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Mayfair Vol 2 #4: Sanction
Oh boy. Last minute I was nearly possessed by some thick, black spikes that nearly hurt my lungs. Now this. How long is this argument gonna be? Technically I’m the one with anger issues, not because I’m a dwarf, but I have them.
Sean: “You put a fucking tracker to me, Flor? What is that all about?”
Florence: “Keeping an eye out. I dragged Callan all the way from Sheffield to here. But he doesn’t know a damn thing.”
Callan: “My family’s fucking dead, alright, peace out. But if it wasn’t for your teammate Strymir, I’ve seen better Scandinavians who have a better oath to keep than your puny little shitholes.”
Luc: “Are you calling me out on my friend? Just because you’re rich, doesn’t give you that right, you wanker.”
Callan: “Well try me then, you cunt.”
Terry: “Hey guys, I…well, everyone, shut the fuck up. Shouldn’t we be going after some lost book? I really don’t need both teams arguing at the same time.
Edris: “I don’t get all this mess I signed up for right now. I just lost my teacher—our closest teammate and why the fuck are we still around the Louvre?
Luc: “…”
Sean: “She’s right. I just lost my friend to these fucking shenanigans. If I weren’t up for this job, I would still be prosecuting people for shit.”
Callan: “Would he be deemed guilty?”
Sean: “Can’t let my personal feelings get in the way considered my lady is in their hands…but fuck this, we’ll talk about the rest later, Florence. Now let’s go.”
***
Luc’s group teleportation ability worked like a charm. Didn’t mean it like a pun, but sure. Magnus disabled it right the amulets when he left. My head’s really fizzy from the the last “Serpent” fucker who tried to…take control. The experience was awful, or else I would have gutted him with the axe when I could move.
This is already the 50th painting of the Mona Lisa hung on the Louvre, the original is still somewhere. No time to clean up messes even if I’m a good builder from my genes. But a book is a book, this Malison…it feels like a series. I’ve been asked in the past to polish and make changes to keep the book from deteriorating, but now I kinda regret it—
Prez: “The skies are getting even darker. We’re reaching eclipse soon, very soon. I believe the Pont des Arts is going to be overtaken by demons any minute.”
Terry: “Any indication of whatever the hell these demons come from?”
Luc: “Theoretically, I don’t know. They seem mutated. Sean, can you confirm?”
Sean: “Guess so...the needles didn’t look very unnatural. Let’s split up.”
Edris: “We can’t, can we?”
Luc: “Not likely. We stick together right fucking now, ok?
Florence: “Also gimme a moment lads, lemme try finding out what the old man knows…him and Forge
Everyone: “Aight.”
While Florence is busy on comms, the others help load up her car with tons of weapons that I presume it can be used later since we did waste a lot of ammo. I’ve had a quick chat with her on blacksmiths and crafting, which she is fond of. Now we’re both on the law with a former officer, ironic. I bet it would even be terrible considering there is no organization we can reach right now. The one in Germany is slaughtered, Asia…fallen, America…same.
It isn’t long until the streets are rampant with fire again, by the sudden wave of demons who reach up from both sides as we are still prepping. I grab my rifle and start shooting at three coming at my 7, while my right hand grabs the axe and slices a crawler that nearly tried to latch onto my face.
Florence: “They think we’re here for the book! We have to go right now! These weapons are best saved later.”
Edris: “What do you have, a fairy killer?”
Florence: “No, it’d be too big for a doomsday device—I tailored the cannon. Like a fucking sea pirate.”
Prez: “Goddamn.”
With no time to waste besides on admiring on her crafting for a second, she grabs a rocket launcher from the trunk, as she casts a spell that translates to “rage” in Latin, and fires it directly into the ugly bunch, second wave. Luc helps with casting a mist so that we could escape to the roof. Sean climbs throws a couple of enchanted knives at a couple heads before it gets redirected back at him.
I shoot a couple more rounds along with my axe, since it does fit with the rifle. A great modpon.
Edris: “The dust ain’t gonna hold off longer…and neither will Terry, we’re gonna be drained by the end of the day…is it gonna start, Callan?”
Callan: “Yes I’m working on it…”
Prez: “Get it done, now!”
Callan: “Alright…here we go…the coordinates are good thanks to you Cap’n…boom!”
And with a quick flash, we all disappear along with the Aston Martin before the demons can even reach us, with my head only remembering dropping one of my grenades for the demon army.
Mayfair Vol 2 #4: Sanction
Oh boy. Last minute I was nearly possessed by some thick, black spikes that nearly hurt my lungs. Now this. How long is this argument gonna be? Technically I’m the one with anger issues, not because I’m a dwarf, but I have them.
Sean: “You put a fucking tracker to me, Flor? What is that all about?”
Florence: “Keeping an eye out. I dragged Callan all the way from Sheffield to here. But he doesn’t know a damn thing.”
Callan: “My family’s fucking dead, alright, peace out. But if it wasn’t for your teammate Strymir, I’ve seen better Scandinavians who have a better oath to keep than your puny little shitholes.”
Luc: “Are you calling me out on my friend? Just because you’re rich, doesn’t give you that right, you wanker.”
Callan: “Well try me then, you cunt.”
Terry: “Hey guys, I…well, everyone, shut the fuck up. Shouldn’t we be going after some lost book? I really don’t need both teams arguing at the same time.
Edris: “I don’t get all this mess I signed up for right now. I just lost my teacher—our closest teammate and why the fuck are we still around the Louvre?
Luc: “…”
Sean: “She’s right. I just lost my friend to these fucking shenanigans. If I weren’t up for this job, I would still be prosecuting people for shit.”
Callan: “Would he be deemed guilty?”
Sean: “Can’t let my personal feelings get in the way considered my lady is in their hands…but fuck this, we’ll talk about the rest later, Florence. Now let’s go.”
***
Luc’s group teleportation ability worked like a charm. Didn’t mean it like a pun, but sure. Magnus disabled it right the amulets when he left. My head’s really fizzy from the the last “Serpent” fucker who tried to…take control. The experience was awful, or else I would have gutted him with the axe when I could move.
This is already the 50th painting of the Mona Lisa hung on the Louvre, the original is still somewhere. No time to clean up messes even if I’m a good builder from my genes. But a book is a book, this Malison…it feels like a series. I’ve been asked in the past to polish and make changes to keep the book from deteriorating, but now I kinda regret it—
Prez: “The skies are getting even darker. We’re reaching eclipse soon, very soon. I believe the Pont des Arts is going to be overtaken by demons any minute.”
Terry: “Any indication of whatever the hell these demons come from?”
Luc: “Theoretically, I don’t know. They seem mutated. Sean, can you confirm?”
Sean: “Guess so...the needles didn’t look very unnatural. Let’s split up.”
Edris: “We can’t, can we?”
Luc: “Not likely. We stick together right fucking now, ok?
Florence: “Also gimme a moment lads, lemme try finding out what the old man knows…him and Forge
Everyone: “Aight.”
While Florence is busy on comms, the others help load up her car with tons of weapons that I presume it can be used later since we did waste a lot of ammo. I’ve had a quick chat with her on blacksmiths and crafting, which she is fond of. Now we’re both on the law with a former officer, ironic. I bet it would even be terrible considering there is no organization we can reach right now. The one in Germany is slaughtered, Asia…fallen, America…same.
It isn’t long until the streets are rampant with fire again, by the sudden wave of demons who reach up from both sides as we are still prepping. I grab my rifle and start shooting at three coming at my 7, while my right hand grabs the axe and slices a crawler that nearly tried to latch onto my face.
Florence: “They think we’re here for the book! We have to go right now! These weapons are best saved later.”
Edris: “What do you have, a fairy killer?”
Florence: “No, it’d be too big for a doomsday device—I tailored the cannon. Like a fucking sea pirate.”
Prez: “Goddamn.”
With no time to waste besides on admiring on her crafting for a second, she grabs a rocket launcher from the trunk, as she casts a spell that translates to “rage” in Latin, and fires it directly into the ugly bunch, second wave. Luc helps with casting a mist so that we could escape to the roof. Sean climbs throws a couple of enchanted knives at a couple heads before it gets redirected back at him.
I shoot a couple more rounds along with my axe, since it does fit with the rifle. A great modpon.
Edris: “The dust ain’t gonna hold off longer…and neither will Terry, we’re gonna be drained by the end of the day…is it gonna start, Callan?”
Callan: “Yes I’m working on it…”
Prez: “Get it done, now!”
Callan: “Alright…here we go…the coordinates are good thanks to you Cap’n…boom!”
And with a quick flash, we all disappear along with the Aston Martin before the demons can even reach us, with my head only remembering dropping one of my grenades for the demon army.