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Post by Soprano on May 4, 2011 18:07:01 GMT -6
Dago followed Marian to the warehouse, trying not to think too hard about the place. There were a lot of memories attached to everything, but one in particular was what he was dwelling on. At least they weren’t even close to that location; he could mentally remove himself and simply be physically useful. Zed followed behind the both of them nervously. He didn’t have much choice now that they were here. He had an ominous feeling being here, like a ghost was going to jump at them or something similarly scary. Even the rubble moving around was making his heart stop every time he didn’t know where it came from. Thankfully he didn’t make any embarrassing noises.
Dago paused at the top of the stairs. He swore he heard something at the bottom, but it was faint. Zed nearly ran into Dago when he stopped.
“…I think there’s something down there, something alive,” Dago called after Marian, before continuing to follow him down the stairs.
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Post by lillium on May 4, 2011 20:03:32 GMT -6
Marian had a sinking feeling in his gut that got stronger every time he heard some suspicious noise, but he tried to ignore it. He wasn't some baby who was afraid of going into a dark and creepy basement from ruins. Definitely not. He wasn't afraid of whatever might be down there. He was Marian Havas II, the head of the Order of Eradicto Pravus. He couldn't be afraid of some stupid demons. He'd been through Hell and back, twice.
The sinking feeling definitely wasn't fear.
Marian stopped immediately and gulped involuntarily when Dago said he thought there was something down there. "Shit shit shit," Marian muttered under his breath. "Do either of you have a light?" He searched around his pockets, not believing he'd been stupid enough to not bring a flashlight.
He tried to control his breathing and not panic. He was fine. Perfectly fine, and he could handle whatever was down there easily. He was the most powerful mage ever, more powerful than Dimitri could have dreamed of being.
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Post by Soprano on May 4, 2011 20:35:37 GMT -6
Dago shrugged, no thinking about how useless that was in the dark. He could see marginally better than Marian or Zed, so a light wasn’t necessary. He couldn’t immediately see where the thing was, but he had a general idea. It was toward the back of the warehouse. Zed stumbled forward, happy to finally have a use.
“I can take care of it!” he said, holding out a palm full of fire.
The warehouse lit up with the dim light Zed held out. It looked very much untouched since the last time someone had been down here, which had been Dago. The piano was obviously gone and there were a few of the menacing statues overturned and broken on the floor, after a second glance. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the sound of metal hitting the floor, loudly. Zed made a strange sound and suddenly his fire went out.
“Sorry,” he said in a hushed whisper before he lit the fire in his hand again.
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Post by lillium on May 4, 2011 20:44:13 GMT -6
Marian gulped again and concentrated on his breathing when the noises happened as Zed lit up the room. He wasn't afraid, not at all. Whoever this was, he could take them. He was Marian Havas II, not some cowardly pansy like Zed and besides if he was afraid Lucifer would bring this moment up for hundreds of years, just like that damn incident with Baphomet.
Marian took a deep breath and began slowly walking down the stairs, his hand tightly gripping the rail next to him just in case. He tried to get his eyes to adjust to the dark and scanned the room. Zed's fire helped a little bit, admittedly.
Marian didn't like running around blindly, but that seemed to be the only option for now. He had to find out what this thing was. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a pride demon. The last time he'd run into a pride demon hadn't ended well.
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Post by Soprano on May 4, 2011 23:22:54 GMT -6
Once at the bottom of the stairs, the warehouse was better lit. The sudden light caused some scrabbling noises on the far end of the large room. Dago didn’t have to listen for him anymore; he could smell the demon now. Now that he wasn’t listening for demons, he could hear two very loudly pounding hearts. He didn’t think much of it, though.
“Far back corner, under a wooden box,” muttered Dago, trying to keep his voice from carrying, “Want me to go get it?”
Zed’s fire was wavering a little bit out of anticipation and nerves. He managed to keep it steady enough to see, but it was beginning to make the shadows on the walls seem more and more ominous.
There was the sound of creaking wood and some more scrabbling, “It’s moving,” muttered Dago again.
It likely realized that it had company was coming to ‘greet’ its guests.
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Post by lillium on May 4, 2011 23:27:45 GMT -6
Marian frowned as Dago said that the demon was moving. He could feel metal warming up against his chest. Well, then, that could only mean one thing. He looked over at where Dago said the demon was. "I'll handle it," he muttered back. He didn't want Dago to get injured just because he didn't feel like fighting some demon.
Marian focused his magic into that corner and caused an explosion inside the boxes. He wasn't sure which box had been the one with the demon inside of it, but hopefully he'd gotten close enough that the demon would be seriously injured or killed.
He cringed as Zed's fire began wavering. He wasn't afraid- of course not- but the fact that the fire was wavering and the shadows were dancing about was creepy. Really creepy. He continued the deep breaths. Be zen, he reminded himself. This wasn't a scary place, and he wasn't scared at all.
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Post by Soprano on May 4, 2011 23:37:10 GMT -6
Toward the explosion from the boxes, there was a horrible scream and then some heavy panting. Zed almost completely dropped his fire when he heard the explosion. It was really weird seeing his magic used by someone else, wait, it wasn’t his magic anymore. He had to remember that.
Dago narrowed his eyes; he smelled blood but could still hear a fourth heartbeat, “It’s still alive,” he warned, “It’s not moving anymore, though.”
The beast was making a labored effort to get back on its feet, but it wasn’t having much luck. Marian had blown one of his legs completely off, making standing on only one pretty difficult. It didn’t seem to understand it though. Just the pain and the idea it had to keep going.
Dago couldn’t hear or smell any more demons, but if one demon got in here, it was possible there could eventually be more. He hoped the rest of this trip was uneventful.
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Post by lillium on May 4, 2011 23:44:09 GMT -6
Marian glanced over at Dago. "Is it in the same place?" he asked before peering over at the corner. Well, it was a mess, but Marian wasn't surprised. Explosions tended to do that, after all, and he'd been using these explosions long enough that he knew that they tended to make messes.
The 'party trick,' as Lucifer had called it. Hah. Party trick. It'd managed to injure one of the Lord of Pride's creepy as fuck children, so it wasn't totally useless.
Marian really didn't like the thought of some unknown demon creeping around the Library, though. It was kind of creeping him out, although he certainly wouldn't have admitted that. The worst part was not knowing what type of demon it was, not knowing whether or not he could kill it with his magic. And if he couldn't kill it with his magic. . Well, then he had to rely on other methods, and those were far more risky.
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Post by Soprano on May 4, 2011 23:52:50 GMT -6
“It’s about two hundred feet to the right now,” he said, unknowingly confirming that Marian had been successful in hurting it with his magic.
The demon was quickly realizing that he wasn’t getting anywhere on his legs, so he carefully dragged himself toward the trio. There wasn’t much noise to signal this, but Dago caught it.
“It’s moving, slowly. I think it’s hurt,” he supplied, “It’s heading toward the left corner again.”
There was also a metal scraping noise along with the dragging of a body. Dago didn’t think much of it; it must have something with it. All of a sudden, the demon dropped the metal object and its heart stopped beating. A silver and onyx circular pendant rolled toward them before falling on it’s side like a coin.
“That’s weird,” he said, frowning, “It just died; I can’t hear it’s heart anymore.”
He wasn’t aware of any demon that did that out of self-defense. That was strange as hell.
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Post by lillium on May 5, 2011 16:45:26 GMT -6
Marian's frown deepened when he heard the sound of scratching metal. Oh dear. Seriously, what the hell was going on? He couldn't see this thing and he didn't like it, didn't like it at all. It felt like he didn't have his glasses on and needed Dago to tell him where everything was. Well, at least he had Dago, and wasn't just relying on Zed. Yeah, Marian never wanted to have to have just Zed as backup. That sounded like a recipe for disaster.
At least if he had Simon, a mage without extremely useful magic, they'd be able to get the fuck out of wherever they were quickly.
Marian ran his fingers through his hair when Dago said the thing was dead. He didn't believe it. That sounded too sketchy. He noticed the pendant roll towards them and he did what his instinct told him to do: Blow it up. He didn't want it to suddenly attack them; that didn't sound very fun.
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