Fantasy Demon Hunting: Welcome to the Rejects (CLOSED)

[Da Doofus]

He sighed in growing annoyance.
"Just get in the damn car before someone unpleasant gets wise to what's going on."
He glanced at the machete. "And keep it in your pants, Az wants to talk to you. Best to be agreeable about it."

"Can't wait much longer, Shuck." The driver said from inside.

"I know I know." Shuck barked, glancing around cautiously.
His growing alertness may be a bit of an unnerving shift in his mood.

 

[Jin137]

Axel sighs and gets into the car, sharpening her knives and Machette during the ride.

 

[Da Doofus]

(You busy or something? Your responses feel rushed.)

 

[Jin137]

(Nope it’s just 1:30am)

 

[Da Doofus]

(Oh damn. It's only 8:30 for me, sorry.)

 

[Jin137]

(It’s fine. We can keep going)

 

[Da Doofus]

(Nah nah, I'll take a break for now. So far though, how you like it?)

 

[Jin137]

(I quite like it. Especially a demon losing its appetite over some guts)

 

[Da Doofus]

(Oh Shuck definitely has some surprises for you, and if you are familiar with American folklore you'll get a kick out of who he really is)

 

[Jin137]

(I only really know British Folklore)

 

[Da Doofus]

(Ahhhh . . . Well when the name drops you can look it up I guess. Also, I should've mentioned this story kind of steps on religious toes kind of. :/
That a problem?)

 

[Jin137]

(Nah)

 

[Da Doofus]

(Phew)

 

[Jin137]

(I’m going to sleep. I’ll be back in about 8hours+

 

[Da Doofus]

(Gotcha)

 

[Jin137]

(I can’t sleep)

 

[Da Doofus]

Shuck stepped away when the car pulled off.
The drive took her down many off-road shortcuts and lesser known paths across town until she found herself in the delapitated sections of the city.
A 4 story building that looked overdue for demolition stood nearby. Shuck leaned on the door, still in his disguise.

 

[Jin137]

Axel yawns, “Where are we? Also in case you’re going to kidnap me, I remembered my way back.”

 

[Da Doofus]

Shuck sighed.
"We're where I need to be. And like I said, I'd ave killed ya over that cafe shitshow. Az wants to talk though." He stepped inside. "Pull that machete out one more time, you'll lose the hand. Don't test me." He said from inside.
The car drove away, loose dirt crackling beneath the tireds.
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Elsewhere . . .

A puff of cigar smoke spread over the staticky screen of camera footage spliced from a cafe near the docks.
The only copy that remained unedited at this point. The large man had his sunglasses snatched away and within seconds stood a barrel-chested half-demon.

The bearded man holding the cigar took one more puff before picking up the desk telephone, and dialed a very specific number.
After a few rings it answered.

"It's Sam." The bearded man with pale eyes began. "There's been a rather interesting sighting in Jacksonville."
A muffled voice from the other end inquired.
"Yes sir, it's Shuck. That means the other one isn't far away from him most likely."

 

[Jin137]

Axel growled at Shuck for trying to tell her what to do.
“You’re not my dad plus I like my machette so I will admire it whenever and wherever I like.”
After a few moments of silence, her phone rang and she answered.
“Hello.......no I am not........I swear if you make me........I will slice you up into pieces and feed you to a hell hound one day.........I hate you.........goodbye.”

 

[Da Doofus]

"Not here you won't." Shuck growled protectively, putting his pistol in a retractable slot in the door. "You'll behave here, and around Az, comprende?" He turned to glare at her as he removed a lever-action shotgun from his jacket and put it in the slot.
"Weapons in here. You'll get em back when you leave." He stood nearby with his arms crossed.

 

[Jin137]

Axel gave Shuck a blank look. “Why should I give up weapons that protect me from the unknown. Please, give me a reason too and maybe I’ll cooperate and maybe I just won’t have them out.”

 

[Da Doofus]

"Because like you, we don't like to take chances, and . . ." He sighed loudly. "I think Az is going to offer you a job."

 

[Jin137]

Axel grunted loudly. “Fine, I’m only giving up my knives and machette. The Holy Wayer stays with me and that’s final.”

 

[Da Doofus]

He shrugged. "Fine with me. Shit don't work on me anyways." He opened the door to a hallway.
"Let's go."
The two walked down the dimly lit building, and Shuck took off his glasses. His cloven toes clopped on the dusty floor.
"What you think you know about Heaven, Hell, humanity's involvement, this whole Good vs Evil thing . . ." He said as they approached the hallway's end to a set of armored doors.
"As of this moment," he grasped the handle. "That all means precisely . . . Dip." He opened the metal doors to unveil a warehouse riddled with activity.
Men and women were unloading crates of silver bricks, ammunition cases, weapons unlike any Axel had seen before.
Every one a human according to her senses.

Once they entered, every single person drew a pistol and aimed it at her.

Shuck raised his arms.
"She's accompanied me through the parted Red Sea." He rhymed, resulting in an orchestra of holstered pistols.
"Get used to that. Precaution Az enforces." He whispered as the activity continued.