Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"I don't know, squirt," Vincent replied absentmindedly, grabbing a bottle of apple juice out from under the counter, pouring her a glass before handing it to her with a small sigh, "I've never seen it happen, why?"
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"Exactly, therefore I won't mess with the cat." Graeme looked over at Ellie with the book Mazus gave her. "So what kind of spells do you think are in there?" ((Just saying most of them are counter spells to negate dark magic and a spell that can literally manipulate dark magic into more favorable magic.))Cryobionic said:"Hey, Mrs. Cromwell is a gem!" Vincent laughed, ruffling up her hair a little, "Don't you go writing smack about her in front of me, kid." He shook his head with a grin and turned away from the young witch, ignoring the rest of her sentence in favor of pouring some more coffee into his cup. "I don't think the imp would take very kindly to you ripping out one of Bratwurst's claws, Graeme." He commented lightly, rubbing the kittens head.
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"Oye! Don't ignore us you wee kitten! We're talkin to ya!" Noticing the cat was looking for something Gnag walked up to the blood and smacked his skulled face on the ground sniffing the blood. "Ah, a fellow imp ehh? Well based on the splashes of blood I'd say," Looking at the top of the building he pointed while pushing the cat to get it's attention, "He's up there you blundering idiot. I could take you up there, but you're ignoring us!" Gnag slapped himself while speaking. "You ninny, we ain't gonna get much done if you're bludering around yelling at a tiger! It could eat us if we're not careful!" Looking up the building he started climbing and stopped low enough for the cat to leap onto his head, looking down at the cat he spoke again. "Well, if you expect to get to your blundering idiot of a master you better get on my skull!" "What the hell are you thinking Gnag! Letting that tiger ride on our head you might get eaten alive!" "Ignore that blundering idiot ya wee kitten, get up here before I change my mind!"Cryobionic said:The kitten slipped out around the odd creature, not deeming them worthy of her attention at the moment. She had more important things to do, and while she noticed that his creature also smelled quite a lot like sulfur, he was missing that distinct grapey scent that belonged to her creature. The kitten gave a distinct meow as she passed the creature, not bothering acknowledging them with more than a wave of her shapely tail.
Continuing out the door, her sensitive nose was immediately assaulted with the distinct smell of blood. She hissed and looked around, noticing at once the large, dried up pools of manbeast juice smeared into the asphalt, and on further inspection, she realized to her annoyance, that it belonged to her manbeast. The kitten let out a meow and looked around warily, because whoever had done this to her creature would get a face full of her sharp, deadly claws.
Gnag looked up at Oliver and yelled, "That's ma name yes, don't wear it out you blundering idiot!" Gnag hopped down picking up the cat and setting it on his head before climbing again. "This tiger here was lookin for ya till it scared me shitless!" "Shut up Gnag, don't you realize the ninny ain't gonna care as long we got his wee kitten?!" "Nevermind the damned tiger, the guy's a lunatic! Why the bloody hell is he on a roof in the first place?" "Who cares, all that matters is we're climbing anyway!" Hopping onto the roof he swung his head forward flinging the cat into Oliver's arms. "Now then, who the bloody hell are you, you blundering idiot?"Cryobionic said:Oliver peeked over the edge of the roof wide eyed. He had first heard what sounded like Bratwurst, and his heart had leapt with relief. So she was okay, after all! But then... he had felt the presence of another hell being, and the hairs on his neck had started to stand on end. Could it be one of his old masters, out here looking for him? The imp wasn't sure, so he had scooted up to the edge of the roof, and peeked his nose over just to make sure. Besides, Bratwurst was down there, and he would be damned if he let her get hurt because of his fe-
"Gnag?!"
"Ya still haven't answered my questin you idiot!" Gnag stared at Oliver for an odd amount of time. "Last time ehh? We'd have to say couple hundred years or so, who cares?!" "We care you blundering idiot, we gotta feed sooner or later!" "Nonsense, don't you remember that deal we made to get this damned skull?" Knocking on his head he cackled, "Thas right! We don't need to feed anymore thanks to this thing!" "Again, who the bloody hell are you?!" Gnag got in Oliver's face his skulled face barely touching the fellow imp's nose. "Honestly, are ye deaf or are you as much of an idiot as I think!?"Cryobionic said:"Y-you don't remember me?" Oliver asked, catching Bratwurst mid air, hugging the kitten to him. What the hell was the insane imp doing here? Last he had heard, the little beast was off in Italy, wreaking havoc among the pizza chefs, and the Order was contemplating eliminating him, only, he had slipped through the cracks. Oliver began petting Bratwursts head as she butted it against his palm, "We served the same master once, I'm the one who got us in trouble for overturning that sauce pan... no, of course you wouldn't remember..." The imp got an odd look on his face as he stood up and studied the tiny creature, raising an eyebrow, "Gnag... how long has it been since you last fed?" He asked wearily, taking a step away from him.
Gnag cackled, "Yer name is Oliver Ocuamal? Thas too hilarious. You're a blundering idiot with the name of a ninny!" Gnag lept toward the edge of the building and started scuttling down like a spider. "We'll get down the way we came up, we don't have these claws just for looks ya know" "Actually I thought they were pretty menacing Gnag" "Oh shut up you idiot! That's what the earrings are for!" "Also the Order can go fuck emselves for all we care! Their tracking hounds really are stupid pups, so easy to avoid them we don't need to run anymore, we wander wherever the hell we wanna go!"Cryobionic said:"Oliver Ocuamal," He replied, frowning a little and contemplating pushing the other imp off the roof, "What are you doing here? Do you know that the Order's looking for you?" He asked, reaching out his unoccupied hand, pushing the other imps skull clad face away from him. He had never been one to favor personal space to much, but the small creatures breath smelled kind of... rank. "And, how are you planning on getting down now? Huh?" He asked with a small giggle, tilting his head to the side.