Fantasy Hunter's Moon: The Sin & Sentence [IC] [CLOSED]

[Infab]

Tariun nodded. "I will not speak a word of it to the others." she replied. Soon, she seemed to look aside as if something drew her attention. "I need to tend to something now, Loque. Please, don't fret. I know you can deal with Irin." A moment later, her spectral form vanished, the smoke disolving into nothingness. Leaving Loque alone in the storage closet.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

"...Fuck." was all Loque could really say at this point. If there's any sort of positive in this though, it's that at least Karlel won't be a problem, just Irin. That's about it however, and despite Tariun's reassurance, she still feels horribly anxious for what is to come. For now, there's only two ways she can prepare. With a smoke, and a very, very heavy drink. With her coat draped across her shoulder, helmet in hand, and a cigarette in her mouth, she walks all the way back to the cabin car, and to the bar of the dining area where she fetches herself a glass of the strongest drink they got.

 

[Infab]

After tending to Anya's request for a smoke and informing her of the group's lunch that was soon to be prepared, Wesix made his way back to the dining area of the car. He'd need to begin preparations so that Cat could work her magic at the stove. She was a far more talented cook compared to him, and he was far better with people really.

As he walked through the dining area, he paused as he noticed Loque sitting at the bar area off to the side of the room. She wasn't wearing her helmet, strangely enough, and looked anxious. Never one to stand idly by and let someone wallow in their emotions, he quickly walked over. "Is everything alright, ma'am?" he asked, walking around behind the mahogany bar so that he stood before her.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

"Is everything alright, ma'am?"

A few glasses of hard liquor had been downed by Loque already as she clumsily turned to face him, her hair still obscuring her hideous features. 'No, everything is not alright!' she wanted to yell at him, but instead being rather intoxicated makes her give out a confused grunt.

 

[Doomevil]

Senya pushed herself off the wall, heading back to the dining room to see who else was there at the moment. Word of mouth mentioned lunch was being prepared so soon, with the group probably anticipating their reward after Sheol. The Warden caught Loque sitting at the bar section, alone, well besides the male demon standing behind the counter. Senya tilted her head, walking forward so she can get a good look at the demon. Based on the arguments and fighting, Senya could tell she looked gloomy. She decided to sit next to her, taking off her helmet and coif to greet her face-to-face. Senya's eyes turned to the demon with curiosity, wondering if there's anything she could do to cheer her up.

"Hello Loque. I suppose this isn't the greatest time to talk?" Senya asked her, raising an eyebrow.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Upon seeing Senya sit at her side, Loque halfheartedly glances at her. "Hiiiii..." she slurs out as she downs another glass of booze.

"Hello Loque. I suppose this isn't the greatest time to talk?"

"Oh, oh it is fine... With you-" *HIC* "-I can talk to. You wouldn't shiiittt on me like the others would..."

 

[Doomevil]

By the time Loque responded Senya looked worried for a good second her ally was drowning her sorrows out through glasses. Nothing wrong with boozing once in a while, but there must be a reason she’s acting this way. Senya shook her head when Loque asked if she came to put her down.

“No, I guess not. No reason why I should. But I take it, you’re not getting along with the others.” Senya said, placing her gauntlets against the counter. She then raised a hand towards the Incubus, “Whiskey please.” She said before turning to Loque.

 

[Infab]

Wesix nodded. "A classic." he said softly, fetching their top shelf whiskey promptly. He fished a glass out of a cabinet nearby, rinsing it out in a sink at the end of the bar and wiping it clean with a white towel. He unscrewed the top on the bottle with a simple flick of his hand, the square top spinning about and popping off. Then, he poured it into the glass. No ice, just pure, quality whiskey. He then set the glass before her.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

“No, I guess not. No reason why I should. But I take it, you’re not getting along with the others.”

A small burst of derisive laughter comes from Loque. Even if she was sober she probably would've responded to that statement an insult.

"Is it not obvious!?... Y-you're the only friend I have here..." Another glass is downed. "...Maybe Vincent? Maybe...I hope so."

 

[Doomevil]

Senya raised the glass to the Incubus after delivering, winking. She heard Loque respond, taking a sip of her whiskey. It was no surprise hearing that from her. Hudson is eager to kill her should she end up on the wrong side, Inari attempted to pick a fight with her, and now Anya. But she noticed Loque was always so keen on biting back. This caused a lot of infighting no doubt and is expected to continue.

“It doesn’t have to be that way. At least, for some people.” Senya looked down at her whiskey glass, moving it in a circular motion to watch the alcohol swirl. She drank down, coming up with her follow up. The Warden sat the glass down, burping.

“We got a long way to go. One group, One purpose. To get that Inquisitor no matter what. It’s in our best interest to at least try to complete that goal together.” She expressed her opinion, scratching her neck.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

“We got a long way to go. One group, One purpose. To get that Inquisitor no matter what. It’s in our best interest to at least try to complete that goal together.”

Again, Loque laughs, though this time it's out of bitterness.

"...Really? Stop lying to me... That ffffuck Hudson's best... interest... is to fucking kill me. Inari's interest is to just fucking kill anyone. But-" *HIC* "-you know what, Se-seny... friend? I'm going to enjoy watching this place rip these imbéciles to shreds..."

 

[Doomevil]

Senya sighed as the Loque refused to cooperate with the rest, preferring to watch them die.

“You’d be proving their point, Loque. Sometimes people have already made up their minds who to despise the moment they lay eyes on them. There’s no changing that, but, it doesn’t mean you can’t make the best of a worst situation. I can’t force you to play nice with the others, but I would be grateful if you see this mission to the end.” Senya explained calmly, turning to Loque’s drunken state.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

“I can’t force you to play nice with the others, but I would be grateful if you see this mission to the end.”

Yet another drink is downed, making Loque even more intoxicated. Perhaps someone ought to take the alcohol away from her before she drinks herself into a coma.

“You don’t think I w-... *HIC* w-want to?... I triiiied being nice first, d-damn you! We... we won’t make it. Not like this. I... have come to terrrrms with that. But... at least, I’ll die smiling... knowing this place chewed them up like it did me.”

 

[Doomevil]

"Regardless, I'll protect you and the others. We defeated the Priest. Now we just need to head over to Azgon's territory and go from there." Senya assured to Loque, drinking her whiskey oblivious to Loque's reckless drinking.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

"Regardless, I'll protect you and the others. We defeated the Priest. Now we just need to head over to Azgon's territory and go from there."

With all the drinking Loque's done, she's finding it incredibly hard to sit up straight and has resigned to simply lay her head on the counter with her hands underneath. "Azgon, huh?... Oh ho ho! Hudson beware!... I heard he- *HIC* I heard he uses guns!"

 

[Infab]

Wesix soon spoke up, when he heard Azgon's name come up. "Indeed, some of his men use firearms. If I recall, they've taken a liking to rifle caliber lever actions." he said, sitting back against the counter behind him. "Still, most of his guns are far to the south. Deployed to kill Ethraeil and his subordinates."

 

[Doomevil]

"Sounds dangerous... I like it." Senya gave a sly smirk. Senya was always up for a challenge, she was getting paid after all.

 

[Dmaster]

Hudson shuffled out of his room after making sure things were in order. He made sure to look for any sigils or any catalysts for hexes or demonic magic, not trusting that their gracious hosts would leave well enough alone. If he could traverse the entirety of the Abyss by horseback he would if it meant not sleeping on this mechanized demonic monstrosity.

Regardless he had finished the last of the rations he had been carrying, and felt it necessary to stock up on more. The hunter's arrival was heralded by the jangling of his chains, as he would not be walking about the train unprepared. Venturing into the dining area, he could see an unmasked Loque talking to Senya while that other demon was nearby.

"You." he interrupted as he walked up to them. "Tell me where I can get some more Atracan rations." Hudson ordered Wesix.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

"Tell me where I can get some more Atracan rations."

Loque gently raises her head every slightly from the counter just to get closer to Wesix to whisper something to him.

"That's- *HIC* that's a funny way to say... pig slop. Am I right!?"

 

[joshuadim]

"Indeed." Venextos spoke up to Senya, having joined the conversation at the bar after listening in for a bit unassumingly. "Although, whatever Tariun has planned for us to do in Azgon's territory will most likely be directly beneficial to the Lich King in his efforts. He would be a mighty ally to have fight alongside us."

Venextos spared a short glance to Hudson's own entrance, who was demanding rations rather than quality food, before turning his attention back to Senya.

 

[Infab]

Wesix chuckled at Loque's comment, before turning his attention to Hudson. "There are canned emergency provisions in a storage unit in the back of the kitchen. I can take you to it, unless you'd rather not have a demon leading you anywhere. Especially myself, considering how you've spoken to me at every encounter." he stated, before smiling. "You really need to learn that not all of us demons are evil."

He glanced to Venextos as he stepped up. "The Lich King, as you refer to him, is fighting an uphill battle. Though its more of an up a cliffside battle at this point."

 

[Doomevil]

“While I agree this Lich King could be a mighty ally, a man known as the Lich King doesn’t strike me as a person who’s friendly. Even if we do have common interests.” Senya said with skepticism to the Grand Magus. She then turned to Hudson before finishing her whiskey glass.

Wesix gave his own two coppers, allowing Senya to ask a question, “Is there an reason why this Lich King started a war with Taranoch?” She asked.

 

[Dmaster]

Hudson narrows his eyes at Loque's whispering, just to look over Wesix as he was pointed in the right direction. About to move there, he took a single step as the incubus began to criticize him.

"You're talking to a demon hunter. The second one of your kind convinces some poor sod that they're not evil, they've already won." he explained. "You can make friends with these fools, but you won't get the chance with me." After that he was on the move yet again, navigating himself toward the kitchen. With Atracan rations they were sealed and had a factory number and date on them, meaning that the risk of tampering was the lowest he could get here.

 

[joshuadim]

Venextos turned to Wesix and smiled. "Even the mightiest cliffs can be weathered down and surpassed with the right will."

He then returned his attention to Senya to speak: "Sazak, and by extension Taranoch, are both directly and indirectly responsible for his suffering and has long sought his vengeance against them. He lost his family and liege to Taranoch's machinations during the Age of Darkness, and then he lost his freedom to Sazak for some time. He was originally with the Witlock Inquiry on Grimtham Isle... Jakob could fill you in on the details on what happened there exactly, but afterwards I directed him to bring his power and will, along with his strongest servants to the Abyss to fight this war."

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Jakob walked into the bar, towel around his neck, he looked refreshed after a good shower. He wanted to have a soft drink before going to his cabin to clean his guns. But he just overheard Venextos talk about Ethraeil. "Yup..." He said while looking down at Senya and Venny. "I know what happened in Grimtham. They all fought the Duke, apparently in the moment they all thought that Valeria was the only one capable of doing so, they planned to kill her right after to prevent Sazak from taking over... but they sadly failed and Sazak got what he wanted... and then he cursed almost every single one of us afterwards." He sighed before looking over at Wes. "Hey demon kid, give me a beer please."