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"Perhaps it was merely an alert to notify someone that we are back."

Sephiroth glanced at the current company after Jacob suggested for him to be a battery. He wasn't sure he wanted to do that in front of everyone. He hadn't bothered flashing his wings in front of Adira unless he showed up in a hood, Sylin shouldn't have known, and he wasn't sure if anyone told Dieamos about their little adventure. He reasoned that they'd find out eventually anyways so he drew his sword and became a 'battery' and sat.

"Mmph, peanut butter. Thanks!"

Blinky took his time nibbling at the cookie treat, while nodding at what Rosemary said.

"Next time we will then... It was almost like we were provoked to attack with that essence in here though."

Finishing his cookie, the little ghost hovered in front of Adira and her hounds, looking a little healthier now since he had his snack and since Jacob was rather busy using holy energy and some of his own necrotics to weave symbols in the air, transfusing energy essence back into the THoR spirits.

"Hello, you must be the new people come to visit. I'm Blinky."

Muerte considered Sephiroth's response about the strange magical essence being an alert.

"Hopefully that is all that it was."

Eventually, the ghosts were all returned to THoR, the pac-ghosts looking different stages of tired depending on the order they had been pulled back out of unconsciousness. Further inspection showed that a number of the cameras had been damaged, or alarms had been defeated in one manner or another.

Sylin, once he had checked out the house with the others in places he was allowed, and gotten a basic idea of the floor plan for future strategies, was now killing time by maintaining one of his weapons. The wicked looking handgun he had was partially disassembled, revealing that it was indeed part organic and alive, along with all the metallics that made it up. Finishing putting it back together, he made sure the weapon was loaded and the safety on, before putting it back in it's holster, then absorbing it back into his body.

"Is there a firing range and perhaps a training room of some manner in the vicinity?"

"You can use our hologamer for that. I've been upgrading it's parts steadily over the months...

"Ah, of course, that would work well enough." He then glanced over at Rosemary in thought, a moment later speaking his mind.

"There has been a curiosity tugging at my mind, Rosemary, since I saw your skill at the firing range... and in this day and age with technologies such as the.... 'holo-gamer'... There's a chance I can satisfy that." She could most likely tell he was grinning behind that mask of his. "At your leisure, would you accept a challenge of a gunfight? Perhaps it would be useful in sharpening our skills and preparing for what may lie ahead...."

(A comment to Brooke's post: not Marcha's fault it's her time XD)

As Sal was wearing a pair of HIS pants, no longer had the tattered shirt on, and decided to laugh as he walked past him, Duran put his hand behind the hounds head and forced him to lean forward. Upon seeing the freshly healed scratch marks on Sal he said, "surprising." He wasn't referring to how quickly they healed either.

He released the hellhound and let him rock back and ruffled his hair with his hand a little and said, "she is right. I should have offered a change of clothes. Come, let us finish the look."

He took Salanio into his room with Marcha following behind and closed the door out of habit and got him a shirt and told him to put it on. He then told him to look at the closet mirror. Once he did so, Duran put his hands flat on his back and said, "I am sure you have seen many pictures and people wearing various types of clothing despite your short time here. Now picture yourself wearing something you would like to wear, but it has to require the same amount of cloth or less as what you currently have on."

"You are lucky those were metal buttons on that shirt but one would think a collar is the last thing you would want to wear... It's missing something, do you think so Marcha?"

She made a whining bark sound. "I think so too..." He bent down and started to scratch behind her ears and her back occasionally moving his hand over her belly and watched Salanio the whole time. "Bracers or bracelets?"

Again she reacted. "Bracers it is then!"

Salanio got some hard basic bracers and while he worked to put them on Duran sat back and pet Marcha, who was watching the show, while he watched him fumble with tying it.

Duran's expression didn't change, but he hid one of his hands behind Marcha as he flexed it in and out of a fist and his voice remained the same as he said, "thoughts about escaping Heegh are dangerous if he has grown better at detecting them. Maybe if your job is done well, he may let you out more often. Not likely, but possibly. He has been slightly different lately. Or maybe he hopes you are killed. I would not be surprised. He killed all the others that were left when he became Satan. What are you thinking about? Did you want to pet her too? If she does not stop you, you are free to. What do you know about the dogs out here?"

Duran resisted laughing and it showed not at all on the outside, tell Sal what he thought of Heegh? Having the hound say out loud what he was thinking was not worth that at all.

"Look at how happy she looks. Normally I ask her to do things for me instead of telling her to. I have had her demonstrate things and teach you things in hopes that you would decide to not look down upon her as a lesser creature despite her lack of certain capabilities. We both were concerned that you three would pick on her, but she says she enjoyed her day today which tells me you were all well behaved. I thank you for that at least. I saw the healed scratch marks on your back and your lack of fowl mood which means she had a really good day... which is surprising considering the impression you give and the way you keep looking at me even though I have yet to do anything other than nice to you as long as you follow my rules."

"Normal dogs do not live as long as you have already. They are capable of learning tasks, tend to be very loyal to their person especially if the owner is good to them but this is not always the case, love to play, and are good company. Marcha is essentially from normal stock, with a more developed and advanced brain than any in her breed, yet is still not as good as yours, and is a couple years older than you."

"As for your question: I suppose you are referring to the fact that Heegh kept us locked up and under his foot for quite some time and unable to function very well. Well it seems that somewhat recently he discovered that he was really ******** himself over by keeping us trapped in that dark little pit and not allowing us to do our original job which is tempting people, societies, and worlds to turn their back on God and end up with him. The best way to do this is to live among people in the living realm. He might want to destroy the universe and kill everything he sees, but even he is not powerful enough by himself to do that with only demons."

"So here I am once again as it was before Heegh doing my job, this time blending in as an animal doctor who is currently on call status meaning I could be called in at any moment to do my job. Heegh has been gracious enough to not blow my cover by dragging me back down there since I may be in front of people even at night."

"I was actually in Hell a week ago after leading Heegh to what I thought to be a potentially useful informant. He did not know the specific information that Heegh wanted, but he still seemed somewhat satisfied on what he discovered."

"There is not a thing one can do against the truth once it becomes apparent no matter how much one lies to oneself. If one fails enough they must accept and seek an alternative or else they will keep failing."

He kissed Marcha on the top of her head to see how Salanio would react. He then began to grin when the trigger was released and he knew they were home, but not necessarily who was there. "How much time do you have? When are you supposed to meet Sylin again?"