Cal points to the bounty board. 'Been a bunch of San line punks showed up on the Leo, been a flood or something so they all crawled out here. Could do with them dead, I'd join you for that'
"How much's the bounty?"
'50 EDens a head, so not bad'
"Bet. I'm in." Fives cracks their iron knuckles.
'Nice one. Good thing I've been upgrading Felix with the latest heat sensors. We should have those freaks dead pretty quick'. The drone by Cal's side chirps happily, making little 'pew pew' noises at the thought of a hunting trip
"Sweet. Let's get going."
Cal heads off into the darkness of the subway tunnel, gun in hand.
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A huge, hulking man walks into the station, dressed in soft clothes and a grey canvas duster. He carries a book bag the size of a duffel bag and holds three roasted rats on skewers in one hand. He hums to himself, a deep, melodic tune in the voice of an opera bass. His face is expressionless, and he wears opaque sunglasses framed by his messy silver hair.
As he passes through a shadow, something can be seen... a lumbering wendigo of living darkness, glutted on vices too terrible to speak of.
A huge, hulking man walks into the station, dressed in soft clothes and a grey canvas duster. He carries a book bag the size of a duffel bag and holds three roasted rats on skewers in one hand. He hums to himself, a deep, melodic tune in the voice of an opera bass. His face is expressionless, and he wears opaque sunglasses framed by his messy silver hair.
As he passes through a shadow, something can be seen... a lumbering wendigo of living darkness, glutted on vices too terrible to speak of.
Cal heads off into the darkness of the subway tunnel, gun in hand.
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*It's time to bring in another demon of Gourmet Hell*
*One that can convert the flesh of other creatures into pseduo-syn within his body in order to gain abilities based on their creature type*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'You dangerous then?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Surely not everyone? Ya didn't set off a bomb, or snitch to the cops or something, did ya?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'What ya mean, magic? Like, that weird stuff that the guys in the tower do?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*sry, forget I said anything*
'Like, you're some kind of occult scientist?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Magic tricks? Demonology? Not gonna turn me into a toad are ya?' Link jokes
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Woah. How ya do that?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A huge, hulking man walks into the station, dressed in soft clothes and a grey canvas duster. He carries a book bag the size of a duffel bag and holds three roasted rats on skewers in one hand. He hums to himself, a deep, melodic tune in the voice of an opera bass. His face is expressionless, and he wears opaque sunglasses framed by his messy silver hair.
As he passes through a shadow, something can be seen... a lumbering wendigo of living darkness, glutted on vices too terrible to speak of.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I would like that, yes please*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'That stuff, you can just do it? I thought only the priests could do crazy stuff like that'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'That's sick! No wonder them up there are after you'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.