>A Imp. - The natural lower working class of Hell. They got kicked down a notch after sinners took a step above Imps in the social ladder. Doesn’t detract from the reason why your kind is so sprawling in the workforce, your hearty, naturally hard to put down despite your size. And are as stubborn as the underworld itself. (Dexterity++)

>A Hellhound. - The lowest ranking species in Hell. But one of the strongest physically. It is nearly impossible for a hound to make a living outside of working under others. Despite this it is a well known secret that the hounds hold up the very foundation of Hell itself with all the roles they fill. For better or worse. (Strength++)

>A incubus. - Being a demon of lust is a hustle unlike most. Endless sexual youth tends to make your kind very popular with pretty much everyone. You’d find it a hard task to not find a silver tongued ‘cubus. It’s also why so many are celebrities, as such, most know to say what people wanna hear. Your no different. (Charisma.++)

>A Avian. - A race usually associated with royalty, though not always. However what is common for the feathered fowls is their affinity for magic. One that is far above most in hell. As such they are often highly sought after. (Intellect++)

Secondly, Violence is inevitable in this inferno. Any Hellborn, worth their salt has something that has helped them survive this long. Tell me what was your living before your life made this opportunistic turn?

>>5575085
>Back-ally Doctor - Healthy and insane. From mainly trial and error you have learned the basic of demon anatomy. With tools ill befitting a mortal man of medicine you can heal on a strict budget. Morphine? No, get drunk on this cheap whisky. To heal one’s self and others is a most useful skill. (Can heal wounds made, and on a budget. Proficiency with blades and needles.

>Bouncer - Tough And tall. Intimidation made profession. With an above average height and strength for your race you find it easy to push back the drunk, aggressive party goers of Hell. Brawls were common in this type of job but thanks to your size and muscles most are ended in a single crushing blow to the offending drunkards cranium. Win with your mere presence. (Tall, and Strong. Can lift large weapons, and others with ease, Your a Bigger target however.)

>Jester - Acrobatic and debatably funny. Intense acrobatic demanded a limber form, and endless rehearsals. Literally running through hoops. Dodging knives and the occasional bullet from a gutsy audience member. A life of constant danger has lead you to having lighting fast reflexes. You won’t touch this clown.
(Fast, Can dodge most projectiles, occasionally you tell a decent joke.)

>Hitman - Effective and brutal. Your living depends of making sure others don’t. You weren’t exactly a top ranking Assassin or anything. But you made enough to survive, there’s always someone who wants someone else dead. Your arsenal is quite small, but it does the job, and that’s better than most. (Gun Aptitude, Start off with a selection of basic guns.)

>Lowlife - Destructive and Primal. Who needs a real job when working with your gang nets you enough to pay rent? Raised by the streets, your gang is your flesh and blood. Mugging bystanders, killing rivals, looting stores. You name it you’ve done it.
(Blunt Weapon proficiency, Street Smarts, High defense.)

>>5575085
>>A incubus. - Being a demon of lust is a hustle unlike most. Endless sexual youth tends to make your kind very popular with pretty much everyone. You’d find it a hard task to not find a silver tongued ‘cubus. It’s also why so many are celebrities, as such, most know to say what people wanna hear. Your no different. (Charisma.++)
>Back-ally Doctor - Healthy and insane. From mainly trial and error you have learned the basic of demon anatomy. With tools ill befitting a mortal man of medicine you can heal on a strict budget. Morphine? No, get drunk on this cheap whisky. To heal one’s self and others is a most useful skill. (Can heal wounds made, and on a budget. Proficiency with blades and needles.
someone that'll round up the cast

>>5575085
>A Hellhound.
>>5575087
>>Bouncer

>>5575085
>>5575087
>A incubus. - Being a demon of lust is a hustle unlike most. Endless sexual youth tends to make your kind very popular with pretty much everyone. You’d find it a hard task to not find a silver tongued ‘cubus. It’s also why so many are celebrities, as such, most know to say what people wanna hear. Your no different. (Charisma.++)
>Back-ally Doctor - Healthy and insane. From mainly trial and error you have learned the basic of demon anatomy. With tools ill befitting a mortal man of medicine you can heal on a strict budget. Morphine? No, get drunk on this cheap whisky. To heal one’s self and others is a most useful skill. (Can heal wounds made, and on a budget. Proficiency with blades and needles.

Though I'd be cool with an Avian Lowlife too, really anything sounds cool.

>>5575085
>>5575087
>A Avian. - A race usually associated with royalty, though not always. However what is common for the feathered fowls is their affinity for magic. One that is far above most in hell. As such they are often highly sought after. (Intellect++)
>Back-ally Doctor - Healthy and insane. From mainly trial and error you have learned the basic of demon anatomy. With tools ill befitting a mortal man of medicine you can heal on a strict budget. Morphine? No, get drunk on this cheap whisky. To heal one’s self and others is a most useful skill. (Can heal wounds made, and on a budget. Proficiency with blades and needles.

>>5575081

>A Avian. - A race usually associated with royalty, though not always. However what is common for the feathered fowls is their affinity for magic. One that is far above most in hell. As such they are often highly sought after. (Intellect++)

>Back-ally Doctor - Healthy and insane. From mainly trial and error you have learned the basic of demon anatomy. With tools ill befitting a mortal man of medicine you can heal on a strict budget. Morphine? No, get drunk on this cheap whisky. To heal one’s self and others is a most useful skill. (Can heal wounds made, and on a budget. Proficiency with blades and needles.


I really like the idea of fallen royalty. Most people don't learn shit in hell. Being someone who learned magic and knew shit falling down the social ladder (and hitting their head on every rung) seems like it would be good fun.

That and would explain why they/would want know enough to do medicine. Simply because the information was available.

>>5575085
>A Avian
>Back-ally Doctor
Happy to see you back, QM.

>>5575113
>Support
Glad to see you back seraph. But I'll miss John aenon

>>5575085
>>A Avian
>>5575087
>>Back-ally Doctor

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>avian doctor
I found a picture of our protagonist, guys

>>5575085
>A Avian. - A race usually associated with royalty, though not always. However what is common for the feathered fowls is their affinity for magic. One that is far above most in hell. As such they are often highly sought after. (Intellect++)
>Back-ally Doctor - Healthy and insane. From mainly trial and error you have learned the basic of demon anatomy. With tools ill befitting a mortal man of medicine you can heal on a strict budget. Morphine? No, get drunk on this cheap whisky. To heal one’s self and others is a most useful skill. (Can heal wounds made, and on a budget. Proficiency with blades and needles.
And that's how I lost my medical license

>>5575085
>>5575087
>A Avian. - A race usually associated with royalty, though not always. However what is common for the feathered fowls is their affinity for magic. One that is far above most in hell. As such they are often highly sought after. (Intellect++)
>Back-ally Doctor - Healthy and insane. From mainly trial and error you have learned the basic of demon anatomy. With tools ill befitting a mortal man of medicine you can heal on a strict budget. Morphine? No, get drunk on this cheap whisky. To heal one’s self and others is a most useful skill. (Can heal wounds made, and on a budget. Proficiency with blades and needles.

Fully prepared to go full Medic if you fellas are

>>5575375
namevote:
>Archimedes

>>5575616
We will find a way to surgically add eight extra souls to us

>>5575651
>"Ah, Herr Moxxie! I see you are injured, please, allow me to operate on you!"
>"Thanks, you know, you've always been my nicest coworker :)"
>Steal his fucking soul/essence/being

EZ

>>5575693
I dont think Imp have souls. They die even from normal weapons in hell, aka get erased from reality.

>>5575700
I don't think the denizens of hell know what happens when they die again

>>5575707
neither would natural hellborn, I'd guess

>>5575618
I support this

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>>5575772
I second this. However, I would prefer bearded vulture to turkey vulture, for reasons I hope are obvious. Pic related. Just because we're a demon doesn't mean we have to be ugly as sin; the blood-red sclera and feathers are pretty cool. As is the bone-eating.

An alarm from your phone blares it’s siren wail, shattering the bliss of unconsciousness. With a dull slap, you silence your nemesis who forced the trauma of getting up upon you.
You attempt to turn over in bed, only for your bed’s scotch taped legs to sudden give out under the force of basic movement. With a thud, your mattress falls to the ground carrying its avian cargo.

Relenting to the forces of the unfair universe you heed its call. The sound of bullet fire and screams echo through out the paper thin walls of your humble hovel of an apartment. Getting up with a grunt, you begin your mundane morning ritual.
You look out the window with a bitter tasting cup O’ Joe. Newspaper tucked under your feathered arm.

Swirling in the sky, the giant pentagram shines though your cracked window with malice. Various demons, walk the streets, like a sea of red. An explosion suddenly halts the crowd as a well thrown explosive took out a chunk of the daily commuters. The bloodied face of an imp smacks against your window causing yet another crack to form. It slides down it slowly leaving a blood trial as gravity took hold.

"Fuckin, Sinners." you mumble into your cup.
It wasn’t uncommon for a sinner to bomb you or your place of business for no reason. It’s what makes things so damn cheap here.
And is also one of the reasons you have no clients anymore.
Somberly you look over the newspaper in your hand, looking at the small almost indecipherable ad, for a business called Improvised...Murder...Professions? The ad is the size of a business card with like a page worth of text jumbled together. But through hard work, you managed to get their address down. You think.
You don’t know what the pay is, but with your current position you need the money.
For a moment you see yourself in the hopeless reflection of a bloodstained window You can’t help but smirk at the beaked demon looking back at you.

What kind of bird shall you be?

>Owl - Covered in white feathers and a heritage alien to you. There’s no doubt that your appearance holds you to some sort of royal bloodline. Doesn’t really matter since you’ve never met your real parents. The gift of moving objects with mere thought helps often during surgery, and getting the remote. (Royal Blood, Telekinesis)

>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

>Crow - Black feathers and A silver tongue. An unusual variant of bird, known for their association with death as well as grim fables. And like said fables, you are a master of getting your way with but a few well placed fibs. Like the symbol of death you are you can give someone a disease of your choosing with but a single touch. (Manipulator, Disease Manipulation.)

>>5576436
>>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

>>5576436
>>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

>>5576436
>Owl - Covered in white feathers and a heritage alien to you. There’s no doubt that your appearance holds you to some sort of royal bloodline. Doesn’t really matter since you’ve never met your real parents. The gift of moving objects with mere thought helps often during surgery, and getting the remote. (Royal Blood, Telekinesis)

This seems fun

>>5576436
>Owl - Covered in white feathers and a heritage alien to you. There’s no doubt that your appearance holds you to some sort of royal bloodline. Doesn’t really matter since you’ve never met your real parents. The gift of moving objects with mere thought helps often during surgery, and getting the remote. (Royal Blood, Telekinesis)

>>5576436
>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

>Owl - Covered in white feathers and a heritage alien to you. There’s no doubt that your appearance holds you to some sort of royal bloodline. Doesn’t really matter since you’ve never met your real parents. The gift of moving objects with mere thought helps often during surgery, and getting the remote. (Royal Blood, Telekinesis)


>Crow - Black feathers and A silver tongue. An unusual variant of bird, known for their association with death as well as grim fables. And like said fables, you are a master of getting your way with but a few well placed fibs. Like the symbol of death you are you can give someone a disease of your choosing with but a single touch. (Manipulator, Disease Manipulation.)

Can we not be a bastard child? Even if it culls some of the abilities?
If not, then just Owl.

>>5576436
>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

>>5576436
>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

>>5576436
>Owl - Covered in white feathers and a heritage alien to you. There’s no doubt that your appearance holds you to some sort of royal bloodline. Doesn’t really matter since you’ve never met your real parents. The gift of moving objects with mere thought helps often during surgery, and getting the remote. (Royal Blood, Telekinesis)

>>5576436
>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

It would be fun if we were some distant relative to an Goetia family, but otherwise, obviously the best option is to be the organ man.

>>5576436
>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)
I vote that we look like a plague doctor

>>5576812
Plague doctors are so cliche, i think just a vivzie style demonic vulture would look better.

Probably gonna end up being a vulture oh well, just felt like the owl would give more options for interactions in hell's high society where the vulture would-be criminals or maybe peers from medical university (if we had any form of formal education) or the criminal world but with canonical characters, we already had that in spades. I do have to admit the vulture would look cooler.

>>5577093
There's already way too many owl characters. It would be an unoriginal design.

>>5577098
yeah, I completely agree that owls are overdone and a demonic vulture would look really interesting I just mean that a potential royal bastard would have more potential than some guy. Also we couldn't be a wizard in the henchman quest and god damn it I want a hell wizard

>>5576840
Can we at least have the hat? The hat is cool.
Also having one is in the spirit of tf2, that was what made me want to vote for bird doctor

>>5577148
I suppose having some distant ties to royalty would be fun, but not too much. I prefer the idea of an Doctor more than a lizard.

We were way too OP last quest, desu. I mean it was completely reasonable given the concept (pure soul in hell), but it's easier to play as a more common person, especially if we're working for IMP

>>5577165
Fair

speaking of OP do you plan on ever continuing the henchman quest or is it dead and buried

slightly off-topic but I haven't watched any of Vivziepop's stuff since the backstory of Stolas and Blitzo cause that episode was just stupid and overall writing is pretty bad has anything interesting actually happened since then?

>>5577175
From what he said, i think he just lost the interest after losing all his notes

>>5576436
>Owl - Covered in white feathers and a heritage alien to you. There’s no doubt that your appearance holds you to some sort of royal bloodline. Doesn’t really matter since you’ve never met your real parents. The gift of moving objects with mere thought helps often during surgery, and getting the remote. (Royal Blood, Telekinesis)
Medic from tf2 meme goes here. Shame we didn't have dove/pidgeon as a choice.
I'm gonna miss John Aenon. That was such a fun and interesting concept.

>>5577222
I'd be happy to vote for the 'royal blood' option, but i just don't want to look like an Owl, is all i'm saying.

>>5577229
I don't really care about the royal blood or even being an owl, I just wanted to have this guy look like the tf2 medic kek.

>>5577237
Fair enough, but i don't wanna look even slightly the fujo owl.

>>5577222
>Shame we didn't have dove/pidgeon as a choice.
RIP Archimedes dream

>>5577253
A shame indeed

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>>5577093
>would-be criminals or maybe peers from medical university
Fabius Bile gaming

>>5576436
>Vulture - Covered in Brown Feathers and knowledge in Organ trafficking. Considered one of the more unsightly members of the bird family. You’ve stuck your beak into enough corpses to know a thing a two about them, namely their price. And how to make them obey after their apparent death. (Connections, Carrion Control)

>>5577229
This is exactly what I want. A royal blood bastard would be great. Much better story hooks for all sorts of issues just by virtue of that.

>>5577253
We're in hell. At best we can be a pigeon. Doves are too Heaven...y
Figured crow would be as close as we can get between the three options.

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>>5576436
I'll add Royal Blood since ya'll want that. Sorry if it took a while I had to rewrite a bit.
__________

Yellow eyes, with piercing red sclera stare into you from the yellowing glass. Muted red feathers adorn your head and body. Your head feathers are messy and erratic, as if your head was on fire.
White feathers lay on your face where they meet your black beak. Yeah, your still in one peace and not pieces, and really that’s a step ahead of most.

Better than those useless blue bloods with their gilded suits and golden parachutes playing their cliché fibs on their golden flutes. You can hardly believe you associated with such closed minded lairs. You shake your head, in some pointless gesture against the state of the underworld.
At least here peoples minds are opened to the genius of making the consumer the product. Organs practically sell themselves! Why single you out for that?

With your coffee done you don suitable work attire, and by that you mean the clothes you wear almost everyday.
A brown overcoat, and a brown gamblers hat, with a pair of slacks to match. Your poor hat is no stranger to violence, three bullet holes have made their travels throughout its long rim. Both your hat and coat are....Slightly scuffed, but they still work.
You look down at your phone, making sure you got the address right. The address sends you towards a condemned building. Your confidence in this business has just rose exponentially, unwelcoming buildings are the best for business after all.

Grabbing your black medical bag, with the crest of a royal family you have since crossed out with magic marker. You begin your journey into the city. Hauling your feathered ass down the stairs, you kick the front door leading to the outside world open. BAM! You announce your presence to the now mostly empty streets.

>>5577775
With a confident grin you walk down the street phone in hand, thankfully this gig seems close to your confab. A black building comes into view, but not before your ears pick up something rather unexpected.

Wet, sickly sounds of something meaty thwapping against concrete started to take precedence over the voices in your head. Great, it’s probably another sinner causing a ruckus, with a huff of annoyance you walk further down the now wet concrete slab’s of the common folk.
Your heart’s contractions suddenly halt, as does your body. In front of this condemned looking building was a hellhound, covered in wounds, drenched in viscera.
Hitting a gurgling barely alive hellhound with a pair of torn bloody knuckles. He is utterly surrounded by dead hellborn.

All seemingly pounded til they no longer had more than two dimensions to them, let alone distinguishable features. This newest arrival seemed to be nearing that stage of viscous fluidity. Odd, usually Sinners were the ones going on pointless killing sprees, let alone one of this scale.
The hound turns to you, the hair of his head slumped for the sheer volume of blood that’s seeped into it.
The head of a succubus is clenched between a pair of bloody jaws. Without warning the hound suddenly snapped his head upward. In an instant he slammed his mouth shut crushing the demonesses head like nothing.

He stands up, with a smile that is noticeably missing multiple fangs. A couple of his teeth are gashed in unnatural angles by what looks like brunt force. Multiple knives, bullet holes, and even a literal spear are embedded in this wolf like a pin cushion. He’s bleeding profusely, it’s hard to tell how much of that blood is his own or his victims.

Nobody should still be alive looking like that and he seems to be full of energy still. Perhaps medical school was bullshit after all?
“Hey, there buddy~” A hoarse yet undeniably excited voice said, spitting out blood as they spoke. Their voice dry from the salty fluid filling their mouth.
“I get your speechless, in awe, at a hellhound finally taking a stand against the fucked system. Bask in it.” He opens his arms, as if the give off some sort of copper smelling radiance.

"See all this! it's momentum. momentum that'll carry me up this Spiral of infinity." He smirks with a wheeze.
"Brother, I'm sorry to say but your gonna have to be my even number." The hound suddenly takes up a boxers stance. His eyes full of bloodlust.

What do you do?

>Try to convince the blood drunk hound to let you pass. (Roll 1d100)

>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)

>Ask this knowledgeable blood monger what he means by Spiral, are you out of the loop once more?

>He won’t last much longer, it is your duty as a man of business to spread the word of your craft, perhaps healing this one can lead to positive word of mouth?

>>5577790
>>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)
didn't really care about the royal blood but cool. This dude would make a nice revenant thrall
also, I'm gonna assume we are doing rolls after the vote is called because doing otherwise is dumb

>>5577790
>>Ask this knowledgeable blood monger what he means by Spiral, are you out of the loop once more?
>>He won’t last much longer, it is your duty as a man of business to spread the word of your craft, perhaps healing this one can lead to positive word of mouth?

Make sure to retrieve any organs that havent been pulverised

>>5577790
>>Ask this knowledgeable blood monger what he means by Spiral, are you out of the loop once more?
>>He won’t last much longer, it is your duty as a man of business to spread the word of your craft, perhaps healing this one can lead to positive word of mouth?
It's probably not gonna work, but it's more than we've been up to normally. Best be ready with a scalpel in the bag anyway.

>>5577790
>>He won’t last much longer, it is your duty as a man of business to spread the word of your craft, perhaps healing this one can lead to positive word of mouth?
>"Bah! Even? How about I flick those wounds of yours so you can go on to add a digit!"

>>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)
Free organs

>>5577790
>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)

>>5577790
>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)
ze healing is not as rewarding as ze hurting

>>5577790
>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)
We are not Aenon, we can be an asshole

>>5577790
>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)

Stomp the Mutt and harvest his spleen

>>5577790
>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)
Slit his throat, more slices and bruises means less intact organs to harvest.

>>5577790
>>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)

Rip off his head and shit down his neck

>>5577790
>>Opportunity beckons you, deaths door is ajar, and he’s opening his arms to it. (Attack, Roll 1d100)
Use carrion control. He's surrounded by corpses.

>>5577890
>support

>>5577790
You make the first move.

*Roll for your Attack, Only the first seven rolls will count for combat. We go by 1d100 here, so Roll for the action you choose.
*1 is damnation which is bad, 100 is a Sinful Crit Which is good.
*100 leads to an action having permanent positive effect for the rest of the encounter, limited to once per battle however.
*1 is the opposite the enemy gets a positive benefit. Be smart, make a strategy beyond going in blind. It’ll get you killed.
——————
It’s obvious, what his incentive is, which is none. Yet another brute, throwing themselves to the pointless revelation of violence. The powerless shall always crave power, a taste so intoxicating, stitched together with the fatty corpse wax of lower races. Oh, you’ve tasted that fine cadaver. And you shall not be made one, not this day. He is product nothing more, nothing less.
His eyes are locked onto you but he hardly reacts to you when you knelt down, and reached in your medical bag. Your claws wrapping themselves around a familiar grip. He takes a step forward. His eyes suddenly widen as the glint of metal suddenly nears his throat.

Pushing his legs off the moistened stone the hellhound attempts to escape the sudden blade. You can feel resistance as your serrated scalpel managed to cut flesh.
Blood pours from his severed jugular vein. Most beings reaction to this was usually panic, fear, putting pressure on your spraying neck. He smiled wider.
“Ya goth mhe” he attempts to say with an opened throat. How is he still alive? Still he seems surprised at your sudden act of attempted murder. The ball remains in your pristinely kept park. The question is what’s your next move.

Choose an action and Roll a 1d100

>The corpses around him rot and decay under the pentagrams warmth, the withering husks, a motionless pile of liquid possibility. Possibility he has turned his back to. (Roll for Intelligence + 6 bonus)

>Close in on him, go for a well placed slash across his stomach, putting his insides on the outside aught to finish the dead pup walking. (Roll for Strength)

>His eyes gleam with intent, perhaps a blade pressed snuggle between them will halt their gaze? (Roll for Dexterity + 3 bonus)

>You can hear a door to the black building opening, perhaps you can beckon for assistance with the stubborn one. (Roll for Charisma.)

>Write-in

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>5578818
>>The corpses around him rot and decay under the pentagrams warmth, the withering husks, a motionless pile of liquid possibility. Possibility he has turned his back to. (Roll for Intelligence + 6 bonus)

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>5578818
>>The corpses around him rot and decay under the pentagrams warmth, the withering husks, a motionless pile of liquid possibility. Possibility he has turned his back to. (Roll for Intelligence + 6 bonus)
what do our stats look like.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>5578818
>The corpses around him rot and decay under the pentagrams warmth, the withering husks, a motionless pile of liquid possibility. Possibility he has turned his back to. (Roll for Intelligence + 6 bonus)

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>5578818
>The corpses around him rot and decay under the pentagrams warmth, the withering husks, a motionless pile of liquid possibility. Possibility he has turned his back to. (Roll for Intelligence + 6 bonus)

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>5578818
>>The corpses around him rot and decay under the pentagrams warmth, the withering husks, a motionless pile of liquid possibility. Possibility he has turned his back to. (Roll for Intelligence + 6 bonus)

What ho, Houndcuck

>>5578818
>>The corpses around him rot and decay under the pentagrams warmth, the withering husks, a motionless pile of liquid possibility. Possibility he has turned his back to. (Roll for Intelligence + 6 bonus)

>>5578818
Did you run the hazbin hotel quest?

>>5578909
i support this eh

>>5579041
yes he did

>>5578818
You succeed in your attempt but your not much of an overachiever. Hm?
——————-

Despite his decaying form the hellhound wears a brimming, broken, shimmering crimson smile. Perhaps he is one of those masochist fellows?
You remember operating on some clients with that wonderful trait. Didn’t complain or groan whilst your repaired their ruptured insides, rather than moaning about “Pain” for attention. They came to you for cheap and are surprised about a lack of expensive mushrooms mashed into capsules?

Who the fuck would use a fungus for healing? It comes form the dirt, that’s where maggots crawl, how is anything from there gonna heal anyone? No, your patients deserve better. The chocking of blood brought you out of your self rant infused head space.
Yeah, he still has that smile, drenched, broken, somehow still wheezing along. This goes beyond merely getting off in getting kicked in the groin.
You were pretty sure it was mainly a kink and not a ticket to surviving mortal wounds.

Your yellow irises expand, directly behind the cooper smelling pup is a delightful amalgamation of brightly colored flesh. Now mere meat puppets without their center of control to hinder them. You lay your hands to your side, this actions seems to put off the dog. Confused at your sudden acceptance.

Your talon twitches, bits of the entwined meat moves. You can feel the torn ligaments, taste the fragmented bone. In mere seconds the flesh began to reform, joints reconnected at impossible angles. Like a puzzle of sinew and marrow pieces form together. Blood flies from the hounds mouth as he suddenly makes a lunge towards you. You open your eyes, only for blood to splatter upon your face. The hound looks down, his chest is torn open by a spear of bone, reinforced with multiple demons muscles.

*Carrion Spike Lvl 1 learned.
Contort nearby corpses into sharp spears of flesh and bone. Able to hit enemies from behind or the front, may also act as traps. Can only be kept intact as long as the caster is at least 3 meters close, will break apart if condition is not met.

>>5579830
With a sudden and quite literal roar, he slowly pulls himself along the elongated pole of meat. You take a step back. He takes a step forward, his smile still present, a hole the size of a baseball in his chest.
How is he still ali-
“Huork!” The hellhound suddenly starts to vomit blood all over your taloned feet. He chuckles to himself.
“Damn, guess I’m finally done, huh?” The bloodhound says with a dopey smile.
His paws tipped forward, you step out of the way of his body.
He hits the ground unmoving. A wet plap sounded throughout the empty street as his face hit the puddle of his own blood. Yet he still wore a smile on his face. On of utter contentment.

You brush your feathered claws along your coat. That was rather odd, but in the Pride ring things like this can happen.
“The fuck did you do?” A rather grating voice asked from the other side of the street.

A red imp stands outside trash bag in hand. Their red irises staring into yours, how long was this guy there for? It’s a weird lookin one. Taller than most of their vertically challenged race.
His fore arms look rather odd, double the size of their lower arms, and legs for that matter. Perhaps that is a sort of tumor? If so how is he still alive? Medical mysteries just keep piling up today.

“Did you stab that guy with a pile of people?” His face is seemingly frozen.
“Yeah. He came at me, I defended myself, now I get to harvest his organs. I don’t make the rules society does.” You say getting your tools from your trusty bag of tricks.

The gears in the red demons underdeveloped head begin to turn for the first time in years. Black bag, scalpel. Knows about organs. This is an opportunity. A yellowing smile that could make maggots blush crosses the business demons mug.

“So, are you interested the best damn proposition of your life! Mr....I don’t know your fucking name.” He beamed with a yelling smile. He looks trustworthy enough. As such you bestow them the honor of your name.

>What is your name?

>>5579836
>>What is your name?
Johnny Constantine

>>5579836
>Mark Twine.

>>5579836
>what is your name?
Aves Cadavre literaly "Bird Corpse"

>>5579836
>Murmur
Like the demon duke from the Ars Goetia, rides a vulture and speaks with the dead.

>>5579850
+1

>>5579850
Works pretty well

Even better if it's not our real name due to the whole royal bastard thing

>>5579891
Have this be our real name: >>5579865

>>5579836
I'd still prefer Archimedes...

>>5579836
Archimedes Hippocrates

>>5579836
>Archimedes
no last name

>>5580034
>>5579952
then lets make it so

>>5579865
Seems fitting +1

>>5580072
Archimedes is my vote

>>5579836
>Archimedes

>>5579850
I'll back this if only because we're magic and it's close to Abra Cadabra.

>>5579836
I'm fine with having Achimedes, or 'Archie' be our street name, and Murmur be our real name.

I support Archimedes, but I'm fine with Murmur as the "real name" from the royal bloodline we have no contact with

Though i don't know why we'd tell Blitzo that if we want to maintain the fake name Archimedes

>>5580460
You make a fair point. I see no reason to tell Blitz our real name, if that option wins... unless circumstance forces our hand (like Stolas showing up out of the blue).

>>5580482
Would Stolas even recognize us? All he seems to care about is being a faggot, his wife is the one doing nobility stuff.

>>5580499
I'm just saying it's a possibility. Whether he does or doesn't is up to the QM's discretion; for example, I wasn't expecting Octavia to show up in the Hazbin Hotel quest, but she did nonetheless.

>>5580460
fine by me too

>>5580443
+1 to this I guess if we're dropping Aves Cadavre

will be fun later down the line when the others in the company find that nearly everything we've told them about ourselves is a lie when those plot hooks start getting pulled.

>>5580460
>+1
Archimedes as a fake name with Murmur being our actual one is fitting

If we're going by Murmur, just a reminder that in the Ars Goetia, he is a higher-ranking demon than Stolas himself, being a Great Duke of Hell (as opposed to Stolas, who is a Prince, which is one rank below), and having four more legions of demons

I mean, obviously *we* aren't, since we cut off contact with the nobility, but Murmur is a demon on par with A S T A R O T H

>>5581391
I figure we are Murmur Jr. but we don't count cause we are a bastard also if Murmur senior is familiar to Paimon there are plenty of legitimate and more important children

>>5581420
>Murmur Jr
There doesn't seem to really be a lot of 'original' demons, Stolas is like, a 40 year old man, so i'd guess that the 'title' is passed down, with few exceptions for the high-tier Kings of Hell

>>5581422
I hope op head-canons the age of Stolas because the fact that he is 40 is retarded

and while the sheer stupidity of his age fits with the rest of his horrid character I wouldn't mind if that was changed

>>5581422
Murmur's bastard then
Maybe our name is Whisper

>>5581425
It wouldn't be so stupid if they actually made it for a reason other than wanting to be able to make 'muh heckin valid childhood friend' fujo story

If the demonic nobility still had to age, and thus, 'handed' down the title, then that would give a reason as to why shit like an hellish nobility exists in the first place.

>>5581431
So what is the cutoff point for immortality in hell-born?

>>5581452
I'd guess that only the most important people? Deadly Sins, Great Kings like Baal or Paimon, and then just the people who are really important like Malphas or Beelzebub.

>>5581455
Fair, if I remember right sinners are immortal except for angelic weaponry but do hell-born get purged annually as well or is it just contained in the pride ring with the sinners?

I may be misremembering but isn't Stolas responsible for stars that seems pretty important for a mere prince who isn't even the main heir and is also weird how stars are hell's responsibility in the first place

>>5581461
As shown by how Striker needed an heavenly rifle, Demon Royalty also seems to need Angelic Weapons to be murdered.

So basically, all demon-born (except royalty) can be murdered normally, which is why Archimedes being a doctor actually makes sense.

>>5581422
The alternative is, well, that we were from the family of Murmur's mount, since the demon is classically depicted as *riding* a vulture, rather than being one themself. I'd believe that there are certain demon lords in hell that would physically ride around on lesser nobility-- maybe our necromancy is just what we've been able to observe Murmur doing, if we're running with the fallen-aristocrat backstory.

Honestly, does it matter if Murmur is a powerful Ars Goetia outside of this quest? Vivziepop already plays fast and loose with muh goetia lore, using a name and motif wouldn't be much in comparison.

>>5581531
I don't think it'd matter more than an mention.

>>5581465
Yeah the murder by conventional means makes sense I was mostly curious if angels even bother coming to other rings seeing as how sinners can't leave pride and angels only intend to purge sinners

>>5581551
I don't think so, hell outside the pride circle (pentagram city) seems to basically be an functional society.

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Sorry this took a bit, rewrote some stuff for later.
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Your beak moves, then stops, Good vibes aside, it’s usually best not to unwrap yourself around another. Especially with how you name has been beaten and defiled by certain diamond eating folk. Cadaver Murmur isn’t exactly the most profitable name at the moment especially with the flames of pettiness still burning brightly in your old family. You circle back to an old nickname of yours, one from your childhood. One that you once detested. But it’d work for now.
“I am Archimedes. Back-Alley doctor and Organ Enthusiast.” You say with a smile, standing up at your full height partially casting a shadow on the imp.
The imp side out of your shade, with a grin.

“Fuck ye-Ahem, that’s alright we could probably find a spot for you. Y’know.
Also, Archimedes really? Man, your parents must suck ass. That’s not even a real word.”
The man who likely wants to hire you said. You chuckle, at that. Few demons know much of mortals or their achievements but your family did. The nickname was hardly a title of pride. Quite the opposite in your case.
“I’m Blitz ,there’s an O in there but it’s silent so don’t fucking say it.” The imp named Blitzo says, with a grin. You open your beak to say something but are immediately cut off.
“Anyway! My prestigious and VERY well respected business, has gracefully selected your feathered ass as a temporary hire! Lady Luck has practically sucked you off this day!” He says with such confidence despite being only a couple feet tall.

He puffed his chest out, looking up try and look you in the eyes. But he practically had to crack his head back as far as his skeletal structure would allow to do so.

You stare back at the bundle of fragile pride. Imp Pride is rather delicate by nature.
“So I’ve got this Employee, who by nature does dumbass things. But this time he’s just ‘Oh so hurt!’ That he needs a doctor.” Blitz makes mocking jazz hands as he imitated the pathetic pleas of the victim.

“Did he drink heavily to try and get over the pain like a normal person?” You ask.
“That’s what I told him to do! But apparently he doesn’t drink often. He’s a piece of work.” Blitz shakes his head while leading you into the decrepit building. Tapestry peeled from the walls revealing the partial layers of the building. It smelt damp, black mold seems to be growing on every corner due to the unintentional moisture.
Your employer marches in front of you leading the medical avian to an elevator that is somehow plated gold despite the buildings poor state. A rather odd thing to focus on in the slums isn't it?

>>5581585
Upon stopping at a particular door the imp slams the door with his weird tumor hand. “Here we are! Feast your eyes on its greatness.”
You reach a door labeled with I.M.P. ,sounds similar to the place you were going to apply to. The words are painted on with black paint. No plaque or anything fancy. You can respect the simple nature of it. Makes it stand out.
“So, just that we are clear. This isn’t gonna cost me like, a million souls or anything right?"
“More like a couple thousand at most.” You admit with a shrug.
“Okay, fine. Just check up on the idiot he’s been complaining about his little wound all day.” Blitz mocked, before opening the door to your future operating room.

*First patient: Moxxie.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

This is a roll that will be used later tonight lets see here.

>>5581597
Good ol leeches for internal bleeding to relive preassure useful for sewing limbs back on, some species of maggots that only eat necrotized tissue but we can perhaps use the pati ents own dead skin to form the stitches

Rolled a 1 a crit fail in terms of health. Poor imp.
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The office was about what you expected, normal, unassuming, hardly sanitary for most civilized beings. Compared to your old office space at least. Which wasn’t exactly a that clean before it was bathed in flames. Striped wall paper of dull grey and muted purple lined the walls, with claw marks seemingly acting as a sort of pattern.
Even though they very obviously weren’t. A grey hellhound with lazily sits at a desk, flipping through their idiot box without a care in the underworld.
Her paws on on the desk, showing off a pair of black knee socks paired with a torn up black skirt. She has a similar torn up blue top to go with it.

Did she just survive a stabbing and decide to keep the clothes? Fashion is a terrible beast that should have been slain long ago.
“Loonie! I’m back with a doctor I found on the street.” Blitz said taking time to lean an elbow on a beat up brown desk.
“You’ve been gone for like five minutes tops.” Loonie informed her boss.
“It means I’m efficiently Loonie! I found this doctor with a suspicious as fuck sounding name! That’s how you know they charge less!” He bragged jabbing a thumb in your direction.
“This isn’t a booty call is it? Because you seem to have a pattern with feathered asses.”

“Okay, wow, great talk!” Blitz said quickly practically slamming himself against a closed door leading to what seems like a sort of meeting room. Guess she was about to talk about his fetish or something.
Blitz opened the door with his malformed arms.
You enter into the apparent meeting room, where two imps sat beside each other on ivory office chairs.
They both look up at you. A white haired, white freckled imp stares at you with tired eyes.

His white hair is disheveled, his breathing is ragged. And his hand is clutching his chest. He wears a simple suit with a red bow tie. A pair of horns with white and black banding seemingly merge with his hair.
“M and M, I present to you Doctor Archimedes.” Anchor arm’s said as you enter the room with what you hope is a brand friendly smile from your beak.
A black haired demoness sat looked at you for a moment obviously not impressed with your humble appearance.
“Blitz, you found a doctor within five minutes of leaving. We need an actual doctor. Moxxie’s not doing so hot.” The gap toothed demoness said with mild exhaustion. Her eyes not leaving the white haired imp.

“Sir, you....fuck.” The patient clutches his chest. Blitz’s prideful smile falters for a moment but soon returns albeit a lot more forced.
“Hey M, it’s gonna be fine. Archie here will patch up whatever is wrong with ya!” Blitzo attempted to push your forward, but with simple physics he just kinda pushes against your ass not moving you at all.

>>5582878
Taking the hint you move towards your patient. The black haired imp is staring daggers at you while you kneel down to be at eye level with the patient. His eyes seem glazed over,

You take out a stethoscope that has certainly seen better days.
“Shirt off please I need to see what your cryin' about.” You say putting the nubs near your bird holes.
Millie continues to glare daggers at you, Moxxie obliges, shifting his shoulders with a groan of pain. Your feathers ruffle in surprise at the rather ugly looking wound upon the imps chest.

The wound is crusted still with blood, whatever stitches made were shoddy and quick. This looks rather recent. Barely in the process of beginning to heal. And directly where the heart would be. Hopefully your hunch is wrong in this one.
Putting it to his chest you listen for any....How is he alive?
His heart is brutally off rhythm. It’s beating at an insanely high rate with seemingly random rates of slow down. It’s straining itself to do its job. The galloping of death. Sign’s of a dying heart. At the discovery of this you accidentally let your invasive thoughts speak for you.
“Heartbreaking really.” You mutter out. Blitz’s smile wavers a bit. The black haired imp inches closer. Moxxie looks up at you with fearful eyes.
“What? Sad you won’t get a pay check? I told you that he was just being overdrama-“ You cut off the bosses blind optimism, best to not let delusion take hold.

“Yeah, sorry, he’s dying.” Somehow your monotone made your words feel like ice to the imps as it left your throat.
An awkward silence wedges itself into the room.

>>5582880
Moxxie turns his head towards you eyes wide, he then begins to hyperventilate. The black haired one attempts to comfort him despite her now wearing a mask of understandable fear.
“...You fuck.” Blitz says with a golden frown.
“The fuck do you mean he’s dying! I knew that your just some quack! He’s been fucking fine all week! His just has muscle spasms here and there!” Blitz approaches you jabbing a clawed stub into your chest. Or trying to at least from his height.
“Those muscle spasms were likely heart attacks. Whatever went through his chest did a number to it.”
The curved horned imp suddenly froze in place. He looks down his eyes shifting. Looks like he knows what caused this.
“Without a new heart he’s got like two months at most left. His heart is off beat and weak.” You explain to him putting a red feathered arm on his shoulder.

“A surgery to save him at this stage probably won’t do much. I could try but no promises.” You say honestly.
“Just save him! Isn’t that your job!?” The Black haired imp yelled at you.
“Millie wait...I.” Moxxie speaks out. Tears now welling up in his eyes.
“Mox, don’t worry you’ll be fine I’ll make sure of it.” Her face of fear betrays every word coming out of her mouth.
They are all scared and fighting against that fear with bickering. You look upon the sad display. This isn’t an easy situation to be in. What exactly can you do?

>You can try to fix his messed up heart, but ain’t gonna be easy (Roll 1d100)

>You could do a transplant if you were somehow able to teleport to a certain royal family’s hospital. But you’d need a grimore for that so that’s probably not gonna happen.

>There’s plenty of people outside, maybe we can get lucky and get some shorty’s heart?

>Write-in

>>5582884
>>You could do a transplant if you were somehow able to teleport to a certain royal family’s hospital. But you’d need a grimore for that so that’s probably not gonna happen.
damn, Moxxie is built different

>>5582884
>>Write-in: Explain his options to him, along with risks and benefits, and allow him to decide.

>>5582884
>There’s plenty of people outside, maybe we can get lucky and get some shorty’s heart?
>"This is an assassin corporation, no? Then help me track down a suitable donor."

I don't think getting some random person's heart will work, the majority of people in hell are probably all fucked up drug addicts - and i don't think a normal human's heart would work

We'd have to find a way to get an good quality heart if we don't want him to go belly up.

>>5582892
+1

Imps are a dime-a-dozen. Might as well 'repurpose' one or two into the one we're going to work with. Poor Moxxie

>>5582895
>might as well 'repurpose' one or two into the one we're going to work with
Do you really want moxxie to have the heart of some two-bit drug addict? We can't just take off anyone's heart. Imps are basically living beings, they have actual blood and shit.

>Ask Blitzo if he has a way to find down a fitting donor heart

>>5582884
>>5582890

>The way I see it we can try finding a donor not necessarily a willing one if you are ok with that but chances of finding a compatible donor on such short notice may not be easy unless he has some family member he doesn't like who we scrap for parts, or I can try my best to fix his heart with surgery but that is a far greater risk if more timely. The last truly out-there option I can think of is that royalty usually has freezers full of imp replacement parts in case it is more trouble of looking for a replacement imp instead of fixing the one they have but I have no clue how any of you would get into one.

>>5582899
I think going for the 'oooh we could get to a royal hospital, but i don't know how to do that' feels a bit metagamey

I think we should just ask Blitzo if he has a way to track down a suitable heart for Moxxie.

>>5582898
>>5582893
That's assuming Blitzo grabs a bad-quality heart, I'm sure it'll most likely be average

>>5582903
Do you really think Blitzo has any idea what a 'good quality' heart is? The man literally thought fucking *muscle spasms* were just 'some little baby hurt lol no biggie'

If we want moxxie to not get his lifespan cut down by like fucking half or something, then we need Archimedes to find a fitting heart himself. Organs are literally his specialty, after all.

>>5582907
On average we're more likely to get an 'okay' heart over a really shit one. We're sort of working on borrowed time here.

Besides, we can theoretically replace it later with a mega-babo- I mean, superb heart.

>>5582925
>On average we're more likely to get an 'okay' heart over a really shit one.
In hell?
In pentagram city, the most chaotic, degenerated, drug-filled place in the entirety of hell save maybe the lust circle?

>Besides, we can theoretically replace it later with a mega-babo- I mean, superb heart.
That would be another surgery, which is risky.

Heart transplants aren't easy, you need to find someone who is actually suitable or else it would get rejected by the body.

>>5582928
Also, while we *are* on a short timescale, he said that he'd have like...two months. It's not an 'we have three days to live' situation, and i'd wager that Archie knows how to at least stabilize him.

I really think we shouldn't risk a bad transplant. I mean, Archimedes knows they're assassins, so it makes sense to ask if any of them know a way to track down a suitable donor.

>>5582928
This is Imp City, we're on the same ring but a different place. The city actually functions, so on average people aren't smoking crack and autoasphyxiating themselves 24/7

>>5582931
>2 Months
Oh, nevermind then. Let's just go get one ourselves. Maybe after discussing payment.

>>5582895
>>5582884
I'd like to change my vote to
>Go looking for a sufficient heart, surely there's a healthy Imp nobody will miss out there

I swear to god if Moxxie dies because you fucks are iffy about "muh metagaming" then I'll leave quietly because I'm not insecure enough to samefag

>>5582943
It's a story, anon, and it would be cringe if this potentially interesting arc was finished in a moment because 'oh gee it sure would be great and easy if SOMEONE had direct connections to a noble family, gee, i wonder who would have that'

>>5582946
it's a comedic setting dude, plot contrivances are the bread and butter of every episode

>>5582948
'The Gang tries to find a fitting heart donor' sounds way more interesting than 'Blitzo fucks an owl and they get a free heart, the end'

>>5582949
who says Stolas has to get involved, clearly the prompt say we go rob a rich people's hospital, what's not fun about that

>>5582950
Because saying 'Royals have access to hearts' would just lead to Blitzo asking stolas to give him a fresh heart for moxxie.

>>5582951
That's bull, Blitzo avoids Stolas most of the time

>>5582955
Yeah, unless he actually *wants* something from him, like the Grimoire, and this would definitely qualify as that

>>5582943
>MC obviously wants to keep away from royal ties
>Hell's Healthcare system is most likely abysmal
>We can do it quickly and quietly

Just seems like doing it ourselves is the better option

>>5582958
but if can just do that what does it matter if we say it outloud, Stolas is the get out of jail free card for everything
>>5582961
Archie gets by with organ trafficking, surely hell's big pharma has to have dozens of hearts lying around

>>5582971
>but if can just do that what does it matter if we say it outloud,
Because using the get of jail free card is boring. Trying to find a heart for moxxie seems way more interesting for an first mission.

>>5583011
but if Blitzo wants to do it then it doesn't matter if we what we vote, it'll be the first thing he thinks about because why wouldn't it be. It's like you don't know how quests work.

I know we carrion spiked the hellhound outside through his chest, but did we specifically go through his heart? Because if not, that would perfectly suited to at least a temporary substitute while we work on patching up Moxxie’s heart. Hell, even if we grazed it, it’s probably tough enough that patching it up with our carrion control would be enough to serve as life support while we work, giving us a wider margin for error.

>>5583019
I really doubt a hellhound's heart would be compatible with an Imp's

>>5583017
Except blitzo doesn't know that royals have a freezer full of Imp hears like Archie, if we don't say it, which we would have no reason to, he wouldn't know

>>5583023
Well, I can assure you it's not gonna go that way so don't worry about it. Blitzo knows how money works so I don't get why you think us saying what royals have or not is gonna have a big impact.

>>5577148
We are totally a wizard in henchmen quest. Just a wizard that's good with guns. And no ability to pick up women... So basically a wizard.

>>5583063
he means hazbin henchman not DC henchman

>>5582884
Supporting >>5582890. We can at least explain to them that all is not lost-- yet. Giving them a tangible goal to work towards will likely help them overcome their bickering, for now.

>>5583022
>>5583019
Well pig hearts works with humans so why not investigate this option

>>5582899
I added the comment about royal organ freezers because it was an option the OP gave even though it does feel metagamey and not something that Archimedes would actually want to do and I don't think we should bring Stolas so early into the quest

but a heist sound of some kind sounds cool

>>5582890
>support

>>5582890
I mean... this is very much the most doctory.

Would kinda like the idea of being a professional when it comes to actual doctoring... and being a sociopath otherwise.

>>5582890
i will support this with the addition of we will go outside and harvest that hellhound for its heart

>>5582884
can we do an insight roll on what hearts can be used in imps, are we using human-like biology where a family member's organs would have a lesser chance of rejection or are we using some magic that is innate to all hell-born creatures or the one we use as an ars goetia demon that theoretically would allow us to create a Frankenstein's monster

Apologies had some crazy work days. Snow makes people crazy.
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The trio of imps are understandably on edge about this news. It is kind of odd how much they care about a single employees life, perhaps he is family? Either way your gonna have to clam them down, especially the glass hearted patient, don’t wanna number his days even more with stress. That could cost you

“This is your fault! You let him go in first! My husband wouldn’t be a dead cause of you!” Black haired imp yelled at her boss, starting the oh so lovable game of blame.

“Oh, my fault!? Shouldn’t you have noticed sooner? If you took him to a hospital, y’know like a smart person! Moxxie wouldn’t be in this shape!” Blitzo yelled back. His voice betrayed the obvious guilt in his eyes.

“We tried! The doctor kept jacking up the price upon seeing how desperate we were. All we could afford was removing the fucking shrapnel piece in his chest. We ain’t exactly swimming in cash Blitz!” She sat up in her chair to stare down her boss.

“Millie, stop! We need-“ Moxxie is cut off by another sharp pain in his chest. Forcing the imp to instinctively put his hand against it, clenching it as if that’ll help the pain.
The other two stopped their humble blame game to bring attention to the dying imp that you were hired to save.

Fun as this was, your gonna have to clam them down, especially the glass hearted patient, don’t wanna number his days even more with stress. That could cost you the job after all.

“Bickering isn’t gonna unfuck his heart y’know?” You state simply with your amber eyes looking down upon the vertically challenged. All heads snap towards the fiery feathered vulture. With a simple exhale, you begin to explain to them their options.

“Look he’s not dead yet, we’ve got options here.” You begin to explain, taking a deep breath, you prepare to dump their options upon them.

>>5585828
“Firstly, I can try to fix up what I can of the torn muscle, but it’s a long shot. I probably don’t need to tell you that the heart is a stubborn yet very delicate muscle. Especially with how small he is, With my scalpel and how damaged his heart sounds I’d practically be doing surgery with a fire axe. Not impossible, but quite hard. Which is far from ideal.” You admit, taking a glance at imps scared chest.

“Secondly we could look for a donor, willing or not to give you their heart. Seeing as most people enjoy living it’s likely gonna be the latter. However getting a heart that matches yours well enough to not be rejected by your body is gonna be a bit tough with just guess work. Or if you have...ethical hang-ups." Moxxie shifts in his seat a bit, clenching his heart a bit tighter.


“And, I suppose there’s a possibility of going to a certain, organ recreational facility. One of certain Avian lineage. They would definitely have a heart akin to our little imp of the day. But security is rather tight, Large guys, bigger guns, that whole shebang. The safest way I know is the V.I.D. Entrance. But you’d need a grimore to get there since it’s royalty exclusive.” You lift your medical bag onto the table, the crest of your family barely visible through all the angry scribbling you did to it. It was all just bad memories now anyway.

“Those options all kind of blow.” Blitzo groans, crossing his popeye arms. Glaring at you as if to blame you for this situation. Why is that so common?
“In the end it’s up to you, your the boss. Feel free to interject your own wisdom into this. This is your employee after all.” You causally say throwing the spotlight towards the now worried imp.


Blitzo begins to awkwardly pace back and forth biting into his thumb. Mumbling something about a job going bad. Millie is in full motherly panic it seems. Your dearest patient looks at you with scared, desperate eyes.

In a swift moment Blitz inserts himself between
his employees in a sort of huddle taking them out of their induvial trances.

There is some cursing. But slowly blitz leaves the business hug. Looks like they came to a decision.
——————

Which option do they take?

>”Fuck it, try and is his heart, Moxxie is....tougher than he looks I’m certain you’ll be able to fix it. Don’t fuck this up.”

>”Looks like we are going to the streets, time to rip out someone's heart!”

>”Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We've killed entire floors before!”

>Write-in.

>>5585837
>>”Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We've killed entire floors before!”

>>5585837
>”Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We've killed entire floors before!”
And we can see some action.

>”Looks like we are going to the streets, time to rip out someone's heart!”

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>5585837
I'll let the dice decide my vote.
>1) ”Fuck it, try and is his heart, Moxxie is....tougher than he looks I’m certain you’ll be able to fix it. Don’t fuck this up.”

>2) ”Looks like we are going to the streets, time to rip out someone's heart!”

>3) ”Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We've killed entire floors before!”

>>5585837
>”Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We've killed entire floors before!”

heist it is I'd say wear a mask but I doubt that would help all that much if we are going to be there in person

Well, if we're going to the hospital, the question remains of who will stay. Moxxie obviously can't go, and he needs someone to watch over him in case something happens.

The obvious first option is Millie...but she's basically the muscle of the team, so her staying would severely weaken us in the heist. It can't be Archimedes either, because while sure, he'd be able to maintain Moxxie the best, they need him to be able to find a suitable heart.

Which leaves Blitzo and Loona. Loona seems good, being just an "secretary" instead of an assassin, but do you really think she'd give a fuck if moxxie needed help? She'd probably just ignore him. Blitzo is the other choice but...well, he though repeated muscle spasms were just "a little scratch"

>>5585872
I'm not sure if Blitzo was dumb or in denial and downplaying Moxxies condition

>>5585872
I'd argue towards bringing Moxxie too, we'd have an easier time transplanting the heart in an actual operating room. And Loona is a bitch so she won't want to come anyways.

>>5585882
He was being dumb and just shrugging it off, otherwise his reaction wouldn't have changed so hard.

I mean, Archie really would be the best option, but they'd have to find a way to be able to find the right heart. It's not like Millie would be able to tell one heart from another.

>>5585883
You want to bring a guy who is literally on the verge of death and can barely even move to a heist? He doesn't even need to get hit, just the action and the stress could kill him

>>5585885
Moxxie can keep his cool when it counts, he'll be fine. Archie can carry him, he has to focus on finding the heart anyways so they can get out quicker.

>>5585883
>>5585885

Yeah if we bring Moxxie he'd have to be sedated to ensure a low heart rate which would make this whole operation way harder and then a heart transplant would be a multi-hour operation which would be impossible unless we break in there undetected and isn't the whole thing pointless since while undoubtedly worse our old place should have an operating room

>>5585885
Transplanting it directly from storage at the facility might be safer
They have tools, equipment, sanitization

>>5585886
Just having this argument almost made him hyperventilate. Moxxie can keep his cool, but he's vulnerable, and if we carried him then Archie would basically have to stay back and wait for the others to kill everyone.

>Archie can carry him,
He felt a pain stab just from moving slightly, shaking around while being carried in the middle of a fight would probably actually just kill him

Either Archie can hang out back and wait for them to kill the guards before moving into the hospital, or moxxie stays behind with someone.

>>5585894
They also have a lot of guards, and heart transplants aren't exactly quick as >>5585893 pointed out.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>5585837
the dice will provide. I vote for what ever it lands on.

>>5585837
>”Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We've killed entire floors before!”

Heist time lessgoo

>>5585837
>”Looks like we are going to the streets, time to rip out someone's heart!”

>>5585837
>”Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We've killed entire floors before!”
This feels like an actual episode, a much deserved Millie one where she and Blitz raid the facility while Moxxie is stuck with our creepy weirdo and Loona.

>>5585837
Could we harvest the heart of a sinner as they are technically unkillable and just regrow everything or cant the flesh of a sinner leave pentagon city? And also lets go get that hellhound corpse in here and start working on a backup plan

>>5587535
Neither of those are imps, they would not be fit for an Imp.

>>5587646
better then nothing and its something to do if we dont come with them for the heist

>>5587669
>better than nothing
No, it's worse

You do know what happens when a body rejects an transplant, right?

>>5587713
to be fair we have no idea if hell biology is in any way familiar to human biology that's why I wanted to do a sort of insight check so we as an expert could explain to the imps in more detail what would actually go into the heart transplant, like is our corpse magic useful or is it strictly fully dead things

>>5587835
like maybe the organ recreational facility just has vats of "magic stem cells" that Goetia demons with anatomical knowledge and magic can use to just 3D print organs with

I’ve written up lots of encounters for later on, let’s get the ball rollin.
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“Let’s try that organ fetish place that Archimedes mentioned. We can handle a bit of security. We’ve killed entire floors before!” Blitz says with a smile, and a triumphant pump of his fist. Millie nod’s with a gap toothed grin. Moxxie seems unsure, not sharing the small bolstering of optimism. Not surprising given his life being on the line.

“Simply lovely. That vim and vigor shall be needed on our descent to the greed circle.” You explain, looking towards the imp with a bemused grin. His confident smile leaves as quickly as it came.

“Oh, it’s all the way down there. Well, let’s just hope we don’t run into any acrobatic robotic butt stuffers while we are in the circle.” Your not sure of any being whom that trio of words would fit. But you’d very much like to meet them.

“Anyway this means that I get to show you our esteemed carriage of business.” Blitz once more puffed his chest out. Showing pride, for the bare minimum.

“Archie I’m about to show you something that’ll change that world view of yours. A vehicle of such prestige your be blown away.” He brags and your so excited that your lowering your expectations already. As he makes his way towards the exit of the meeting room you woefully have to interrupt his stride.

“I don’t wish to be a staple upon your tongue but it’d be best if someone stayed behind to keep an eye on the withered one, yes?” You say looking towards the scarred chest of the imp of the hour.

“I’ll just leave him with Lonnie! Those two get along well enough. I’ll just ask her to be friendly to him!” Blitz says with a confidence he has no right to bear.
The freckled imps face turns into one of abject horror. Apparently he’s not a fan of the secretary.

“Sir, you can’t be serious. She hates me.” Moxxie breathes out, fidgeting in his chair. Remembering all of her badmouthing she has done to him over the years. Never anything physical, but he'd be lying if her words weren’t scathing at times.

“Come on, she’s just teasing you, don’t be a baby.” Blitz said to the dying person in the room. The three other demons in the room simply looked at their boss.
He soon began to register what he had said to a handicapped man.
“Uh, I mean your very strong, I mean getting pegged by your wife is a very...admirable thing, it raises your endurance.” He is visibly sweating, as if trying to not insult Moxxie was a mentally taxing endeavor. So does he care about his employees or not? Hard to say at this point.

“I don’t mind staying, I could be his little nurse!” Millie places a hand on Moxxie’s shoulder. The imp smiles at her he seems comfortable with that.

“Your kind of the strength round here, no offense.” Blitz quickly gestured a mock apology to Moxxie. Who hardly seems to notice.

>>5589603
“Well why don’t you stay with him? I need to lead you towards to facility so unfortunately I’m a tag along that you can’t cut off.” You interject with a shrug holding up your medical bag as if it is a purse...which it is sometimes.

“Uh, I’m the boss? I need to ensure that you do your job properly and don’t trip on a flagstone and break your neck or something.” His voice cracks as he says this, obviously this would hurt his pride a bit.

The husband and wife seem fine with this, but Blitzo utterly seems to hate the idea of him not being involved. In the end it is up to the group, and a unanimous decision is reluctantly made.
————

One will be left behind, who will it be?

>Leave Millie

>Leave Loona

>Leave Blitzo

>Write-in

>>5589604
>Leave Blitzo

>>5589604
>Leave Loona

>>5589604
>Leave Blitzo
I really hope Archie knows how to shoot a gun

>>5589604
>Leave Millie

>>5589604
>Leave Blitzo
He's the best choice out of the three i'd say.

Of course...this is an idea, but

We could also just leave Archie here, and then ask the three to just send him a livecall or something when they kill all the people down in the hospital, but that's a bit risky

>>5589604
It really seems like it should be us staying behind. We're the best to handle any complications to Moxxies condition.

>>5590106
Yes, but the issue is finding the correct heart since *We're* the organ specialist. Otherwise, i agree

>>5589604
>Leave Blitzo
This works

>>5589604
>Leave Blitzo

>>5589604
>Leave Blitzo

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Loona, and Millie shall be your Tagalongs. Sorry, had to stay late these past couple days due to short staff. This post will be larger to compensate for lost time.
—————

The three other demons voice their opinion Blitz freezes in place at the icy unanimous decision.

“Blitz’ it seems best if you stay with Moxxie here.” Millie says with a bit of reluctance not too keen on leaving her injured husband. But she wants to get this done and the boss can be a bit...quirky at times during a job. Frankly she can’t risk him doing anything too out there while her hubby is on the line.

“What.” Blitz blinked seemingly at a loss for words.
“Why me though? I’m fun! And totally cool!” Blitz put his hands to his chest in what seemed like genuine hurt.

“Blitz, I agree with Millie, I’m..a bit scared of, well, dying. I’m worried you might say or do something that’ll, make things not go well.”
Moxxie wheezed out with an uneasy smile. Blitz looks to his friends chest then to the imps pleading eyes. A flash of guilt runs across the bosses face.

“Fuck, fine. If that’s what you want fine. Betrayal wasn’t supposed to happen on this circle.” Blitz mumbles and sits himself on a nearby chair.
He seems rather displeased at this decision. Like any other opportunity sometimes the patient must be talked into becoming the product, to make something go your way a level of sugar must always go with the medicine.

You kneel down once more making sure not to seem judgmental or taking a definitive side. You slant your eyes into a sympathetic stare, one of unanimous sympathy. Faked to perfection. Blitz glares at you with his arms crossed, pouting. Feeling betrayed by this action likely. But his eyes betray this anger showing a guilt of something you do not know of.

“Look, I’m sure that Millie has your number. We will keep you updated the whole way, we’ll even put you on speaker so you can scream various slurs at any guards we come across. How’s that sound?” You kneel down to look him in the eyes properly doing your best to not be imposing. He seems childish by nature, so perhaps talking to him like one will help him accept the situation. Evidently this seems to work.

He seems to scan you for a moment with twitching eyes. Before letting his arms fall to his side. Unable to keep his mild anger at such a proposition.

“Fine, me and Loona will keep him company, I guess. You have your pass in you Mill?” Millie holds up a small red booklet in response. Reluctantly Blitz takes out a keychain, and hands it to Millie. It takes a couple of tugs by the demoness to encourage Blitz to let said keys go.

Millie suddenly latches onto Moxxie in a hug.
“Don’t worry, we’ll fix ya! We’ll get the sexiest dang ol’ heart you ever did see!” Millie said with a smile that radiated positivity.

With that you followed behind the imp, Blitz sighed and followed behind, deciding he might as well tell the hell hound the news.

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>>5595458
“Where are you two going.” The hound asked upon seeing the homeless piece of ass walk with the secondary piece of ass. Wasn’t that guy here to check on the fatty?

“To get Moxxie a new heart.” Millie said casually.
“Okay? Why?” Loona asked so utterly invested that she looks up from her phone for but a few scant seconds.
“He is dying, his current heart is rotting inside his chest. So we’re going to the greed circle.” You answer the hound making sure your bag is stocked up and ready for any misadventures you may come across.

The gears in the hounds head start to turn for once in her life. Wait..Moxxie is.....Her thoughts are violently stabbed to death by the screechy voice of her adoptive father.

“Loonie! I’ve got good news! We’re staying in today! Which means we can finally play all those board games you never touched!” Blitz unknowingly threatens.

“So I’d be stuck with you and Mox? All day.” Loona ground out reality dawned its bastard face to the hound.

“Yeah. Just you and your papi! Looking after moxxie. I’ve got tons of games planned out so your gonna love it.” Blitzo says with a grin.

“Hey, red asses, wait up!” The hellhound called out, practically sprinting out of her seat. Heading down the torn up halls to be with a total stranger and a love driven imp. Blitz waves his hand off as he’s left alone.
“Fine, well me and Mox are gonna have so much fuckin, fun while your away that your gonna be on your knee’s wishing that you were here!” Blitz declared.

Blitz pulled out a dust filled board game from behind the hellhound's desk, she never touched the dang thing. In a puff of what is hopefully Dust the boss slams the poor investment onto the company table.

“Ready to get your ass beat in trouble?” Blitz smiles.
Moxxie chuckles nervously

The trio of demons exit the crumbling building, and enter a lot. Here you see the esteemed junker that Blitz- What in Hell is that..thing?
Bulky, beaten metal shows the level of care shown to the screaming metal deathtrap. The company logo is painted upon is side like a mark from an abuser. Its perfect.

Forced to take the back seat you sit behind the hellhound who decided to take the apparent shotgun of the car. Millie took the wheel.

A secondary set of pedals are grafted onto the floor to put them more at a comfortable height for the vertically damned. Like a booster seat with a bit more dignity. The van with a great personality drives past the insanity of the pride ring. Blood, fire, and corpses of all kinds litter the sidewalk. Out of the corner of your eye you spot someone bashing a demon. A hellhound.. with a hole in his chest. His head snapped towards you in the window as if sensing your presence somehow. His grin is mangled as always, He waves at you with enthusiasm as if he is greeting a friend. How is he-

A botched speed bump bouncing the van brought your attention away from medical mysteries.

>>5595468
The van drives past the still waving psycho, and onto a red painted bridge, it looks like your reaching the border of the circle.

A seemingly infinite wall of chains blocked the downward lift, the only openings being booths that segmented traffic. A proper precaution to ensure no sinners sneak out. Yet another oddity of this circle.
But there is another wall against keeping the flood of human souls inside their torment. Usually there is a gilded, building sized platform that takes hellborn from circle to circle free for all demons to use. This specific lift however has been fortified by the magical prowess of Lucifer himself. A near invisible force protects the entrance to the platform itself, powerful enough to erase sinners utterly, thus preventing the wrong types of souls from leaving. That is if demons even have them. Your not sure what it checks to see if your a genuine demon. But the implication is a bit...unnerving to say the least.

The van thrashes against the concrete road. Multiple large, winged demons sat at large booths, wearing comically small hats on their oversized heads to symbolize some sort of authority. Stone skinned masses of muscle looked down at your comparably average sized van with utter boredom. With a smile, Millie hands a rather intimidating looking demon a small red booklet.

“Hmph, it looks like a child wrote this. That’s a fifty soul penalty. Also your name is terrible, that’s another 50 soul penalty. Other that you may go, take your illiteracy with you.” An unsurprisingly gravely voice chimed after destroying yet another demons confidence in their penmanship. Wordlessly the imp payed the allotted fee to the towering statuesque booth master.

Millie groaned but did nothing more. Her mild annoyance being pushed to the wayside.
The trio of killers soon found their vehicle packed into with countless other modes of transportation. Soon, the ear splitting clanking of gears clanking together signals the beginning the groups descent. Millie hums a tune to herself whilst fiddling with the radio. Tunes of a heartbroken succubus fills the steel cage. Loona has her elbow on the open window. “Dying, huh?” A barely audible mumble is picked up by your nosey ears.
Likely her mind is wondering, especially with the possibility of one of her workers kicking the bucket.
“Worried about him?” You ask in an attempt to make small talk.
“Fuck, no!” Loona snarls at you. Well, she seems just lovely doesn’t she? Already has such faith in all of your capabilities that she doesn’t feels hint of worry.
“That’s good, having confidence is the key to these types of scenarios.” You answer with a grin upon your beak.
“The fuck does that mean? Whatever.” She sakes her head, resting her head on her paw she looks out towards the grey metal grinding downward.

Before long the platform stopped with a mechanical hiss. And two giant doors opened to reveal a highway, leading to the emerald city itself.

>>5595474
The road towards the greed circle was of course, covered in a light green hue the same color as the sky. A familiar large building juts out from the mass of concrete making up the city like a beautiful and malignant tumor. Sucking the very life out of the circle.

“So, where exactly is this place? You got an address or something?” Loona asks the feathered passenger behind her who seems to be stuck inside their head at the moment.
You point forward, Loona and Millie speak in unison.
“Oh.” Is the simple word that escapes them. Just in front them is a massive building at the end of a strip of shops. A metal imprint rests on the building a brand of your family. The famous logo of a birds skull, with roses in place of its eyes. Yep, the old family sigil is as macabre as it is beaut-
“What a stupid fucking logo.” Goth hellhound says with a bored expression.
“Yeah, I mean a skull and flowers? Not very original.” Moxxie says with a gapped grin.
For some reason you are suddenly finding the floor very interesting to look at.

The van’s color scheme sticks out amongst the emerald and black colors of this circle. Making you hard to miss, like tourists not the best if you want to have a low profile. Almost every street was a strip of some sort. Selling everything from food to bobbles to guns to demons. Yell’s of desperate sells men fill the air. Of debt ridden demons way over their heads, screams of what might as well be slaves at that point.

The screaming of sales is an all too familiar sound that fills you with an odd, inexplicable sense of pity. Most of those voices will be silenced by the end of the month. One of the only ways out is to sell part’s of yourself, usually cheaply.

“Uh there’s meat in the road.” Millie says in understandable confusion.
Both you and Loona look out the front to see that a nearly knee high pile of demon corpses block the road. Front wheels screech unable to get past the mass of bodies.
Looks like your all going on foot from here on out.

A familiar sound once more invaded your hidden ear holes. The sound of something viscous spilling from a cadaver. “Why are there so many bodies in one...” Loona begins but stops herself upon seeing the scene before her.
Both Millie and Loona stop upon seeing the source. An incubus, and two imps. Are brutally beating the bloated corpse of a long dead demon.
“Now, remember the neck, and under the arms is where you want to aim. Your size is your greatest advantage.” An incubus says slinging their arms around a pair of imps. The incubus has a perfectly cut slicked back haircut, which is now a highlighted by fresh blood, similarly fresh scars dot his lips. His body is thin, clearly not a gym rat but with some muscle visible.

Around his waist is a green colored hoodie. A pair of torn up black paints with blood stains on them grace his lower body.

>>5595480
hazy, ringed, green eyes seem to notice the three demons behind them, the incubus turns around with a grin, a machete with a gilded hilt in his hand, stained with newly splattered blood. He smiles revealing a literal golden grin.
“Hold that thought looks like we got some more assets coming our way. Remember what I taught you now. You’ll earn your spirals in spades.” A surprisingly classy sounding voice left him.
Two imps suddenly stop their mutilation of bodies. And approach.

The first imp holds what seems to be an uzi in its right hand. His horns reach straight upward, but one of his horns is broken snapped in half. A bandanna drenched in another’s liquid is tied around the unbroken horn. A cheap pair of jeans and a wife beater adorn him He seems taller than even blitz with white splotches around his face and arms.

The second holds two kitchen knives, he’s missing an eye, the wound seems fresh. He has no shirt, simply wearing a pair of shorts. His horns are filed down, his lips torn open revealing a nasty set of chompers.

The trio approach you, Millie and Loona tense up. A nagging heat comes from the back of your skull, you swear you see a flicker of something in the corner of your eye for the briefest moment. Of someone in a suit watching you.

"So why did you guys make a-Fuck!" The hellhound narrowly dodges a jumping swipe to her neck by craning her back. Loona swipes with claws yet is met with open air as the knife wielding imp did an honestly impressive looking backflip away from her.

Danger is clarified in a single action. Wordlessly you reach for your bag, few other options are available right now. They want you dead, there’s no escaping this act of senseless bloodshed. The usually noisy streets are eerily silent. Most hellborn in this area are seemingly already takin care of. Loona seems furious at nearly having her neck split open understandably. Millie ready's a militaristic looking knife. It's three on three. question is who's the biggest threat?
_______
>Attack the incubus first, he seems to be the leader. taking him out should crush their morale.

>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple.

>The one eyed knife wielder seems skilled enough to be a threat, better go for him before any vitals are struck.

>Write-in.

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple.
Cripple their ranged capability

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple.

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple.

>how considerate of them to provide you so many bodies to control.

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple.

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple.
We're back, good

>>5595483
>there is a pile of corpses behind them let's go all in and try to hit all of them at the same time

the dc is probably going to be high

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple.

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple

>>5595483
>Go for the imp with the Uzi, firearms only need a single good hit to kill, and he's got multiple

Do we have to roll for this?

>>5595483
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If the streets have taught you anything, it’s to take out the one who brought a gun to a knife fight first. You move to the left, eyeing the wild eyed imp, he licks the barrel of his gun as you approach. Your coworkers seem to have chose. Their opponents, Loona marches angerly toward the one who attempted her throats bisection. Millie flashes her knife to the smiling incubus. It’s a three in three.

Medical bag in one hand scalpel in the other, the two of you stand ready for the others move. Your red feathers ruffle a bit at the sudden spike of adrenaline you feel. He paces in place, mockingly aiming his piece at you.
“Oh, the bird wants to have some more iron in his diet, I can help with that.” He says with a smirk, now taking aim at you. The simple act of aiming makes you feel uneasy. He is salivating, grinding his shark-like teeth together. A rather unnatural bloodlust has taken him.

Your eyes trail toward the others for but a moment.

Millie is focusing on the apparent leader of this small posse of pointless killing. Calmly the incubus crouches a bit, putting the jungle’s blade behind his back. He’s waiting for her to make the first move.

Loona appears to be focusing on the knife wielder. He seems to be looking at her neck longingly. Twirling his blades in hand in preparation for his next possible strike.
You hope she notices what he’s doing. Or can down him quick enough that it won’t matter.

It’d be nice to give your coworkers ideas of where to strike, but you have a feeling they’d simply ignore you, your still practically a stranger after all. So right now all you can do is focus on the patient next in line.

Your eyes return to the imp who is currently talking some serious trash. Let’s see if he can back it up.
——-

What do you do?

>Go for a swipe across his throat, maybe it will kill this time. (Roll for Dex, 1d100)

>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)

>Write in

Have your current status.

Cadaver Murmur aka Archimedes : Lv1

HP 12/12

Avian: +5 int, -3 HP.
Vulture: Dex +5
Back-Alley Doctor: Int +5, Dex+5
Royal Blood: +5 Int, -2 Def.

Str: 5
Int: 20
Def: 3
Dex: 15
Chr:5

>>5599430
>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)
we built for int we are going to use it.

>>5599430
>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)
This will catch him by surprise.

Rolled 47 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5599430
Don't know if we are supposed to roll yet, but if we are, here ya go:

>>5599430
>>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)

Rolled 46 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5599430
>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)
This actually has the best bonuses

>>5599523
>>5599669
damn
what are the odds

is the next gonna be a 45?

Rolled 45 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5599430
>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)

fuck I hope I'm rolling right

>>5599672
>>5599671

hello Nostradamus

>>5599430
>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)
>"Oh how fun, been some time since i got to stretch well... not my muscles. Keep still will you?"

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>5599430
>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)

How do I roll?

>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)

Rolled 20 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5600232
In the options field, type "dice+1d100" If you want to add a modifier to it type "dice+1d100+20" without the quotation marks of course.
>>5599430
>>Carrion control the meat around him. (Roll for Int,1d100)

Rolled 40 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5599519
can't believe i forgot to roll

>>5599523
>>5599669
>>5599672
Sorcery!

Rolled 92 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5600235
Here is my roll

LOL MY FIRST EVER ROLL ON 4CHAN LETS GOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Also how do the rolls get picked exactly? is it the highest by majority vote but ignored if there is a crit?

>>5600829
the highest of seven rolls is what gets picked

So we just spooky skeletoned impaled him with a 112 nice

Boi, why are y'all rolling before the choice of action is locked in
Do y'all not know not to do that

>>5601560
Because it's better than to have to wait a whole ass update just to roll when everyone clearly wants to do a thing

>>5601560
because the Qm has told us too

Should we be worried about the lack of response from the Qm lately? or is it normal for this amount of lack of response time?

>>5603817
He disappears from time to time, don't worry

>>5603822
I mean the last time he disappeared for a bit he came back with a new quest.

>>5603905
Hell if I know dude, been almost a week.

R.I.P Quest

I know the latest episode was pretty fucking gay but that is no reason to kill a quest