Bob's Tavern.

(OOC: Obviously. I should not join this rp. goodbye.))

((or you could read through or skim through more of it to get a better idea of what's going on))

One of these days I really need to find the time and read through this most epic of threads...

Lizardbeth wrote:One of these days I really need to find the time and read through this most epic of threads...

(Yeah I think maybe we should try and wrap this up so Liz doesn't have to go back and forth.)

Excuse me for minute guys I need to stretch my legs. That horse ride put them to sleep.

*Dante steps outside of the room.*

So what do you think of those guys in the rafters?

Let's find out.

*Dante hops on the rafters in the other room. He fiddles with the cherub and can barely listen in on the conversation between the cloaked figures.*

(Oh don't wrap it up for my sake. Please keep going! The more Epic-ness, the better.)

(Well, it is my most humble opinion that this thread/rp has just about died anyways. Wrapping it up is a good suggestion.)

If anyone would like, I could start a new one with better organization. Sort of a continuation to the story.

*Dante can hear three voices discussing the visitors quietly. Seraphine and Grey's names pop up frequently. After a few moments, Dante feels the tip of a blade touch the base of his skull*
Mysterious Voice (whispering): You know eavesdropping is rude, don't you? And don't try anything, I'm faster.

(okay, revive?)

Seraphine's ears pricked up, then she looked around.
"There's something weird here..." she said.

(*comes back in the door covered in sand.* Damn beach...OH RIGHT the RP!!)

*Dante's ears perk feeling the blade at the base of his skull.*

Yeah and it's even ruder to point weapons at people with out them knowing.

*Dante grabs the blade with his hands and tussles with the cloaked indivdual. They fall off the rafters and land on the floor with a loud thud. The figure's cloak malfunctions. Dante gets up and points his pistol at the person.*

DON'T MOVE!!

Pandora moves out of the way as the figure falls to the floor from above.

"Sh*t NOW WHAT?!" she said.

Seraphine looked at the figure and her innocent demeanor melted away. She began to look as she did when she sucked the soul of the mage in the castle. She hissed loudly as her fangs grew longer and her eyes grew dark.

Pandora saw the change come over the succubus. "Aw crap...AW CRAP...uh, SD, um, we've got a problem..."

*The air hissed as magickal defenses activated. A Pentacle manifested at Seraphine's feet, before encasing her in an energy cage, which resists every attempt she tries to break out. The Minister walks over to her, and speaks in a calm, fatherly tone*
"Seraphine, control yourself. If you don't get control of your base nature, the Guardians will be forced to kill you. They are experienced at this, and their weaponary is optimized to destroy demons, devils and other supernatural creatures. No one is at risk, or in danger if you just calm down. Now, are you going to behave?"
*He turns and looks at Dante*
"And lower your weapon too, son. You're not helping."

(you can't make out the figure's species, though you can tell it's female with a long tail)

"I make it a point not to ignore people who threaten me. And you can tell your friends up high to come down and quit being shy."

Damn....must have slashed my hands on that blade..I can barely hold this pistol with both hands.

*The cherub beeps and registers blood loss, not life threatening but enough to make a person a bit light headed. Two slashes on both hands, and one large one across his chest. Dante touches his chest and sees the blood.*

Oh hell...

*Dante staggers backwards a bit.*

Hmmm looks like you might need some help...

No go away...

Too bad.

*A red aura surrounds Dante.*

*A pentacle forms at Dante's feet, encasing him in a similar energy cage, trapping him the same way as Seraphine*
"This church is protected from demonic and devilish threats, and WILL destroy those it deems a threat to the occupants and itself. So get control of yourself or it WILL purge the threats. Meaning both you and Seraphine."
*The Minister turns back to Seraphine*
"Now lass, control yourself. You are in no danger, we have never harmed you. The Guardians have never harmed you. You know you are safe here. Now calm down."

Seraphine runs her tongue along her fangs, and speaks in words that were difficult to understand, a language of demons.

"ESssssss oooorrrduuu scciiiionaaaeee...." she said, an evil grin across her face.

Pandora raised an eyebrow at the Minister.

"Dude? I don't think she knows who you are right now...she seems to have some memory issues...I don't think that's going to work."

Pandora looked around the room. One could cut the tension with a chainsaw. Fire was starting to form in the field around Seraphine, and her feet had become hooves again.

"I don't think that-" she only got halfway through her sentence before Seraphine fairly fell into the flames that had formed beneath her, leaving an empty shere.

"Ah...um, she's not here anymore, but something tells me she'll be back, and that she probably went back to where ever it was she came from in the first place."

Well that's a bit unfair. I don't know that trick.

Maybe then you can lighten up?

*The aura around Dante fades as well as the church's shielding around him.*

I hate it when he does that.

*Dante falls down on his rear and sits there.*