"That was Valkyrie, and I never said grease monkeys were below anyone." she said, wrapping her arms around one of his once he caught up to her. "I'm just saying, if you think that bike was amazing, wait until you see what Victor has cooking in his lab."
They came to the lab, which was a huge, yet cluttered room filled with tech and machinery. At the center was a huge, three dimensional hologram table that served as a 3D monitor to an apparant supercomputer. At it sat Victor, a heavily muscled man with a bioflex prosthetic right eye and choppy blonde hair parted and brushed to one side. As Lya and Jareth entered, he threw a basketball sized piece of machinery at the wall hard enough to obliterate it on impact. He shouted a curse and started piecing together a new one.
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Coodaudu tilted his head and scoffed. "Sharing a body is not like the visual entertainment of Earth portrays it. We are symbiotic. I said that already. Do try to pay attention, human." he replied, annoyed. Tsitua cautioned him in demonic before he regained his manner and continued. "When he acts, we both act, we are as one person with like minds. However, if he became complete, I would be cast out and left to find another, as I have done many times since the creation of your dimension. I would find another."
Amune's next question seemed to intrigue the demon. He knew of Amune's opinion of angels and demons and things from which the human race had based most of its religion. "You mean why they call us the Vassal of Death?" he asked rhetorically. He let out a skull-shaking laugh, "And what could the likes of you possibly gain from this knowledge, non-believer? Can your feeble, opinionated mind even accept the truth? You are not ready!" he laughed again, but it was an angry laugh, an insulted laugh. Coodaudu had obviously heard Amune's statement about her views, and was offended by the fact that she refused to believe that what was right in front of her even exsisted. At least, that was how he saw it.
Tsitua drew the demon back in. It took alot of effort, but he retracted the demon and relaxed his posture, "Apologies, he's still butt-hurt over you saying that angels and demons and God weren't a thing. To answer your question, they say we serve death because that is precisely what we do. Vatchious, the Angel of Death, is our... I guess, Commanding Officer is the best comparison."
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Orion was hardly even a blur at the speed he moved to get within intimate distance of Cera, only to grab a fistful of her shirt and slam her against a building. The act cracked some bricks, but it was little more than a firm plant against a wall to a vampire. "What the hell are you doing, going out like that with Wolf on the loose in the city?" he asked in a hushed, yet intense tone, "Do you realize how dangerous that was? Your scent was on me when they attacked. If they had come across you out there they might have-- nevermind." He set her down, calmed by the fact that she was evidently okay. He breathed a sigh and hugged her quickly. He didn't have many friends, and of those few, he wanted them all to stay alive. "Listen, we need to talk, but here isn't the place. take me to your residence." he suggested.
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Cain looked over the bodies, his NI recording everything he did and saw. This was the MO of a demon, not a ghoul. There was no evidence of biting or chewing, and no parts were missing. They were still alive too. They had been mutilated with such finesse that they were still alive. If Cain had possessed the sense for it, he might have appreciated the art of it. However, he knew how his leader would react to him leaving humans in such a state. He killed them all with sharp blades to each person's cerebral cortex. There was no pain to the ending of their lives b his hand. There was no need for them to suffer any more than they had. He continued on his mission, the image of the girl from before a splinter in his thoughts. @shylarah
They came to the lab, which was a huge, yet cluttered room filled with tech and machinery. At the center was a huge, three dimensional hologram table that served as a 3D monitor to an apparant supercomputer. At it sat Victor, a heavily muscled man with a bioflex prosthetic right eye and choppy blonde hair parted and brushed to one side. As Lya and Jareth entered, he threw a basketball sized piece of machinery at the wall hard enough to obliterate it on impact. He shouted a curse and started piecing together a new one.
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Coodaudu tilted his head and scoffed. "Sharing a body is not like the visual entertainment of Earth portrays it. We are symbiotic. I said that already. Do try to pay attention, human." he replied, annoyed. Tsitua cautioned him in demonic before he regained his manner and continued. "When he acts, we both act, we are as one person with like minds. However, if he became complete, I would be cast out and left to find another, as I have done many times since the creation of your dimension. I would find another."
Amune's next question seemed to intrigue the demon. He knew of Amune's opinion of angels and demons and things from which the human race had based most of its religion. "You mean why they call us the Vassal of Death?" he asked rhetorically. He let out a skull-shaking laugh, "And what could the likes of you possibly gain from this knowledge, non-believer? Can your feeble, opinionated mind even accept the truth? You are not ready!" he laughed again, but it was an angry laugh, an insulted laugh. Coodaudu had obviously heard Amune's statement about her views, and was offended by the fact that she refused to believe that what was right in front of her even exsisted. At least, that was how he saw it.
Tsitua drew the demon back in. It took alot of effort, but he retracted the demon and relaxed his posture, "Apologies, he's still butt-hurt over you saying that angels and demons and God weren't a thing. To answer your question, they say we serve death because that is precisely what we do. Vatchious, the Angel of Death, is our... I guess, Commanding Officer is the best comparison."
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Orion was hardly even a blur at the speed he moved to get within intimate distance of Cera, only to grab a fistful of her shirt and slam her against a building. The act cracked some bricks, but it was little more than a firm plant against a wall to a vampire. "What the hell are you doing, going out like that with Wolf on the loose in the city?" he asked in a hushed, yet intense tone, "Do you realize how dangerous that was? Your scent was on me when they attacked. If they had come across you out there they might have-- nevermind." He set her down, calmed by the fact that she was evidently okay. He breathed a sigh and hugged her quickly. He didn't have many friends, and of those few, he wanted them all to stay alive. "Listen, we need to talk, but here isn't the place. take me to your residence." he suggested.
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Cain looked over the bodies, his NI recording everything he did and saw. This was the MO of a demon, not a ghoul. There was no evidence of biting or chewing, and no parts were missing. They were still alive too. They had been mutilated with such finesse that they were still alive. If Cain had possessed the sense for it, he might have appreciated the art of it. However, he knew how his leader would react to him leaving humans in such a state. He killed them all with sharp blades to each person's cerebral cortex. There was no pain to the ending of their lives b his hand. There was no need for them to suffer any more than they had. He continued on his mission, the image of the girl from before a splinter in his thoughts. @shylarah