It’s dangerous to go alone. On the other hand, you’ve proven that you can handle yourself, and you’re just too fucking mad to wait for the Hallows to get their crap together. You couldn’t work with them for this anyway – you need to use your Verwelkan stuff to kick ass, and you don’t want to have to deal with the drama of revealing your shadowy side To Isaac and Rowan at the current moment.

You enhance the darkness about you so that you can easily stealth up behind the lookout. (-1 PP 4/12) You wrap your claws around his throat and squeeze. He doesn’t really get the chance to struggle. You’re quick to take what power you can from him before he dies. (+1 PP 5/12; Punk: 0/10)

And now there’s more blood everywhere. This guy was on cocaine or something, because you can smell it in his bloodstream. You swear people are like blood-filled balloons for how much they bleed when you start cutting. If you threw somebody against a wall hard enough, they’d probably pop.

>>32161160
>You swear people are like blood-filled balloons for how much they bleed when you start cutting.

We're going a little bit crazy

>>32161160

You head into the back offices. The lights are dim, but functional back here. Nobody’s in sight. You don’t think you see an exit from back here, but that’s when you notice the stairs. Looks like there’s a basement level or something – little tweed probably ran down there to hide. It looks welcomingly dark below, but you can't slow down your heart rate as you contemplate the probable dangers. (+3 Stress: 62/100)

>Go with SMG at the ready.
>Go with your claws at the ready.
>Go with the Uzi and the Five-seven akimbo – geeze what are you this isn’t a movie don’t be stupid.
>Tread lightly. (Dice)
>Turn off the lights and then head down. You need all the darkness you can get.
>Don’t turn off the lights, you’ll tip them off that you’re coming.
>Other (?)

>>32161176
>Turn off the lights and then head down. You need all the darkness you can get.
>Go with your claws at the ready.

Stealth Predator up in this mutha

Rolled 70

>>32161176
>Tread lightly. (Dice)
>Turn off the lights and then head down. You need all the darkness you can get.

>>32161176
>>Turn off the lights and then head down. You need all the darkness you can get.
>Go with the Uzi and the Five-seven akimbo – geeze what are you this isn’t a movie don’t be stupid.

Rolled 28

>>32161160
>Killing all willy nilly
Meh, seriously have we been given a non lethal option this entire thread?
>>32161176
>Don't turn off the lights
>Tread lightly.

>>32161176
>Turn off the lights and then head down. You need all the darkness you can get.
>Tread lightly. (Dice)
>Go with your claws at the ready.

Rolled 67

>>32161176
>>Don’t turn off the lights, you’ll tip them off that you’re coming.
>Tread lightly. (Dice)

Rolled 75

>>32161176
>Tread lightly. (Dice)
>Turn off the lights and then head down. You need all the darkness you can get.

>>32161199
They're rival gangmembers and the mc is a ragedemon. I'm sorry, but what the fuck were you expecting?

Rolled 27

>>32161176
>>Turn off the lights and then head down. You need all the darkness you can get.
>Tread lightly.

Oh god oh god this is a terrible idea but we gotta do it, for Ben, and that other guy.

Rolled 10

>>32161233
Yeah, that other guy was really cool.

Rolled 46

>>32161176
>Go with the Uzi and the Five-seven akimbo - geeze what are you this isn't a movie don't be stupid.
>Tread lightly.

>>32160881
1

>>32161261
I know, right? He was the best.

1

Rolled 82

>>32161277
God speed, That Other Guy. You will never be forgotten.

>>32161276
>>32161284
A bit late to the party, aren't you?

>>32161276
>>32161284
Guise, you gotta update the thread when you've caught up.

>>32161227
She's not a rage demon, she's a halfbreed, and we can decide not to indulge further in the murder boner; that is always an option, you fucking murder hobo

Rolled 13

>>32161176
>Don’t turn off the lights, you’ll tip them off that you’re coming.
>Tread lightly. (Dice)

And make sure to use our enhanced smell and hearing as we go down to gather extra information.

You suppress the urge to head down all Matrix style, with your Five-seven in one hand and the Uzi in the other. It takes all your concentration to aim and fire one gun, let alone two. Instead, you stow the SMG so you can have your claws ready. You step over to the light switch and flick it off. Darkness presses in around you, and you proceed forward and creep down the stairs, trying to keep low and quiet.

The sublevel is pretty bare bones. The floor is concrete, and the only thing in the room are big wood support beams. A couple floodlights are set up in the center of the room over a manhole, though the circle of illumination doesn’t extend very far. It’s hard to gauge how big the space is, as everything seems to fade away into darkness.

The little man in the expensive suit has a crowbar in hand, and is frantically trying to pry open the sewer access hatch. “Damn damn damn,” is all he says as he fails to get sufficient leverage. He really is a little guy. (Tweed: 7/7 HP)

He hasn’t noticed your approach, but you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Maybe it’s the anticipation for another fight.

>Open response. Include dice if your actions seem dicey.

>>32161176
>Tread lightly
>Turn off all the lights

>>32161350
>Observe
>Wait for the Hallows

Rolled 39

>>32161350
Wait and see who else is in the room with you

>>32161350
Take him alive, we can question him.

>>32161350
>Sneak up and spook him into telling us EVERYTHING.
>DO NOT KILL.
>Seriously, he can give info.

I'm not too keen on going into whatever is under that hatch.

Rolled 25

>>32161350
I don't like that weird feeling. Try and use your darkness powers to see normally even in the dark room. Dice included just in case.

Rolled 33

>>32161350
shoot him twice in the core and once in the head
Prepare for what got us nervous

Rolled 99

>>32161350
>Cut his hand off

Rolled 53

>>32161350
Stop for a moment, this feels like the Stygian might be involved.

Observe him carefully, listen in closely, there might be other people coming, or other things here, smell the area, see what scents have gone in and out of this room and if there is anything in here that we can't see.

If it seems clear then take out the guy non-lethally so we can ask him some questions.

Rolled 85

>>32161350
Creep up behind him, twist the crowbar arm behind his back while we cover his mouth and whisper "Yell for help and I tear your head off. Now answer real real quiet like, where is Trevon?"

>>32161350
>observe
>wait
>jump the guy if he does anything threatening or is about to get away

>>32161350
Well, this is obviously a trap. Use our enhanced senses to find the trapper.

>>32161411
Well shieeeet, son!

>>32161350
Wait, we were told the Stygian would never be predictable. Lets check this tweed guy for weird vibes. He might be an illusion or, god forbid, the Stygian itself.

>>32161427
Roll under system, anon.

That roll cuts our own hand off.

>>32161458
I never liked that hand anyway, always talking smack and shit.

Fucking hand.

>>32161383

You hold back for just as second and pay attention to your senses.

The sound of breathing. Yours.

Breathing. Tweed’s.

And… the scent of blood. Blood unlike those you’ve killed so far. Smells like it’s coming from… behind you!

You twist to see the figure lunge at you. You brace for the strike, but still get taken off your feet by the tackle. You wind up on the ground, but you’re ready – you get your feet under your assailant and push him off of you – he falls into the edge of the circle of light.

“You so spicy, Chica,” says Trevon, putting himself between you and the little guy. “How many people you kill just to say hello?” He’s got his claws out just like you. His track pants are torn and slightly singed, and a few blood scraps are all that remains of his shirt. He has a few long gashes in his flesh, probably courtesy of an encounter with Rowan’s bastard sword. The rest of his flesh is covered in huge, jagged scars of all kinds.

>>32161623
Trevon points to his head, the right side of which is horridly scarred over. The thing that sticks out though is that he’s missing an eye. “You owe me an eye, blood,” he says, a steely glint in his remaining eye. “Maybe one of yours will fit, neh?”

The sight of him makes your blood boil. (+10 Stress: 69/100) Still, giving him a look over, you notice despite his injuries, he’s probably still a lot tougher than you. Looking at him now, you begin to see how he could have survived taking so many hits in that firefight. In fact, it looks as if some of his wounds are closing before your very eyes. (+3 HP: 16/33)

You take note that there are only two floodlights keeping this room in the light, and they’re the plug in kind.

>What do you do?

Rolled 26

>>32161635
Take the lights out, then see how he reacts
If he is unable to see, get him
If he can, proceed with caution

Rolled 71

>>32161635
RIP AND TEAR! YOU ARE HUGE! THAT MEANS YOU HAVE HUGE GUTS! RIP AND TEAR!

>>32161635
Fire claw to the face!

Take out his other eye and cauterize that shit.

>>32161635
He's inferni, so he'll be able to smell us even if we turn the lights out. But it's still better than not doing it.

Sap will him, then retreat to try to unplug the lights while we unload the uzi into him.

Then pepper him with pistol shots from the darkness.

>>32161635
Shoot out the lights

>>32161635
Pull out the big guns

Hellbolt at Trevon, followed by taking out the lights whilst he's getting over that.

Depending on if he's got his shit together afterwards, we shoot him (if he's got fight left in him) or claw him (if he looks beaten).

>>32161635
Cheese it and run. Try to turn off one of the floodlights.

Rolled 12

>>32161635
Shoot out the lights and shadow time

Rolled 75

>>32161674
I should probably roll that shit yeah?

Rolled 57

>>32161675
>>32161635
Forgot to roll.

Rolled 17

>>32161684
damn forgot my roll

>>32161635
Kill the lights.
Then play hit and run in the safety of the dark.

>>32161675
Second.

Rolled 5

>>32161686
Forgot to roll. AGAIN.

>>32161635
I'm with these two:
>>32161670
>>32161677
>Shoot out the lights.
>Take it super careful with this guy.

>>32161719
WHOOO, I AM SNEAKING, YOU DON'T SEE ME

Rolled 85

>>32161726
Hurrr what is rolling.

It's like I really don't know how this thing works!

>>32161675
I like this
+1

>>32161635
Claws+Hellfire=3d2+2d5 damage (min5, max16)
Shooting him a couple times and then moving in to fireclaw his disgusting face would kill him dead.

Or we could Sap Will on him and then empty the guns into him while he's stunned, hopefully it would knock him low enough that we can kill him with regular claws if it doesn't outright kill him.

Either one would be good to go for after we kill the lights.

>>32161798

“You and your fucking eyes,” you say, pulling out your SMG with the trigger depressed. Trevon dodges out of the way, but you weren’t aiming for him. Gunfire strikes everything – tweedy guy flattens himself to the ground to get out of the way of the shots. A bullet strikes one of the floodlights, blowing it out, while another catches the edge of the second and sends it toppling over. It hits the ground and shatters, throwing everything into darkness.

You hear Trevon come at you. You move, and feel him miss an attempted choke hold.

The fallen flood light flickers briefly, giving you a freeze frame image of Trevon with his eyes focused on a spot a few feet to your left, and then darkness resumes. It looked like his wounds were still closing. (+2 HP: 17/33)

>What to do?

>>32161754
>I really don't know how this thing works!
>85

Yeah

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Rolled 1

>>32161834
HELLBOLT

Rolled 38

>>32161834
Sap Will.

Repeatedly fire the pistol into his head.

>>32161834
Take pot-shots while keeping our distance.

>>32161850
sooooo.....crit success rules are what again?

Rolled 53

>>32161834
Sap will and fire at will

>>32161850
The dice has spoken:
HELLBOLT

>>32161850
Hellbolt is 10 damage maximum. In all likelihood, it won't even take off half his health, even with your crit. We'll need to follow it up with guns or rippin' and tearin'.

Rolled 94

>>32161834
>Sap Will
>Swiss-cheese him with gun
>Stomp whatever's left into the filthy concrete floor

Rolled 80

>>32161834
Take the initiative. Hellbolt, then pistol, then eviseration

>>32161850
Bolt of hell, yeah. I'm cool with this.

>>32161850

Trevon comes at you again, but in the dark he lacks subtlety. You dodge out of the way and back off.

“Quit playin’ around, Chica, I don’t got all day!” he says, unwisely giving away his position.

You start doing the tai chi BS that Isaac showed you an hour back. “Hey Trevon,” you say, “I bet you can’t do this.” Your hands alight with flame, hotter than anything you’ve ever summoned before – and it only gets hotter as you fuel it with your hate. The crimson flames turn a bright blue . Your rolled up sleeves begin to smoulder. In the shadows, you can make out the Crip’s hate-filled expression as he rushes at you.

You whip both of your hands forward and project a solid bolt of brilliant blue hellfire. (-5 PP 0/12)

The fire splashes over Trevon, melting his skin and setting his flesh ablaze. He screams incoherently as he falls backwards on the ground, and rolls in an effort to stop the burning. (-13, +3. Trevon: 7/33)

The sound of his shrieking is music to your ears. (-5 Stress: 64/100)

You can smell him cooking from where you stand. It reminds you of the one time your dad tried to barbeque something – it’s a good and bad smell at the same time. Having skipped lunch yourself, you find yourself getting hungry at the aroma of charred flesh.

>What do you do?

>>32161850
Does hellbolt get better now

Rolled 90

>>32162114
>Trevon doing stop drop and roll

Bullet to the head

Rolled 2

>>32162114
Shoot him in the head. Several times.

>>32162119

Noep.

Rolled 87

>>32162114
Stomp on his head multiple times

>>32162125
>90

Y U do dis dice?

>>32162114
One in the head, one in the heart, and then empty the rest of the clip into him for good measure.

Rolled 47

>>32162114
He's occupied with fire!
>Empty everything you have on him and then mutilate the fuck out of him just to be sure.

Rolled 34

>>32162114
Shoot him.

Rolled 74

>>32162114
Fill him full of bullets.

>>32162137
Dat 2. Trevon is fucked.

Rolled 55

>>32162114
Shoot him until he dies! Then shoot him some more!

Rolled 60

>>32162114
Empty the Uzi into it

>>32162137
Everyone stop rolling, this Anon has got this

Rolled 62

>>32162114
empty that mag, go for headshots. then apply claws

>>32162114
>Look for the Hallows, as soon as you drain Trevon dry

>>32162212

>>32162163

You pull your handgun out of the back of your jeans and walk slowly over to Trevon while he burns. You take careful aim at his head - he whips out and tries to seize your ankle, but you pull back out of his reach and then shoot him in his good eye. He keeps screaming and wriggling, so you shoot him again. He twitches, and you pull the trigger until it starts clicking empty. His head is an unrecognizable mess But you can swear you can hear his fucking heart still beating in his chest. That fucker needs to stop now. You toss the gun and start clawing at his sternum.

You’re about to crack through Trevon’s breast bone when you realize it was your own heart you were listening to. Oh uh. How about that.

Tweedy pulls a little LED flashlight out and shines it at you. You must look like a mess, you think to yourself as you raise your claws. In the pale light you can see they’re soaking red with blood. It’s dribbling down the sides, like a fucking melting ice-cream cone. With the smell of freshly charred meat everywhere and the iron scent of blood in the air, it’s hard to think straight. All that blood everywhere, just going to waste. You can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.

>One little taste. That’s it.
>Ugh that’s disgusting. (Dice)
>Hey Tweedy. Ever wonder what blood tastes like?
>Other (?)

>>32162114
Shot at it till it stops moving

Rolled 82

>>32162365
>>Ugh that’s disgusting. (Dice)

>>32162365
>One little taste. That’s it.
I want his regen.

Rolled 68

>>32162365
>Ugh that’s disgusting. (Dice)

Rolled 13

>>32162365
>Ugh that's disgusting.

>>32162365
Icky.
>>32162403
Dice think so too.

Rolled 63

>>32162365
>One little taste. That’s it.

Rolled 69

>>32162365
>>Ugh that’s disgusting. (Dice)
Yeah, tasting the blood sounds like a bad plan.

Rolled 18

>>32162365
>Ugh that’s disgusting. (Dice)

>>32162365
>Hey Tweedy. Ever wonder what blood tastes like?
Just to fuck with him.

Rolled 61

>>32162365
>Ugh that's disgusting.
>Nope nope nope
>Other: Be a good boy and stay, Tweedy. Don't wanna make more of a mess.

Such edge.

>>32162365
"So tweedy, what's a nicely-dressed fella like you doing in a place like this"

>>32162365
This is going to be really fun when Isaac and Rowan get here and Tweedy starts screaming about the shadow monster.

>>32162466
>This is going to be really fun when Isaac and Rowan get here and see us licking the blood of ourselves, crooning in delight.

Rolled 46

>>32162365
>Ugh, that's disgusting

Rolled 5

>>32162365
>Hey Tweedy. Ever wonder what blood tastes like?

Rolled 8

>>32162365
>Ugh, that's disgusting

Before you can stop yourself, you shakily raise index-claw to your face. You watch the tantalizing sheen of fresh blood running down the edge for a moment, and then give it a lick. The metallic flavor is not… unfamiliar. You’ve split your lip and sucked on cut fingers before. But this time, you find the flavor compelling, exotic even by comparison. It’s not yours. It’s from your kill, your prey. To the victor goes the spoils. You feel an enlivening electric energy course through your body as you savor the taste of it. (+1 HP 10/12) You stare off into space and chuckle to yourself.

And then you snap out of it. In disgust, you wipe you mouth to get rid of any trace of what you did. You forget, however, that your hands are covered in blood, and wind up smearing more of it all over your face. The shock of what’s happening freaks you out more than anything else that’s happened today. (+15 Stress 79/100)

The disturbing display puts Tweeds on edge. He’s too afraid to move the light away from you. “I should have left, oh god I’m going to die.”

>>32162690

You notice then a horrible stench. It’s like a thousand rotting corpses stacked on top of one another on a summer day. It’s not the smell of a man soiling himself, it’s just the scent of unadulterated decay. You look over at Tweedy. No way. He can’t be five feet tall.

>You’re the Stygian? I’m not impressed.
>You’ve pissed off a lot of people, including me.
>Some lackey you had here. Couldn’t even take a little heat.
>I know a couple demonbane who have some questions for you.
>Kill him.
>Other (?)

Rolled 76

>>32162690
>Some lackey you had here. Couldn’t even take a little heat.
>I know a couple demonbane who have some questions for you.

>>32162711
>Some lackey you had here. Couldn’t even take a little heat.
Continue to rip on Trevon. Even in death, he can't avoid the shittalking.

Rolled 25

>>32162711
>You’ve pissed off a lot of people, including me.
>I know a couple demonbane who have some questions for you.

>>32162711
>>You’re the Stygian? I’m not impressed.
>>You’ve pissed off a lot of people, including me.

>>32162711
>You’re the Stygian? I’m not impressed.
>Scream loudly to get Isaacs's attention

>>32162763
This seems like a very good idea.

>>32162403
>>32162690
QM, did you not see the roll or the overwhelming want to not lick the blood?

>>32162711
>"Are you for real? Shiiiiieeeeeeeet."
Keep a lookout for funny business while we wait for Isaac&Rowan to show up. Trevon's the type of piece of shit that would only work for a person with power or the power to make things happen. I don't trust this guy's 'oh lawdy lawd I is so helpless' act. Don't take our eye off him and be ready to split.

>>32162828
I think that it was an overwhelming urge and licking it was going to happen either way, and the roll+vote was to snap back out of it and realize that it was fucking gross instead of reveling in it.

>>32162711
>You’re the Stygian? I’m not impressed.
>I know a couple demonbane who have some questions for you.

Time for us to calm down

Rolled 35

>>32162711
Oh god...oh god, we didn't kill Trevon did we? W-what if we killed one of thr Hallows under illusion?

Rolled 67

>>32162828
shh we got HP back

>>32162828

I take the first three rolls. And that was a success, even if it wasn't total. You were able to stop almost immediately.

>>32162828
Variable DCs. Probably got a partial success on a really hard roll.

>>32163011

“I bet you were expecting something more dramatic from Trevon,” you say, distancing yourself from the smoking corpse. “That’s what you get when you run with crabs, hombre. Cooked crabs.”

You stand up and loom over the little man, claws at your sides. “So you’re the Stygian, right? I mean, you smell the part, but I’m not impressed.”

“W-well,” he begins.

You cut him off. “I came here to kill this bastard,” you say, jerking a claw in the direction of Trevon’s body. “Mission accomplished. But I hear from a couple of my demonbane buds that you were the one who told him to sack my house. I bet they’ll be itching to ask you a bunch of questions.”

The little guy gives you an intent look, and when he speaks makes a noticeable effort to keep his voice even. “One of my men reported a verwelken was with the Hallows,” he says. “I thought it was ridiculous. But… you? You’re hellborn. And I bet that was you Barry was talking about before you killed him, wasn’t it. But the claws, the blood – that’s highborn infernus. Do you know how many verwelken-infernus hybrids there are? Both here and Halth?”

>>32162994
I can see that now. No worries.

>>32163030

The lack of your understanding shows on your face, and Tweedy picks up on it. “Oh god. You’ve never heard of Halth, have you,” he says, looking at you in shock.

>You know, I think I’d rather you be dead than tell anybody about the verwelken hellborn thing.
>Make sense or I’ll kill you myself.
>As much as I’d like to listen to your spiel, you’re going to die for what Trevon did.
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?
>Other (?)

Rolled 91

>>32163050
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?

>>32163050
>"Why'd you stop? You were spewing such good exposition!"

>>32163050
>>As much as I’d like to listen to your spiel, you’re going to die for what Trevon did.

Rolled 8

>>32163050
>You know, I think I’d rather you be dead than tell anybody about the verwelken hellborn thing.

>>32163050
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?

>>32163050
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?

Rolled 88

>>32163050
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?

>>32163050
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?
>other
Also? Ever consider using deodorant? Because I heard it helps.

>>32163050
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?
>"EY YO ISAAC! STYGIAN GUY'S PISSING HIMSELF IN HERE."

>>32163050
>Make sense or I'll kill you myself.

Rolled 60

>>32163050
>Other (?)
Dark Heart to drain PP out of hims so that we have more than empty in the event that shit hits fan.

>>32163050
Voting this >>32163123

>>32163050
>Why don’t we find out what the Hallows have to say to you. Let’s go fetch them, shall we?

Now it's okay to play a team mate. Target's dead. Victory is ours. Also blood. Delicious.

>>32163116
>>32163123
These two bits of commentary, please.

“Yeah whatever,” you say, disinterested in whatever story he’s concocted to save his skin. “You know who’s probably heard of Halth? The Hallows. Why don’t we go talk to them?”

You grab him and haul him to his feet, turning one set of claws back into regular hand so you don’t cut off his arm or something crazy. It’s not hard – he’s so light! You begin dragging him toward the stairs.

“No no no,” he says, resisting. “Demonbane kill demons, I’m demon, they’ll kill me,” he says. Words come tumbling out his mouth at no end. “I don’t blame them. I don’t belong here. Look, I don’t want to be here! I have a river-side estate in Stygia – Meckor forced me to come with him on his stupid crusade. Even Trevon called the shots more than me – I’m just the middle man. Where else am I going to go? I’m in fucking California. Look, not to threaten you, but,” he says - and then he stops.

As in, you can’t pull him anymore. He’s just rooted in position, like he’s bolted to the floor. His voice takes on a much darker tone. All traces of fear are gone. “I can only get out of here when I’m this size.”

>>32163392

Then his eyes go completely black, and his voice takes on a reverberating quality. “If thou aidest me mine escape, I swear it upon mine name Nabuth’shazzar to aid thee against thy foes.”

He returns to normal then, shrill voice, trembling expression, and featherweight frame, and all. “Or I could kill you. Yes I’d die, but so would you. Help a demon out. Nobody wants to die, Sierra.” The lightness of his tone and the gravity of the words he speaks in all seriousness scare you. (+5 Stress:84/100)

Your insides turn to ice. There aren’t many people that know your name.

>How the fuck do you know my name?
> I can’t fucking trust you, you’re a deceit demon.
>Jokes on you. You try to kill me and I’ll snap and kill you for sure.
>What, you’re seriously asking me to move that manhole cover? It’s like what, fifty pounds max, right?
>Other (?)

Rolled 12

>>32163409
Try to stall him by spouting nonsense after
>How the fuck do you know my name?

>>32163409
>> I can’t fucking trust you, you’re a deceit demon.
>>Jokes on you. You try to kill me and I’ll snap and kill you for sure.

>>32163409
>Other (?)
Nope
NOPE
(start punching)
NOPENOPENOPE

>>32163409
Fuck fuck fuck!
> I can’t fucking trust you, you’re a deceit demon.
>What, you’re seriously asking me to move that manhole cover? It’s like what, fifty pounds max, right?

He did give us his real name though... right? That's something, right?

Rolled 91

>>32163409
> I can’t fucking trust you, you’re a deceit demon.
>Jokes on you. You try to kill me and I’ll snap and kill you for sure.

>>32163409
>I can’t fucking trust you, you’re a deceit demon.

I ain't that dumb, dead man walking

>>32163409
>How the fuck do you know my name?

>Everyone taking the bait and asking him about our name.

>>32163409
>other

Yeah, I'd be A-OK working with the dude who ordered my house wrecked and my best friend killed. Best boss ever. Wow.

On the positive, even if you do outclass me and take me down, that's less time for you to pull demon powers from your ass before you have to deal with demonbane. Having you lose basically means I win, assclown.

>>32163449
I doubt it. Remember, deceit demon. Plus, if we try to get that favor from him, he'd make it better for him then us in the long term.

>>32163409
>Out of bullets
>Out of PP
>Tweed's actually a bigass demon
Shout the navy seal copypasta at him.

>>32163643
Goddamn deceivers. I prefer it when things are just simple and straight. Rip and tear and all that.

Rolled 100

>>32163409
>Other (?)
Knock him the fuck out

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>>32163671

>>32163671
>100
Yeah, good stuff.

Rolled 65

>>32163671
Now he is actually a threat

You decide to hide your shock at his inexplicable knowledge of your name under your sudden fear at the Stygian’s unknown power. You look at him and see nothing frightening, but you have no clue what he’s capable of. What if he can handle you even if you freaked out and went all rage mode on him? While his deal seems reasonable, you are also aware that whatever Tweedy is, you shouldn’t trust him.

“Joke’s on you,” you say, managing a smile, “if you try to kill me then I’ll just freak out and kill you first.”

“Okay,” says the little man, affecting a dubious attitude. “Let’s say that’s true. You’re so powerful you kill me right off the bat once I reveal my true form. But what if you’re still going through a blood rage? Who do you attack then? The Hallows could be here any second. Will you do to them what you did to Trevon?”

You grab him, pick him up off the ground by his collar, and shake him. “I can’t fucking trust you!” you yell. “You’re a deceit demon!”

>>32163671
Yeah, how about we don't.

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>>32163671

>>32163701

"That's blatant racism. Who tells you this crap? Oh wait, that's right, Demonbane. Good luck with that one, Nabbuth. I would tell you about how I swore on my name so that means I have to hold up my end of the bargain,” he says, grinning sheepishly, “but you wouldn’t be able to trust that either, would you.”

You let go of him and he collapses to the ground. “Fuck you,” you say.

“So,” says Tweed, looking up expectantly at you, fear and determination shining in his eyes in equal measure. “What’ll it be?”

>Try to kill him before he can transform. That’s something you can do, right?
>Walk out. He’ll do whatever it is he does.
>Run away. This is no joke.
>Ahh! Fuck, I’ll move the fucking sewer lid!!
>Wait.
>Scream for the Hallows.
>Other (?)

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>I can't trust you, you're a fucking deceit demon