Ortus Streets
"Don't worry. The place I have in mind is a safe haven. From what I heard, the place is a neutral zone. No fighting conflict allowed. That goes for humans AND demons." Lance spoke as he continued to lead Waelin down several turns through the streets and even down another alleyway or two. For a moment it seemed like he was just leading her around in circles as they were on a wild goose chase or something. Eventually however, the two did reach their destination. Across the street from their current location was a quaint building of what appeared to be some kind of bar. Seeing it Lance turned to Waelin and spoke. "Finally, there it is... let's get out of this rain." With that being said, Lance quickly began making his way across the street. Or at least as fast as he could with his limp. It also didn't help that when he stepped off the sidewalk and onto the street, Lance's own foot slipped out from under his feet the moment he stepped in a puddle, causing him to trip and fall face first onto the wet pavement, letting out a audible groan of pain as he did so.
"Ow... okay... the pain's back..."
The Demon Slayers Club (IC)
01/23/2020, 04:20 AM #42
Ortus Streets
The building itself didn't look to be pristine. Waelin thought it looked halfway to being a dive-bar just by the old brick construction. A sign above read 'The Boundless' in neon, a soft teal illuminating the otherwise mostly darkened street.
They were about to follow them in when the man fell to the street unceremoniously, narrowing their eyes for a moment as they collided with the soaking wet street.
"Not a race." Waelin spoke as they helped pull them off the ground. "Even if that thing's around here, which I think it would've attacked by now anyways."
The building itself didn't look to be pristine. Waelin thought it looked halfway to being a dive-bar just by the old brick construction. A sign above read 'The Boundless' in neon, a soft teal illuminating the otherwise mostly darkened street.
They were about to follow them in when the man fell to the street unceremoniously, narrowing their eyes for a moment as they collided with the soaking wet street.
"Not a race." Waelin spoke as they helped pull them off the ground. "Even if that thing's around here, which I think it would've attacked by now anyways."
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
01/23/2020, 09:17 PM #43
Ortus Streets
"Yeah yeah, whatever..." Lance grumbled as he came back to a stand thanks to Waelin's assistance. His whole body was beginning to feel quite sore as the two crossed the street.
Crossing the street and approaching the building was an interesting experience. Simply getting closer to The Boundless made Lance feel a bit more relaxed. Whether it was the thought that they were finally somewhere safe, or if it was something else entirely? Was not entirely clear, but the look on Lance's face was that of relief as they drew closer to the building. Only stopping right in front of the door where he looked at Waelin.
"Well, Ladies first..." He said, gesturing for her to take the lead inside.
"Yeah yeah, whatever..." Lance grumbled as he came back to a stand thanks to Waelin's assistance. His whole body was beginning to feel quite sore as the two crossed the street.
Crossing the street and approaching the building was an interesting experience. Simply getting closer to The Boundless made Lance feel a bit more relaxed. Whether it was the thought that they were finally somewhere safe, or if it was something else entirely? Was not entirely clear, but the look on Lance's face was that of relief as they drew closer to the building. Only stopping right in front of the door where he looked at Waelin.
"Well, Ladies first..." He said, gesturing for her to take the lead inside.
01/24/2020, 01:24 AM #44
The Boundless
Waelin gave a slight eye-roll at their comment, swinging open the door, a bell atop it's inside ringing as they did so, holding open the door for their newfound ally.
The interior of the bar was mostly empty, as it often was during these kinds of hours. The bartender lied behind their counter, cleaning their glasses as an old movie played on the small TV that hung from the ceiling, and a patron or two sat in one of the booths, seemingly speaking to one another, but their words could not be heard.
The bartender did not turn, but cleared their throat.
"Please do not track blood into my establishment if you can. Use the front mat to wipe it off. I do not want to see bloodstains on the wood floor." they replied in a cool, calm voice. Waelin rose an eyebrow but did as they said, wiping off the barely intact shoes they had on said mat.
Waelin gave a slight eye-roll at their comment, swinging open the door, a bell atop it's inside ringing as they did so, holding open the door for their newfound ally.
The interior of the bar was mostly empty, as it often was during these kinds of hours. The bartender lied behind their counter, cleaning their glasses as an old movie played on the small TV that hung from the ceiling, and a patron or two sat in one of the booths, seemingly speaking to one another, but their words could not be heard.
The bartender did not turn, but cleared their throat.
"Please do not track blood into my establishment if you can. Use the front mat to wipe it off. I do not want to see bloodstains on the wood floor." they replied in a cool, calm voice. Waelin rose an eyebrow but did as they said, wiping off the barely intact shoes they had on said mat.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
01/25/2020, 01:18 AM #45
The Boundless
Lance looked at the Bartender, then down to his clothes. He had some holes in them from some of his nearly healed flesh wounds, and his clothes were still soaked. However they weren't covered in too much blood thankfully, for the blood was washed by the heavy rain outside. Though he did still wipe his boots on the mat after Waelin did before stepping further into the bar, taking a seat in one of the empty booths.
Letting out a sigh as he sat down, side still hurting, but it didn't feel as severe as it was earlier.
Lance looked at the Bartender, then down to his clothes. He had some holes in them from some of his nearly healed flesh wounds, and his clothes were still soaked. However they weren't covered in too much blood thankfully, for the blood was washed by the heavy rain outside. Though he did still wipe his boots on the mat after Waelin did before stepping further into the bar, taking a seat in one of the empty booths.
Letting out a sigh as he sat down, side still hurting, but it didn't feel as severe as it was earlier.
01/25/2020, 01:33 AM #46
The Boundless
After they sat down by one of the tables, the bartender finally turned around, setting down the glass as their eyes landed on the wounded slayer.
"Ah, yes, you. Been a time." they spoke, words formal and curt before they caught sight of the second, sitting down opposite Lance. An eyebrow rose, their voice growing colder, more inquisitive. "And what precisely have you just dragged into my establishment, if you wouldn't mind me asking?"
Waelin didn't know precisely what to think of this bartender, especially with their curious attire, but from their view, their presence seemed to envelop the entire room, like a star illuminating a system. They stayed quiet. They didn't know at all what they were dealing with. They would let the experienced lead.
After they sat down by one of the tables, the bartender finally turned around, setting down the glass as their eyes landed on the wounded slayer.
"Ah, yes, you. Been a time." they spoke, words formal and curt before they caught sight of the second, sitting down opposite Lance. An eyebrow rose, their voice growing colder, more inquisitive. "And what precisely have you just dragged into my establishment, if you wouldn't mind me asking?"
Waelin didn't know precisely what to think of this bartender, especially with their curious attire, but from their view, their presence seemed to envelop the entire room, like a star illuminating a system. They stayed quiet. They didn't know at all what they were dealing with. They would let the experienced lead.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
01/25/2020, 08:13 PM #47
The Boundless
"That's actually what I'm hoping to figure out myself." Lance replied, not even seemingly batting an eye at the bartender as he turned his focus to Waelin. Now that they were at a safe place to relax finally, Lance began formulating all sorts of questions in his head, but first he'd might as well explain a bit first.
"I came across her earlier being chased by some Granglers. Two of them to be specific. I didn't even notice her appearance until after her horn got lodged into my shoulder." He said as he looked at the Bartender. "I'd say she would be a demon herself. However she ended up summoning a Figment during our little encounter, and last I remember... Demons are unable to use Figments. So to be frank, I have no idea what she is."
"That's actually what I'm hoping to figure out myself." Lance replied, not even seemingly batting an eye at the bartender as he turned his focus to Waelin. Now that they were at a safe place to relax finally, Lance began formulating all sorts of questions in his head, but first he'd might as well explain a bit first.
"I came across her earlier being chased by some Granglers. Two of them to be specific. I didn't even notice her appearance until after her horn got lodged into my shoulder." He said as he looked at the Bartender. "I'd say she would be a demon herself. However she ended up summoning a Figment during our little encounter, and last I remember... Demons are unable to use Figments. So to be frank, I have no idea what she is."
01/25/2020, 09:20 PM #48
The Boundless
"I would ask for you to explain, however, considering you're new, I may as well introduce myself and my establishment, since you look like a lost puppy." The bartender started, leaning on the counter with both hands.
"I am Enraku, and this is the Boundless. I'll hope they filled you in slightly, but to put it short, I serve everyone, as long as they possess the funds and do not threaten violence upon one another. Everybody comes here at some point. Demons, Hunters, and other assorted oddities and people. Now, I do not ask for much, but you do spark my curiosity. So, who are you, young lady?"
Waelin breathed in, relaxing themselves a bit before speaking. "My name is Waelin Brooke. I moved here about a month ago. A week ago, I was kidnapped by what I can only assume is a cult."
"Let me throw a few things out there to see if it rings any bells. Blue robes? Eyes or symbols of eyes everywhere, plenty of torture and screams of anguish?"
Waelin hesistated for a moment before nodding.
"Ah. That would be the Veiled Eye. Unsure of who precisely they serve, but their kind is spread throughout the city like parasites. But from what I know, they usually just torture, not... this."
"They were turning people into all sorts of things. Some turned into insects. Others, masses of writhing limbs. For me, they turned me into this, but I escaped before they finished. They did it slowly, over several sessions with countless watching, prisoners or not."
"Turning humans into demons." Enraku's voice was tinged with irritation. "I can't say i'm surprised, but i'm also quite disappointed. Tell me, do you remember who oversaw this, aside from the unwilling prisoners?"
"Well, there was usually two who were always there. And other assistants to... execute the failed subjects. One was this tall, red-skinned thing. 6 arms, two normal, two on the shoulders, and another two from the waist."
"Ricthos." Enraku filled in. "One of the cult's leaders."
"The other was the one who actually did the operating. Floating hands and head. Pink hair, black dress. Feminine, I think."
Enraku's eyes widened before narrowing quickly. "Berith." they nearly hissed. "Horrid little thing. Always serves another, so they were likely ordered to do this."
"I would ask for you to explain, however, considering you're new, I may as well introduce myself and my establishment, since you look like a lost puppy." The bartender started, leaning on the counter with both hands.
"I am Enraku, and this is the Boundless. I'll hope they filled you in slightly, but to put it short, I serve everyone, as long as they possess the funds and do not threaten violence upon one another. Everybody comes here at some point. Demons, Hunters, and other assorted oddities and people. Now, I do not ask for much, but you do spark my curiosity. So, who are you, young lady?"
Waelin breathed in, relaxing themselves a bit before speaking. "My name is Waelin Brooke. I moved here about a month ago. A week ago, I was kidnapped by what I can only assume is a cult."
"Let me throw a few things out there to see if it rings any bells. Blue robes? Eyes or symbols of eyes everywhere, plenty of torture and screams of anguish?"
Waelin hesistated for a moment before nodding.
"Ah. That would be the Veiled Eye. Unsure of who precisely they serve, but their kind is spread throughout the city like parasites. But from what I know, they usually just torture, not... this."
"They were turning people into all sorts of things. Some turned into insects. Others, masses of writhing limbs. For me, they turned me into this, but I escaped before they finished. They did it slowly, over several sessions with countless watching, prisoners or not."
"Turning humans into demons." Enraku's voice was tinged with irritation. "I can't say i'm surprised, but i'm also quite disappointed. Tell me, do you remember who oversaw this, aside from the unwilling prisoners?"
"Well, there was usually two who were always there. And other assistants to... execute the failed subjects. One was this tall, red-skinned thing. 6 arms, two normal, two on the shoulders, and another two from the waist."
"Ricthos." Enraku filled in. "One of the cult's leaders."
"The other was the one who actually did the operating. Floating hands and head. Pink hair, black dress. Feminine, I think."
Enraku's eyes widened before narrowing quickly. "Berith." they nearly hissed. "Horrid little thing. Always serves another, so they were likely ordered to do this."
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
01/25/2020, 09:28 PM #49
The Boundless
Lance remained quiet as he listened in on the conversation between the two, taking in every detail he could as Waelin explained her story and Enraku elaborated a bit. This made Lance give an audible sigh of irritation as the thought of the Veiled Eye cult turning normal people into... monsters got to him.
"I don't know a whole lot about the Veiled Eye myself. Never had any serious run-ins with them at all, but if they're turning people into demonic beings, then that makes things a whole lot more annoying." Lance said as he leaned his head back. "Though I guess that would explain why those Granglers were after you as well. Probably trying to take you back to their hideout or just flat out kill you." He continued, turning to Waelin as if asking if his assumption was true.
Lance remained quiet as he listened in on the conversation between the two, taking in every detail he could as Waelin explained her story and Enraku elaborated a bit. This made Lance give an audible sigh of irritation as the thought of the Veiled Eye cult turning normal people into... monsters got to him.
"I don't know a whole lot about the Veiled Eye myself. Never had any serious run-ins with them at all, but if they're turning people into demonic beings, then that makes things a whole lot more annoying." Lance said as he leaned his head back. "Though I guess that would explain why those Granglers were after you as well. Probably trying to take you back to their hideout or just flat out kill you." He continued, turning to Waelin as if asking if his assumption was true.
01/25/2020, 09:41 PM #50
The Boundless
"They were the wardens of the jail. Dozens of them, phasing through the walls, watching us in our cells. The storm cut the power to the building, unlocked the cells. When I went to escape, most of them were preoccupied with the other inmates. Those two came after me." Waelin elaborated.
"It would seem luck was on your side this day." Enraku commented. "I thank you for the information. Considering the fact you likely lack funds, i'll consider that your payment for anything tonight. Drinks, light food, We have a guest-room or two open upstairs."
"They were the wardens of the jail. Dozens of them, phasing through the walls, watching us in our cells. The storm cut the power to the building, unlocked the cells. When I went to escape, most of them were preoccupied with the other inmates. Those two came after me." Waelin elaborated.
"It would seem luck was on your side this day." Enraku commented. "I thank you for the information. Considering the fact you likely lack funds, i'll consider that your payment for anything tonight. Drinks, light food, We have a guest-room or two open upstairs."
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.