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Post by Soprano on Oct 9, 2010 19:00:07 GMT -6
Just as Camille would pull back a little, the plant noticed the change in balance and suddenly tugged a lot harder. It was hoping to pull her off balance.
Sergio kept chopping the hell out of those vines, but more just came in their place. They began to wrap all the way around Camille’s ankle and up her leg. Sergio swore again, trying to remember what this hell this demon was. Wait, wasn’t there a demon that changed shape depending on what country you were from? Wouldn’t it be an eagle then? Maybe Camille wasn’t from the States.
“Fuck, Camille, where were ya born?” he said, sounding urgent, “Don’t ask why, jus’ tell me!”
It would seem like a completely random question that was really unrelated to the problem at hand, but if Camille was from somewhere that had a flower as a symbol, then he just had to approach it so it would be an eagle and fly instead of pull Camille.
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Post by lillium on Oct 9, 2010 19:23:59 GMT -6
Camille cringed as she fought her not very epic battle against the plant. It was pulling back as she was pulling back, and that was not good. Worse yet, when Sergio was chopping up the vines they were growing back! Camille did not want to be the food of a venus flytrap or some creepy flower ax variant thereof.
Camille looked up at Sergio. "I'm from France," she said. "Couldn't you tell by the accent?" It was true, she did have a slight French accent. She had been too stubborn as a child to give it up completely, much to the ire and chagrin of her teachers. It was her accent, dammit, and like hell she was going to give it up just so that some stupid English teacher could be happy.
She pulled away from the plant as hard as she could. She had to win this tug-of-war game! Unfortunately, the plant pulled back harder and Camille lost her balance and fell.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 9, 2010 20:06:53 GMT -6
“Aw, hell if I pay attention!” he cried.
What in the hell was the symbol of France? Sergio didn’t have time to think about it; once Camille fell, the plant started dragging her much, much faster. Sergio panicked a little, stopping the fool-hearty chopping of the vines. The vines were suddenly aware that she had been knocked over and was dragging her must quicker. It still wasn’t fast, but she was heading toward the axe must faster. Sergio wondered in passing if he approached it the plant would turn into a horrible plant/eagle hybrid.
He didn’t have too much time to wonder, so he approached the thing and it suddenly began to sprout wings and the vines shrunk and finally let go of Camille, moving toward the quickly changing demon. It suddenly began to sprout feathers and a beak. It didn’t look so plantish anymore; it was definitely a bald eagle with wild red eyes.
“Fuck! Shoot it! Shoot it!” Sergio yelled at Camille.
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Post by lillium on Oct 9, 2010 21:15:07 GMT -6
Of course Sergio wouldn't pay attention, Camille thought, annoyed. She wondered, of course, why he would ask her that. It didn't really make sense. Why would it matter what country she was from? Anyway, it was rather obvious, as evidenced by her slight accent. She wasn't from Canada or anything, anyway. Certainly no Quebecois, even if they did have cool ways of swearing.
The vines were dragging her closer and closer and she felt herself get more and more nervous, worried that Sergio wouldn't be able to help her and then suddenly they. . They disappeared. Camille blinked, and saw an eagle. Sergio was yelling at her to shoot it. Camille wondered how that had happened, but she quickly stood up and on her feet, grabbed her assault rifle, and began shooting at the eagle. Moving targets were always fun, although Camille hadn't really ever liked hunting very much. Not really her thing.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 9, 2010 22:04:18 GMT -6
The red-eyed eagle was shot several times in the wings and body. Since Camille was far enough away, it stayed an eagle. It suddenly stopped flying and plummeted to the ground with a thud. Sergio looked at it and walked over to it; cutting off its head to make sure it was dead. He ran back over to Camille with a grin on his face.
“Aw hell, that was kinda scary, right?” he said, “You alright, now?”
He didn’t take her for being a wuss, but ankle bruises hurt like fuck, especially so small. Those damn vines were pulling really damn hard on her legs, so he could get it if she was a little hurt.
“How’s it feel ta kill ya first demon?” he asked with a wide grin on his face.
He couldn’t even remember what his was like, but he could feel excited for Camille.
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Post by lillium on Oct 9, 2010 22:38:14 GMT -6
Camille nodded. Her ankles hurt, but not enough to make her grimace, and they were probably just bruised. "Yeah, I'm fine. What the hell was that thing? And how the hell am I supposed to win against it in the future?" After all, that was what mattered, being able to beat that thing when someone else wasn't around to turn it into something that could easily be shot.
Camille grinned back at him. "Not my first," she reminded. Her first formal demon killing, sure, but not the first time she'd ever killed a demon. After all, she had gunned down that Hellmouth right in front of him. Seal dog things were creepy as shit. "But it felt good." Camille slung the assault rifle back over her shoulders and looked around the plain. "Was that what we were looking for?" she asked, aware that she was asking a lot of questions. Still, though.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 9, 2010 22:57:59 GMT -6
“Y’might want ta carry ‘round a knife,” he suggested, very unaware of the stiletto she kept.
He noted that she looked and acted better than he thought she might. Good, she was tough.
“I think it was a pride demon,” he said, “Typically called a… fuck, what is it? A hell’s eagle or somthin’.”
He grinned at her, forgetting about the damn Hellmouth. If she handled all demons like she did that Hellmouth, she’d be in good shape. He shrugged at the mention of the damn demon.
“Hell if you’ll let me forget, righ’?” he said with a laugh, “An’ no, it wasn’t. I fink we’re looking for a fucking hell’s wolf, that motherfucker was a surprise.”
He was glad she wasn’t squeamish about killing things. It would prove a hindrance in the future, but she seemed fine. He didn’t think for a second she would be anything less than a badass, she did, after all, carry around a fucking assault rifle.
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Post by lillium on Oct 9, 2010 23:13:48 GMT -6
Camille nodded. She'd have to replace that thing. Maybe get her hands on a WWI issue stiletto knife? Those could slice and dice, at least. They weren't real stilettos as real stilettos were only for stabbing, but they would certainly be much more useful. Plus, they looked really cool, too! So, Camille decided, she would have to upgrade soon and very soon.
A pride demon, huh? Camille remembered that she really had to finish that book. She was halfway through. She decided that she'd have it done by tomorrow. After all, that was when she would probably see Dante next, anyway, at least if today went as she hoped. She really didn't want to see him today. Hell eagles, she remembered, were pride demons. That was a good thing to remember.
"A hell wolf, huh? So we should still be quiet, huh?" Camille asked, her voice much quieter now. The fact that the hell eagle had snuck up on her was annoying, but ah well. She knew how to deal with it now.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 9, 2010 23:30:26 GMT -6
“Yeah, eagle’ll turn inta whatever country’s symbol you’re from,” he explained, although unsolicited.
He figured the more she knew about demons in the field, the better. She had to keep on her toes if she wanted to stay alive. A lot of Seidhrfolk died really early on, too. He suddenly fell silent as she said they should shut up. He looked around, hearing nothing. He was suddenly disappointed, that would have been great fucking timing if it showed up now.
“Nah, I’m n’sure Conall’s right ‘bout the damn thing,” he said.
All of a sudden there was a rustle in the tall grass next to Sergio. He didn’t seem to notice because he was talking. It sounded like an animal, but that was the point. There was a low growl emitting from the grass. Sergio halted, he could hear it now.
“Aw shit,” he dove away from the patch of grass and rolled until he was on his knees.
A large, too large wolf’s paw swiped out of the grass just as he rolled away.
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 0:01:02 GMT -6
"I see," Camille said, trying to figure it out. Well, France did have a fleur de lis, and although the plant thing hadn't been a lily, it had been a plant. . Well, she didn't think that that Hell Eagle had been very bright. Lilies were not purple. Oh well. Maybe she'd be lucky and the rest of the Hell Zoo would be not that bright as well? Camille wasn't counting on it, though.
"Speak of the devil," Camille muttered. She jumped away when the paw swiped at where Sergio used to be and she grabbed her assault rifle again and began shooting at where the demon seemed to be. She made sure that she was far enough away that it was actually useful and also not be immediately attackable by the Hell Wolf.
Well, maybe she'd be able to add three to her kill count today. That sounded very good, yes it did.
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