Friendly neighborhood Demon, Viscera!
-he hops down from the tree branches-
So, who're you lookin' for? The catgirl- the welsh girl- the greco-irish guy- uhh... who else... oh yeah- the frog... a Deadman construct?
Mmm. This has always been my room, so- you are mistaken, Liman.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWhat- demons can't help people now? There a law against that? -he swallows the rest of the steak, and wipes the blood off on a sleeve, although apparently that isn't stopping his jaw from consistently having blood dripping from it-
Besides- you just happened to wander into this random encounter!
I was just patrollin' around looking for a different demon. So I could punch 'im. Well probably more than that- I was gonna kill 'im too. Because usually I only punch my friends.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOkay I didn't say that. But he's right.
... Can't let me go fulfill my dreams and be happy, can you Detective...
-sadly nods- Mhm...
-she sighs and starts taking them off and hands them over-
Is that all of them?
Absolutely positive. Wouldn't want to die. -her voice and expression go back to cold once again-
edited 18th Mar '17 12:34:44 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!How in seven literal hells am I supposed to do that? Give you a ride through the sky on a chariot of fire- and show you that I won't kick you out of it at the highest altitude?
... Sure- but the place is a mess, and I'm in the middle of constructing the apparatus for my first lot of live tests.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postLike- one in general, or a specific one- 'cause I'm pretty sure the Greco-Irish kid is one.
... Hell, did I have a bet on him... -thinks to himself for a moment, placing a finger on his chin-
... Oh yeah- I bet that he would become a priest! Yeah- you talkin' about that dude- or a different dude? Also are you hunting them 'cause if you are, then I'm gonna have to say no if it's that dude, 'cause I'm rollin' on him becoming a priest, and he hasn't done that yet. And if you kill him well- i lose a bet.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(Walks upstairs and makes his way to Oriana's room, while looking at the jewellery in his hands)
(...''I wonder what kind of powers she had... heh, what am I kidding? I'm fine with wanting to be a Gundam pilot. I don't need to worry about jewellery.)
(Knocks on her door.) Hey, Oriana? It's Michael. I got the jewellery back for you!
Guys, if Random's not online, then let me know, yeah?
edited 18th Mar '17 12:49:05 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."'Kay so... bad news on that front. 'Cause I don't know where exactly he is either.
... No.
-his room's a mess, just like it always is-
-dark, lit only by candles-
-flasks and bottles everywhere, some not marked-
-books, a Lee Enfield rifle sat by the wardrobe-
That's why I'm still working on it.
And I have mice bred for the purpose of being the guinea pigs.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post"I-I see...", she replied as she set her pack down, affording a brief glance at the Enfield before she sat by the wardrobe. In the darkness of the room and the dim light of the candle, her eyes emitted a faint red glow, locked onto him as she watched his back and his work.
"...M-Mr. Griffin?"
всегда веренWhat is it-?
-he continues to piece it together, including some sort of spinning device around a cage-
-as well as building up a cup around the cage-
Okay- so- long story, but that demon I mentioned I want to kill- he's got them locked up somewhere. People from my world.
He wants me and my friend Yuri- to give up the Deadman Constructs that we have locked away. In exchange he'll let them free.
Only we don't want to do that.
So I've been trying to find that demon so that I could kill him like Yuri asked me to.
Bypass any negotiation 'cause he's bad news.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

He points the bow at him.
Who asks?
dead devotion