by Rooiehaan #2 » Wed Dec 28, 2011 1:10 am
Demons- Demar, lydia, Aerulas, Daskerus, Cabadath, Garian, Crimson and Claire.
Elzagriel grinned, and shifted her weight. "You demons really ARE nosy, arent you? Well, i guess its only natural when someone first arrives here. For me, its been ages when i... Oh, i'm sorry. Uh, right." The captain ends muttering, before remembering her duties. "When one of you gets raped and captured, you'll be turned into one of the many lackies the Angels have. Should you undergo this dreadful fate, then i am afraid there is no way back. You are no longer demon, but second-grade Angel and forever doomed to be one. Even dying wont save you, for you will only spawn back at the Angels' stronghold. Neither can you be raped again, for once you have been turned you cannot go back. Then, the last but most horrible thing is; once you've been converted you cannot grow stronger. Like myself, i have been turned when i was... well, fairly strong i guess. Since then, however, i cannot grow stronger no matter how many Nectar i consume. Quite a pity"
You notice the captain drift off for a second in sad thought, before her gaze snaps back again.
"Little pride demon, what was exactly your question? What if you... what? What if you get captured you mean? Well, pride or no pride, Angels will treat all lackeys like trash; so getting captured will be even harder to deal with for you then any other type of demon, i suppose" She said, shrugging. "If that was your question anyways"
"Oh boy, you really are an enthusiastic lot, arent you?" She sighed. "To be quite honest, i don't think i can keep this up; babysitting all of you at once. Tell you what; i'll take you to the upper lane where angel presence is minimal, and we'll set up a base there among the ruins. I'll keep that base safe and keep supplies running, while you guys go about your business in groups of three or four. That way i don't have to babysit you too much, and you can just do whatever you are meant to be doing." She nodded, and clapped her hands. "Right, seems like a mighty fine idea! Alright you lot, follow me!" She said, turning around. She walked off to the end of the long hallway, and once more expected all of you to blindly follow her. "Don't fall behind now, because i'm not going to look for you!" She laughed, looking back over her shoulder.
Meanwhile Crimson managed to summon some of his armor, but only a small part of it. He managed to summon an trojan-like helmet seeming to be made out of molten rocks, as well a pair of plate greaves seeming to be made of the same material.
Cabadath follows his lead and summons a part of his armor as well, and manages to summon his comfy black pants as well as multiple belts and his red gloves internally fitted with rather pointy iron nails.
Breathe easy, the doctors are about to arrive.
