@thewizardguy

The masked figure's confusion is short lived, it righting itself almost instantly with an obscene level of reaction time, it's two opponents appearing in it's path before it raises a hand, and sphere of pure darkness forming in it before it snapped it's fingers and the orb expanded, washing over it's foes harmlessly until kihaku was rather suddenly plunged into pure light with no shadows to save her, the darkness having been expunged even beneath their feet leaving her powerless in an instant with the field of light rapidly expanding even were she try to run. Void, on the other hand, is left to face the creature, kihaku having been most likely rendered useless in this particular fight.

@Tyki
Kihaku screeches, falling back as the blast of light envelops her. Her flesh seems to burn without flames, as if the light were literally eating away at her like acid. She then rapidly shoots backwards, using Nathan's body to shelter her own form. She emerges outside of the orb of light, hissing as shadows cover her wounds, slowly healing her. She wouldn't be able to enter the orb of light without further taking serious damage, effectively locking her out of the combat area.

Voidwalker, meanwhile, simply raises her hands. Several of the seals that cover her skin lift, falling to the ground. She took no offensive action, although energy was rapidly gathering around her. It was clear that she was either charging up for something, or preparing some defensive tactic.

@thewizardguy
"A fellow god? My father and you would of been kindred spirits...shame, like him, you'll be soon dead." Logar growls, moving himself around to a different stance. "....Tell me, God of War...what's your goal, seeking to set me free? An ally, or for the sake of releasing the monster that awaits within?" He asks, which may bring up confusion to the God of War. He looks past Bahamut, to the battle being waged behind them.
"Your friends...they may not win the battle they are fighting." Logar says, before sitting down, and seemingly....waiting. "Go to them, aid them. I will be here for you to fight when you return." He says, the flames and darkness vanishing, to reveal a man, charred black by fire, to be the foe behind the mystical light show. He seems to be a larger humanoid creature, but his features have long been burnt away.
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David takes a defensive stance. "If I must, I will give up myself to save those who have saved me from the abyss." The creature growls, as Its eyes begin to glow. Its tail gets ready to strike, and cracking lighting arcs around it, it unable to contain all of Its power. Ozzy, however gets a phone call, opening his device, he listens for but a moment.
"..David, you're needed dealing with another problem. I have this under control." Ozzy growls, and David nods, as much as one could with their face on their torso, as he flies backwards, though a portal that closes as soon as he passes though it. Now, left mono a mono, Ozzy floats up, eye level with the giant creature.
"...So, Alice, I think David called you...You're seeking information? Bad start at getting it, murdering my friends....or, breaking them. I'll be able to sew and stitch them back together again..but it's still an annoyance. It's understandable....I'd suggest ceasing that activity though.......Agree to that, and I'll tell you whatever you wish to know." Ozzy says, his normally quick, and rash tempter quickly lost at the sight of the huge monster.

@RavenTLark@thewizardguy@supertinyking

Mithias glanced from Raven, to Alice, to Ozzy, and back to Raven. "Yes, I do know how to get out of here. I don't mind if you come with me. I suppose I will introduce you to one of my dear friends..." The vampire lifted his right hand and a blade of purple light appeared at his call. He faced away from Raven so as to be non-threatening to her and centered himself. Mithias cleared his throat and then slashed upward with the sword, opening a sliver in space about the size of a person. Through it could be heard the sounds of spoons in cups and a multitude of voices. Strange lights and fantastic smells from what appeared to be some kind of restaurant. He took his time opening this portal, saying somewhat loudly over his shoulder in Ozzy's direction, "I have a very important message to deliver TO A GUY NAMED BOB. He'll definitely want to know about Ozzy's attempt at extortion. *cough* I HOPE YOU LIKE COFFEE!" Mithias held the door open wit the sword. "Ladies first."

@Wraithblade6

Raven was overjoyed at the thought of getting out of hell for once in her life, so she hoped that the place through the portal had a lot less death. She looked through the rift to what looked to be like some sort of cafe and she could smell the most amazing smells but one was particularly overwhelming and she guessed that this must be the 'coffee' that Mithias had been talking about. She had never experienced coffee before, let along so much of it so it was a little overwhelming at first but she quickly got used to it and said out loud,"Here I go," before going through the portal. It was definitely different than any place that she had ever been in and the glaring lights almost blinded her, once her eyes had adjusted she saw many people talking, laughing and they were jus generally happy which was a very nice change for her after seeing so much gloom and doom.

Another thing that she noticed was that it was extremely loud, she had lived in quiet desolation for her whole life until now basically.

@thewizardguy

With kihaku out of the way, voidwalker and the masked figure were left to fight one on one, the figure summoning a bow before a tiny voice chimes out "draw strength, fifty percent" shortly before the figure begins to draw his bow, aiming it at kihaku, the effort seeming monstrous as the sheer strength needed to draw it causes the earth underneath of it to deform leaving void walker to wonder what was necessary for one hundred percent? if fifty percent, half of all available draw strength, was requiring enough strength to deform the landscape around the archer, strength substantial enough that even bahamut would have issue with it, what could possibly draw the the bow at one hundred, and for that matter, what sort of arrow was it using? she couldn't actually see a physical or mystical arrow being knocked to... wait... there was no string either? Even as these thoughts flashed through her mind she heard a familiar voice chime out, though it was aged much beyond what she could recognize though, the familiar lilt and friendly obliviousness was still there as the wire creature says "this will kill you. i do not wish to but if you will not stand down then i will have to."

@supertinyking
Bahamut smiles. "Monster, huh? Yeah, I guess you could call the Daemon that. If, of course, you had no real combat experience." He sheathes his sword, looking mildly disppointed. He glances over at Void's fight, before shrugging. "Three Omegans is enough for that guy. You see the girl there? She's about to blow him, and most of this planet to shit. You can't see it of course, Cosmos is hiding most of her power. But I can tell you sure as the sun's going to rise that whatever that is, it's going to regret fighting the two of them at once." He sits down, seeming to calm down a surprising amount.

"You seem like a decent fighter. I was honestly fairly excited to fight you before, it isn't often I meet a real warrior. So let me fill you in on a secret. Me and my friends are seeking to free Illeaut, the Daemon of Fire, probably the creature you were guarding." He points downwards, where Logar could clearly sense the mess of magic that was the partially revealed Seal of Omega. "Thing is, much like you, said Daemon is guarding an even bigger beast. A creature called Omega. We're trying to free Omega because.... well, it's a long story. There's an even bigger threat coming, and we're trying to find the only thing that might be able to stop him. Ever seen Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla 2? It's kinda like that."

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Alice nodded, hearing the Demon speak. She shrank back down to her normal size, although she chose to retain her insectlike combat form. Purely for the purpose of resisting this realm's natural heat, however. Her voice was surprisingly unchanged, clashing strongly with her almost monstrous exterior. "So you're the one responsible for this torture scene? You'd better start explaining yourself. There is no reason to put anyone through such pain." The people she had freed began gathering behind her, many recognizing Ozzy as the taskmaster of their torturers. Ozzy would notice they were almost exclusively human, and those few exceptions were humanoid in nature. "Furthermore, I'm going to need you to tell me where this is, and who you are. And how you know my name."

@Wraithblade6@RavenTLark

The place seemed busy, dozens of beings of varying shapes and sizes occupying the many glass tables spread across the Lounge. However, Mithias knew that this was an all-time low for the Lounge, which had once catered to hundreds. The previously infinite room seemed to trail off into nothingness, an empty void with no clearly defined reality. This place had once been a hub of trade, a neutral meeting ground for gods and demons alike. It's current state clearly reflected Bob's diminished power.

For Raven, the place was rife with mystery and intrigue. The floor and ceiling were like a lava lamp, great colourful stains washing across it, faces forming and disappearing into it's surface. A blue smoke hung low on the ground, carrying a rich variety of scents from all over the Multiverse. Rich cinammon treats, the rotting of flesh, mixed with the metallic tang of a fully functioning Death Star. It was an aroma that couldn't quite be conveyed in words, that differed with every sniff. The customers were equally bizarre, and equally varied. In the corner, a pair of giant floating jellyfish played a game of cards, both locked in psionic struggle, both attempting to read the other's mind. Near the center of the room, a 2-dimensional prismatic object struggled to interact with the cup that had been placed in front of it. Many more such bizarre scenes played out throughout the Lounge, home to the strangest of creatures, and the most fascinating of scenery. A bedazzling array of wonders, for the sheltered Demigod.

Smiling brightly, a woman dressed in a bright sparkling red suit appeared in front of the pair. Her hair was long and white, seeming to shine like metal. Her nails were as long as claws, each as black as obsidian. A closer glance reveals tiny squirming faces in the varnish, encouraging one to not look any closer. The upper half of her face is concealed in the shadow of a large top hat, the placing of said shadow completely contradicting the direction the light seems to be coming from. All that pierces the veil is the deep red glow of her eyes, a piercing gaze that seems to dig into the girl's flesh. It was clear from her aura of utter confidence and authority that she was in charge of this establishment, if the interdimensional cafe could be called as such.

"Ah, Mithias, you seem to have brought a friend. Not a snack, I presume? Ah, I guessed, but still. She looks delicious." One of the lights goes out briefly, in what can only assumed to be a wink. "I'm so pleased to meet you, the name is Bob. I met your father once, awfully grim fellow. So, finally decided to run away? Oh, the scandal, oh, the gossip." She twirls away, a bar spontaneously manifesting as she waves her hand. "So, can I get you a drink? A small planet inhabited by miniature bear people? The severed head of the Lord of Back'Thur? I serve a variety of snacks, ask for anything and I can provide."

@thewizardguy

"...I see...." Logar says, standing up. "......Hmhmhmhmhmhm. Well....I won't delay out fight for much longer, as it seems you are all on a time limit, but..I wish to make a request of you...two...really. One, an act of mercy, and one, an act of revenge. Before I became bound to this place....I used to be an emperor...I lead my people into an age of peace. Then...Then...My wife was...her mind was broken..her soul..scarred.....by a person of unspeakable evil. Her name...." He starts, before the name he speaks rolls off his tounge, like how one may expect to speak if they were about to have a stroke from sheer rage. "....Mia Stein....should you get the chance....destroy her father. Leave her as alone as she left me.....and for the second part of my request...my wife...her soul wanders due to this curse, and when your friend destroys it...as he will, she will be set free. I don't care what happens to me......just make sure she's able to continue on.....do not let her fade into nothing, like I surely will. From one warrior, to another...this is my final request."

With his speech out of the way, Logar stands, his aura returning to him. Gripping his blade, he grinned. "Don't hold back...I want this to be the most exciting fight of my life, and I've fought a lot." He says, as he darts forwards, blade in hand, aiming to make the first strike.
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"Hehehehe...Well, first of all, I didn't. David did...he has this strange ability to divine the names of those he fights. Odd, I know. Second off, the tourture scene..these people, all of them, are the worst of the worst. That man beside you? He ran down his wife and child, because she wanted to leave his abusive ass behind. Mind you, they weren't a struggling people, in a desolate environment....no, they were from a place where humanity reigned supreme, the world's resources theirs. He still killed a woman who had loved him, and his child, all because he couldn't control his temper...The woman, she placed her new born son into a microwave, a device that cooked things...and she killed him. She wasn't starving..she wasn't in dire need to be rid of the child...all she wanted was for him to stop crying, so she could go back to sleep....Each person here, all of them...they're all monsters. Each one has committed evils so great, they could never be forgiven by the gods...so they're sent down here....and those demons you oh so slaughtered, wished to know who they are? The victims of these monsters. The murdered. The raped. The trampled. I let them get their revenge against those you've set free." Ozzy says, going on for a bit, before with a flick of his wrist, and a snap of his fingers, the damned are dragged back to their tortures, back to their painful retribution.

"Now, as for where you are, it's refered to as hell, or, a part of it. Hell is a place where, when people die, and they've committed great and evil sins, are taken to be punished. My name, is Oswald Corest. I run this place...To hot? Here..." Ozzy snaps, flames sprouting from his fingers, as hell freezes over. The cries of the damn grow louder, as the bitter cold was jarring once out of the searing heat, but the transition is just long enough for Alice to turn into whatever she needed to.

@Tyki
Cosmos observes from a distance, mentally dissecting the creature's magic. He could tell better than any other what the bow was capable of, even when fired at half it's maximum power. It had easily enough power to kill Void upon impact, and there was no guarantee that Void would be able to dodge if he were to release suddenly. Whilst he could potentially have interfered with it, there was a significant chance of the creature noticing his influence, and releasing before he could complete his alterations. Without having seen the power in action, he could not accurately determine the risk of Void dying to the attack. It was a risky situation, and the creature's use of speech provided an alternative to direct combat. It seemed that avoiding conflict would be the most favorable option in this situation.

Void, having asked Cosmos for advice on how to proceed telepathically, replied moments after the creature spoke. "If possible, me and my allies would like to avoid this conflict. If you were to fire that arrow, you would find yourself facing the full force of my allies. Even you must realize that this would end badly for you, regardless of your apparent strength." Void hasn't stopped gathering power, that much is clear. However, she has not fully released her seals, and she does not appear to be taking any offensive or defensive action. "What is the reason for the changes that have so obviously occurred to you? You do not appear to be controlled by another, as you were previously. What is your motivation for moving against us?"

@thewizardguy@RavenTLark

Mithias quickly scanned the lounge as he entered, lingering his blade in the open portal before finally pulling it through. Thank GOD Stein wasn't here, that is all. The rift zipped shut behind him, never should of having existed at all. Raven seemed pleased, and Mithias smiled, briefly. However, the paucity of people in the coffee lounge sapped quickly his smile away, and a thought struck him. The beings in Hell's coffee lounge might have been the beings who's souls Bob had collected, and it looked like there weren't that many. He'd have to content himself that Bob's hypothetical collection appeared to be growing, regardless of the soul-trapped being's wills...

Dismissing the recollection that Bob was a sadistic god of nightmares and soul-stealer, Mithias bowed deeply to her. If she gave her hand, he kissed it cordially. "How have you been my dear Bob?" Mithias moved to the bar to take a seat. Just as he was about to sit down, a small tentacled creature with a single eye atop a long stalk scrambled up onto it. Mithias narrowed his eyes at the creature, then swiftly grasped it by the eye-stalk and plopped it onto the next seat over with a mutter. Then, he took his seat.

"Bob. This is my new friend, Raven. She and I have just come from Hell. I had to visit one of my 'friends' from the Corest family..." Mithias tapped a clawed finger on the bar, alluding to the fact he had information for Bob with a distinctive look. But of course, Bob was a giant sap for drama, and Mithias was a bit thirsty, so he delayed dangerously. "You know, I would love a drink, but please, not the kind you had served me last time." The vampire shook his head with a huge sigh. "If it isn't too much trouble.... blood, please, human blood. And... hot, but not cooked... about 37 degrees." Mithias's mouth was watering a bit, but he was shy about asking for something that was in essence a sacred sacrifice. He swallowed, not exactly sure if Bob would do this for him without some kind of surprise. He'd still probably drink it.

@thewizardguy@Wraithblade6

Raven had been so overwhelmed that she had nearly not even noticed the lady talking to her and Mithias," Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you but what do you mean by the gossip?" she was genuinly confused, she knew what gossip was thanks to her father but she didn't understand what about. Whatever it was about she didn't want to be part of it. The particularity of what Mithis said has freaked her a little but not much, she stopped thinking about that and instead went back to taking in all of the sights, smells and sounds around her. She had previously decided against sitting down, she may of been excited but she still had a way of never trusting people, not fully anyway.

@thewizardguy

"i've had roughly five centuries at the very least to experience this world and all it has in it. After the first, however, things began to blur together so i decided to go somewhere to think." the creature replies evenly, the draw strength on it's bow increasing by another twenty five percent, creating a double-layer to the crater from the sheer force needed to keep the line taught as it adds "after a few centuries of thought and debating with myself i came to the conclusion that i'd rather not have reality destroyed. If you could cease your current activities peacefully so as to not cause further harm to yourselves and others, it would be my personal preference out of all calculated outcomes."

As the creature speaks, urging them to a peaceful solution, void can begin to see the 'arrow' it's bow was using, the light having hid it but now it was of a sufficient energy to begin taking a physical appearance, the arrow forming the core first with the most slender design available, the wind whipping around it and being drawn in to make tiny hurricanes around it as she can begin to see the faintest strain on the creature's grip, the draw strength most likely reaching immense levels that even bahamut couldn't match.

@supertinyking
Bahamut nods, as Leeroy makes his request. "I know the woman you speak of. She and her father will undoubtedly die, as our plans come to completion. However, it will not be my blade that ends them. That right is reserved for Kihaku." He stands up, as he drops Gwyn's sword to the floor. "I do not know much of souls, nor do I know much of love. I am a conqueror, a warrior emperor. The only return I can grant you is that her memory shall be carved into my blade. I will devour you, and with your spirit and soul, we will continue to save this universe. So keep her in mind, as I kick your ass."

As Logar shoots forward, Bahamut simply bats aside his massive blade of flame. His skin was impervious to fire, his body able to resist even the greatest of infernos with ease. "But like this? This ain't a fight. So let's do this the old-fashioned way, shall we?"

A burst of flame seems to shoot from Bahamut's mouth, screeching up into the sky. A hundred dragons form, and soon disperse. The very ground trembles, as Logar can sense his opponent going through some kind of transformation. Fire leaks into the ground, and escapes into the sky, the blaze forcing even Logar back, as the very earth around him evaporates. When, after a mere moment, the flames clear, a new figure is revealed. Logar's fancy armour has vanished, as has his fiery glare. He is left standing in a simple robe, his draconic powers having been sacrificed.

Without the armour, Bahamut took the appearance of a pale man with striking grey eyes that seemed to stare through everything. However, he bears the clear stance of a warrior, and Logar could feel that his opponent's strength and speed remained undiminished. "It's been a long time since I took this form. Do not think that I weakened myself. I took the mantle of Dragon Emperor to gain claim to the throne, not to enhance my power. Now I am simply Hiro Matshima, the man who slew the Gods of the East, the Gods of the South, and the Gods of the North. The man who devoured the four winds, and whom's breath causes the very world to spin. I have killed and eaten many Gods before you, stranger. And it'll be an honour to add you to my collection."

With the formalities done, Bahamut retrieved his sword. Then, he swung at Logar. The sword blitzed through the air, the force sparking a hurricane as nearby rubble was violently thrown back. Bahamut's strength and speed were legendary, as were his prowess as a warrior. Even for Logar, God of the Apocalypse, this would be a hard fight to win.

@supertinyking
As Ozzy names the crimes of those present, Alice simply stands deadly still, a quiet subsonic hiss resonating from her. However, even as a demon appears to once more drag them back to their pits, Alice stops him. "So you choose to torture them? To indulge their existence with an entire realm of petty vengeance? To drown the afflicted in their hatred, that they might never rest in peace?" She growls, bladed tentacles extending from her back. "Is this your justice? A twisted and petty plan, the indulgence of all that is wrong? Do you truly think this helps anyone, that this improves anyone's lives? That chasing such hatreds is not a waste of time and mercy?" She slashes backwards, tearing the head from one of the damned souls off in a single swipe. "Who are you that you think you can dictate who deserves peace. Do you really have the arrogance to declare yourself a God?"

@Wraithblade6@RavenTLark
Bob chuckles, as he takes a wine goblet filled with a deep scarlet liquid from behind the counter. The scent of it seems to instantly fill the area, overpowering all other scents. The thick coppery tang of blood, as high quality as anything else Bob conjured. It was a mixture of different types, quite probably from 3 different sources. Each had been selected by experts to form a complementary combination of tastes, and preserved through magic. Some of the finest vintage blood from the Cour des Nuit, in France. Of course, Bob kept it just an inch outside of Mithias' reach. "Now, I understand that you and your friend have gone through quite an adventure. And of course I have seen the effects of it. I'm afraid the cage that holds Omega is weakening as we speak."

She leans in close, smiling brightly as she places both slender hands on the table. And yet, Mithias feels like the temperature just went down three degrees, and the light dimmed just a little. As if he was standing in Bob's shadow. "In particular, a certain person we both know has run away from home, much like your friend Raven here. And much like your friend Raven here, she now finds herself in mortal danger." The table seems to be cracking under some unknown strain, the very room seeming to shrink for a moment. As if it were a massive maw, about to devour those foolish souls that would tread between it's teeth.

Bob steps back, as the room returns to it's normal state. "Of course, things will probably end up just fine. Everything can happen, and we can't hold ourselves responsible for everything, can we? Esspecially not when one is so amazingly incompetent." She sits back on the table, the glass of blood in her hand as she looks at the pair before her. "Now, I'm sure both of you are just bursting with things you want to tell me. If you don't hurry up, you might just explode from the pressure. It's a good thing I'm magical, or it would take me ages to clean the gore from my lovely little establishment."

@Tyki
Void emotionlessly drones on, a slight snark apparent in her voice. It was clear to the creature that she was merely acting as a mouthpiece for Cosmos at this point. "You've grown significantly stronger, but your lack of experience betrays you. Many of us have died for our cause, many of them never even made it to... here. If necessary, I will happily die to further the cause. After firing that arrow, Cosmos will break your light, and Kihaku will annihilate you. With Cosmos providing support, neutralizing and weakening your attacks, you'd have no chance at victory against Kihaku." The wire creature would, of course, realize the truth in this. Despite speed and strength, without the capability to use light, there was no way he could defeat Kihaku. "Alternatively, you could choose to withdraw, and fight us another day. Perhaps gather allies, or perhaps live yourself a happy life at the edge of the Multiverse. Or, potentially, you could once more join us on our quest. We do not wish to destroy reality, as you have been falsely informed. But rather seek to save it."

@supertinyking
As Ozzy names the crimes of those present, Alice simply stands deadly still, a quiet subsonic hiss resonating from her. However, even as a demon appears to once more drag them back to their pits, Alice stops him. "So you choose to torture them? To indulge their existence with an entire realm of petty vengeance? To drown the afflicted in their hatred, that they might never rest in peace?" She growls, bladed tentacles extending from her back. "Is this your justice? A twisted and petty plan, the indulgence of all that is wrong? Do you truly think this helps anyone, that this improves anyone's lives? That chasing such hatreds is not a waste of time and mercy?" She slashes backwards, tearing the head from one of the damned souls off in a single swipe. "Who are you that you think you can dictate who deserves peace. Do you really have the arrogance to declare yourself a God?"

"....No, I never declared myself a god. I never claimed to be the one to create this whole system. There is a god who did, however. He chooses which ones go here, and which go to Heaven, a place of eternal rest and paradise, and those who fail to meet his standards..are dragged here, kicking and screaming. We demons, we were created by the fallen general of Heaven..his name, simply, Doom, Apocalypse....Lucifer. He was mutilated and cast into this infernal pit for refusing to bow to humans....as he felt they weren't worthy of the chance they were given. As such, now, this place exists. I over threw him, and now I run this infernal place....but I don't decide who end up down here. The big man upstairs does. Before you ask, no, we can't fight him. Hell, we turn to dust, body, mind, and soul should we step foot into his domain..."
Ozzy starts, seeming to grow sad.
".....I honestly do feel bad for these people at times. Some humans are works of art. Beautiful things....but should we not do this, we would be wiped away like ash from a mirror, only to be replaced so the cycle may continue......Nothing has been able to shift the cycle. No one strong enough to strong enough to storm into heaven, and dethrone the tyrant who sits in the pearly throne...at least..not until now."
Ozzy's eyes look over Alice. He smiles, not a smile of deviousness, nor of malicious intent..but one of, surprisingly, hope.
"A beautiful creature...something like you, might just be what's needed to turn the tides." He states, seeming filled with some sort of hope. In reality, most of what he's said is lies...but his deceptions are so flawlessly stated, it's almost impossible to sniff out their falsehoods.

@thewizardguy@RavenTLark@supertinyking

The aroma of the exquisite blood Bob had conjured up grabbed Mithias by the nose and drew him like a moth to flame. He stared at it in full attention as Bob held the glass before him. Damn, he hadn't expected her to procure something so good. Now he was distracted, the pleasantness of which quickly turned to intelligent fear as the vampire felt the room darken. He focused again pretty quickly, once again reminded of the unspeakable horror Bob could potentially unleash.

Mithais cracked easily. He swallowed, trying to think of how to explain this in a public room. He glanced nervously at Raven. Did Bob just say she was also in mortal danger? Pffft. Oh well. Wasn't everybody?

Turning back to Bob, Mithias leaned in slightly, and spoke quietly, carefully, trying to avoid looking into those demanding red eyes. "I uh... Bob, Ozzy knows something." Mithias quickly followed up with more information to save his ass. He was anxious. "He doesn't know everything! Just that... there's a 'someone.' He doesn't know who the someone is yet, just that she exists. What I mean is... argh. But you see, it wasn't I that told him. It was you... although it was still my fault." Mithias ran a hand through his hair. The incompetence was still his own. He got more serious and continued. "Do you remember the fight with Alucard?" Of course Bob did. "Yeah, well I didn't realize it, but I was wearing a microphone earpiece at the time, and the damn thing was on, and somehow worked across dimensions. Ozzy was on the other end of it and heard a few things before it got destroyed." The vampire flopped his hand on the bar, laying out the point. "He says he's got copies and wants to barter with you. You know what he wants. ... I did all I could not to give him any more information." Mithias shook his head and looked away. "I can't go back in there Bob. She followed me in, even though I told her not to, and if I help her... It's too obvious. Ozzy only has to put two and two together." He stopped. He had probably said too much already. In desperation, he clasped his hands together in a praying-like fashion and leaned his elbows down on the bar toward Bob. "Just tell me what to do, Bob. Do you want me to go back? ... Do I have to kill Ozzy?"

@thewizardguy

"i do wish to hear more of this but i must remind you, i've been on a fucking mountain for a little over five centuries. i'm just going by what i was told way back then." the wire creature replies evenly, the bow finally reaching 100% draw strength, the energy being sucked into it stopping with a small "pop" shortly before it hefts the bow skyward, loosing the arrow as it zooms high into the sky, the highly entropied nature of this particular universe leaving nothing for the large packet of energy to hit, depriving those gathered of a nice fire-works display.