Maya shook her head. "Look, Black. I can't stop you from doing that. But I wouldn't unless you've gotta do it."
Selena: (shaking her head and ruffling her wings) No. Not wrong, but not right either. Kinda like describing up or down as going inside out. While in some cases it could be right, it isn't in many.
Blackout nodded. "I hope it doesn't come to that. But I don't want to leave any options off the table."
"He prolly won't be any harder than any other super mook we've taken on before anyway, right?" Maya gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Selena: I don't know. It was familiar, but different somehow. I'd like to know more, but anything I play, (Strums a single note, and a breeze ripples out from the guitar through the warehouse, as the QSLA glows faintly.), that would let me find more, would do damage.
Nightshade chuckled. "He's Az's psycho rage monster brother, with the soul and power set of a dark god, and an army of likely millions of demons. So... yeah, not actually the toughest thing I've ever been up against."
"We should have brought Skydust," Azrael realized. "I'm willing to bet he could have undone their brainwashing."
Nightshade raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think they're brainwashed? Your brother is the strongest thing to hit Tartarus since... well, you. And it's a safe bet that he's a lot stronger than you were back then. Demons follow power. It's in their nature."
Selena: (not finding any armour that suits her, even after digging through three different crates and storage containers)
"And you don't think there would be a power grab? He's only been down there a couple years. Power doesn't shift that quickly between ageless creatures naturally."
Nightshade nodded. "You're probably right. But he's strong. He's angry. And he's motivated. We know he has at least some followers. Mid-level demons don't come topside without orders. We have to prepare for the possibility that everything down there is already his." She looked at Az. "I mean, he's had two and a half years. How long would it have taken you?"
Selena: (getting frustrated and stamps her hoof) Darn it....too bad I lost that Stellar Chestpiece that I got for my, *Indistinct* birthday. That could really help as armour.
A box marked 'Lost and Found' suddenly fell from the shelf above Selena's head and landed in front of her. And you can bet dollars to donuts that the armor she wants is in there, because this whole bloody warehouse is less a part of the story than it is a transitional area to allow the characters to easily gear up and continue the actual story. ******************************************************************** Nightshade nodded. "He's had two and a half. Even if he's only turned five percent... how many demons are in Tartarus?" It was a serious question. She knew there were at least several million, but she'd heard estimates that put the number in the billions. Most were weak, and many were usually not aggressive, but they would still be dangerous in hordes if they decided to attack.
Selena: (digs through the box before pulling out a metallic disc, and putting onto her chest, pushes it gently to have it disassemble and rebuild into armor around her.) This'll work.
"That depends. Are we including dead and half-breeds, or are we only counting the pure-bred natives?" "Over eight billion," Asmo answered, "and only about 5% are mixed in with other stuff."
Nightshade nodded grimly. "We have to assume the worst, Az. He has the soul of a god and a potential army of billions. That's why we have to stop him now." ********************************************************************** "Hope, put that down please." Blackheart trotted over and removed his ancient Ponician vase from his granddaughter's grip. The filly had appeared rather suddenly, without explanation, just outside his office. It seemed that Blackout and Cricket were in rather desperate need of a foalsitter. ************************************************************************ It was somewhere around this point in time that Silver walked into Maya's, followed by about three dozen Dracaryns.
Dusty looked up from Moondust, who was building a scale model of Luna out of Legos. Bemused, and after a brief silence, he spoke. "The rumors are true. You're really alive. Who are your friends?" ~~~~~~~~ Asmo let out an annoyed groan, growing extremely impatient. "Hey. When you say now, do you mean now, or after seventy hours of talking?" Azrael gave a small nod. "Asmodeus is right. We should wrap this up and go kill Belial before he gets even stronger."
