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Sylin's multiple eyes widened in appreciation of the ancient firearms.

"Ah, now that takes me back... Yes, my weaponry used to resemble those, though a little bit more potent due to a touch of magic to increase it's strength. Back when Lucifer was in command, he always thought it a little strange that I never used magic for almost anything else, shooting wise... such as accuracy, or homing in on my targets. I wanted to improve my skill as I went along, and as long as I gave him results, it didn't matter.

Before I was into firearms, I used to be fairly decent at throwing weaponry. Small blades, daggers, light axes. It was what my kind was originally known for using..."

Dieamos: "I recall you being particularly fond of this certain jagged short spear for a while, until you broke it. It was a dark crimson red in color and... ... You used parts of that and melted it down for your armor, didn't you?"

Sylin simply chuckled.

"The reason I liked that spear was not because it got me kills, but because more often than not it saved me from being sent back to Hell by a good percent."

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Eventually Salanio calmed down, his wounds healing and his fingers no longer drawing blood from his frenzies. He brushed back his hair a bit with a hand, just breathing quietly, staring at the ground. His semi-sanity returned, he looked over at Duran.

"I'm done with my.... 'fit'. Could you let me out.... eh, please?"

His words weren't sarcastic or rude, simply stating a fact in a bit of a neutral voice. His eyes glanced over to Marcha, and idly wondered what she thought of him now, frowning a bit.

Honestly, he was a little surprised he regained sanity so quickly, and didn't intentionally go about trying to kill or hurt someone when his mind was lost. Sure he might've had enough sense not to attack their hosts, or his pack mates, but normally he would've just found another target and went for them, violently tearing them apart or frying them in enough electricity to power a fraction of the very extremely large city they were currently in.

He eyed Duran suspiciously. In a voice quiet enough so that only the fallen angel could hear, he stated....

"You did something to me, didn't you? I wasn't as volatile as I should have been, wasn't as crazed."

He paused, considering something, looking down at his arm, still quietly speaking, mostly to himself this time.

"The crawling in my flesh doesn't bother me as much..."

Sylin sighed just slightly, though he gave out a bit of a short "heh" in response.

"My kind are very, very few in number, possibly in similar straits as the hellhounds. As far as I know, they all use guns, except one. She uses a mystic's metal shard that duplicates itself and hones in on it's victims.

There's probably less than a handful of us less, but perhaps that's just as well. I've seen nearly all of us turn completely bloodthirsty and entirely corrupt. Honestly, I've always been the odd one, save for one or two others that were wiped out in some manner long ago. Maybe they found Heaven? It's so bad, that pretty much all the others I've seen have sworn their allegiance to Heegh willingly. Heegh... doesn't trust them fully though, as he's seen them backstab one another, along with the issues of rarely, if ever, bringing back their victims alive. Possibly why he chose me.

As for my age, I'm rather positive I'm 2,369 years."

Sylin was once again slightly wide eyed at the deadly firepower before him, though he knew it wouldn't be nearly as accurate as a handgun or a rifle. Still, he had managed to read a little bit about this weapon and it's massive output of ammunition. Seeing one in person was wonderful. Rubbing his gloved hands together and noting that Rosemary was gesturing for him to try to pick it up, he tried to heft the weapon up, having a bit of a problem with balance and it's weight... Setting it back down, his form seemed to fuzz out of reality for a moment before becoming clear, and he was more easily able to lift the weapon, aiming down it's sights experimentally, being extra careful to keep his fingers off the trigger.

"This one must be rather amusing to fire off a few dozen thousand rounds with... I would love to try to get my hands on some of these more advanced Limbo firearms to improve my personal arsenal."


The little pac-man like creature snarled, and bumped itself rather harmlessly against Banquo's nose, then tried to pull on the rag again... it was enjoying this form of play for now.

Out of the corner of his eye, Galantros saw the weapon Rosemary had pulled out of thin air and nearly did a double take... That was one gigantic gun.

Wow Rosemary, that's the kind of firepower they've been letting you have? That thing looks like it could tear up Hell in ten seconds flat!

One of the little pac-ghosts, Pinky, floated over to and rested on Adira's shoulder, glancing her over with a concered look. She cleared her throat to get Adira's attention.

"You okay? You seemed troubled for a moment there."

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Salanio nodded solemnly.

"Yes, although I was having one of my... fits... I recall pretty much all that happened and what was said. What you said about Heegh and Hell."

Sal actually frowned at the thought that he might have made Marcha more nervous and anxious around him. For some reason it didn't settle well with him. He thought about what Duran just said and realized that maybe he didn't mind if SHE had it easier than he did, in fact maybe he was rather glad she didn't suffer the extremes that they had.

Rosemary gave Sylin a questioning look. Having never met a whatever he is she didn't really know what he was capable of. I don't really want to run into a real hunger demon and test that theory...

"It took too many incidents before I was allowed to get weapons more powerful than what Bithmar did to my handguns... so I am not entirely sure how you are going to legally obtain such things." She could give him a M.E.R.S. assault rifle just fine though since technically she had the rights on them and was one of the ones to hand a couple over for Limbo to study and distribute them, but she wasn't sure if she was willing to give him weapons yet. She didn't really know or trust him that well. She'd probably have to pull Dieamos aside and ask him his opinion and trust level for Sylin on that since she'd trust the ancient demon's judgment at least... "Actually.....after about that many rounds I tend to want to let my opponents get closer and bash them with the gun in the simulations more than shoot them with it."

Sylin simply cleared his throat as he placed the weapon back down.

"Our kind can choose to enhance either speed or strength alternatively, depending on the circumstances."

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"I suppose it's no worse, given the circumstances. My personal opinion of our "master" hasn't gotten any better though."

Sephiroth didn't require much sleep anymore after not having to near constantly struggle with himself which in the past wore him out into the sleeping habits of a normal person... It could have been also because angels didn't require sleep for their physical well being (mental if they were used to it like Rosemary), or maybe because his mom did it as a sort of a luxury to dream, or because Jiluzix didn't ever sleep.

He knew he got the sleeplessness from one of them because right before and during his time as a madman he didn't need to sleep much except for injury recovery. For the most part he wasn't sure what he got from whom and what genes dominated the others. He did know that his human part apparently made him male, fertility was questionable though, had the hair color of the most misty creature in the vague shape of a woman behind the color fogs that he called mother, and if he couldn't do it anymore, was at least used to be able to fall apart, manipulate people with those parts, and eventually come back together.

He was even doing this up till a couple months ago and basically had two different but the same person existing at once. The him who was trying to recover from the breakdown and the him that was still going through it and more influenced by the immortal part of Jiluzix's more destructive instincts... and now he was back with both mentalities and the instincts of a recovered Fal'Jenul and the Jiluzix... they were often conflicting in the hybrid. Luckily he was granted many ways to keep the latter temptations to a minimum.

It was fortunate he resembled his mom and possibly his human parents and didn't gain the look of Jiluzix... unless he was subconsciously hiding it and actually did have some traits but hid them well.

Now that he was staying awake instead of sleeping and since Abigail had fallen asleep he was contemplating a couple things. One of them, which was overly common, was possession. He had read things worded like possessed with the Holy Spirit which made him wonder if angels were able to possess people in certain ways for periods of time. Aren't some people said to be possessed by demons actually possessed by fallen angels?

His train of thought on this eventually lead him to thinking on how his mother had became a part of him so easily again that one time once they were finally separated. She had did it to heal him quickly and lend him her strength, but he now wondered if she was able to do that with the others he knew so easily or if it was just him because of their obvious resemblances... and she had done this seemingly effortlessly and in no time at all. Even though he was injured and weak it should have taken time to meld but it didn't. If she was able to do it that easily with just him then wouldn't Jiluzix be able to do something similar to him and as easily by breaking off a piece? He's already able to do something like that to his mages right? Only it takes a bit more time...doesn't it? He outwardly frowned at this thought. Though he reasoned that even if it could be done, it wouldn't last for too long since he was confident that somewhere in him was the knowledge on how to make a substance that caused Jiluzix to melt. The stone with that knowledge had vanished somewhere inside him and he was confident it would show up again at the appropriate time.

Nee nodded her thanks to Duran for the coffee and sipped at it. It was bitter. Bitter wasn't bad but Nerissa wasn't sure if she liked it or not. She took another bite of her food....

Nerissa sat at the bar all the while her brother was in his state. She sat still, in thought. She was trying to analyze why she was still sitting there when a feeling stirred underneath the layers of thought and mental barriers. She winced to herself. She had felt this only one time in her life...this was before Heegh had approached her after he was through with her brother for the moment.

The memory shuddered in and out of her consciousness. She was able to take a deep breath to analyze it. What was this? She looked up at her brother. It hit her like a green turtle shell...Concern.

While Duran's chemical compound worked to keep Sal sane, it worked to degrade the emotionless manner Nee had come to know. The cool air of her nature was apparently not fully "her nature"--it was also provided by unnatural means, it seemed. Of course this was all kept from her consciousness.


Nym wore a dark smile. He wasn't noisy because he had nothing to say. He felt like an intruder and yet he fit in. He felt withdrawn and that irritated him. He placed an arm around Nerissa, who sat stiff.

After some time, Nym stood and stretched, glancing to his mate, finding that she didn't notice. He rolled his eyes and walked to the other room, snatching a book from the table. He returned with in, taking a seat again. It seemed as if Nym liked reading.

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Daphne yawned, knowing she would be on edge if she stayed up much later (Just like Veni and Ma Jianshen). She dragged Cian along with her, although he was more able to stay up and keep it cool than she was.

Daphne curled up in one of the makeshift beds as Cian lied down as well. He wrapped an arm around her pulling her closer to him. He knew it wouldn't hurt her in the least. Unlike Jacob, Daphne was a vampire as well and could thus take the strain of Cian's hold.

Adira was pleasantly meditating on the games she learned. Her favorite so far was Poker...the ghosts had quickly abandoned the game when they discovered the game was easy for an empath.

She didn't notice that she'd fallen asleep--cards in hand and sitting up in a chair until someone said her name and she jolted awake. Her cards went flying as her body jumped. "Isitmyturnalready!?" She exclaimed, groggy.

Adira blinked as she noticed where the ghosts' eyes were drawn. She looked up and noticed Eztli looking at her as if he'd just said something and was waiting for an answer. Wait what? When did he get back? Adira tried to organize her sleep-disoriented mind. It was extremely difficult. Finally, after about a complete minute, in which her eyes stayed on Eztli, expression blank she found her voice.
"W-" Adira cleared her throat, "What did you say?"

Banquo flatly refused to transform himself. He found his other side limiting. For one, he couldn't command his element without the aid of his weapon. It was frustrating to have to rely on a tool.
Ophelia refused as well, agreeing with her mate. She found her human form clumsy. After walking on two legs, who honestly felt as if it were more stable than four legs? The hounds were currently in the kitchen...degrading their kind by sitting by the food, begging.

Sephiroth had turned on the TV at a relatively low volume to the a history channel. When the Dinosaur Train or some other PBS show he didn't mind came on, he'd switch it over for Muerte who secretly liked such programs. Dinosaur Train was at least had some things he hadn't really read about so it was somewhat interesting.