[ Even with the many, many tricks that Warren has up his sleeve, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a full, concentrated blast of hellfire. It would turn him to ash in a moment, so it’s good that Makima acts as swiftly as she does.
The demon barely has time to realize she’s alighted herself on its back when bang. Blood and bits of gore, brain and bone and ashy flesh, go flying as she quite effectively does blow the creature’s brains out. It's a mess but perhaps not as bad as it could be, with the lion’s share of gore cascading across the floor where it sits and sizzles, scorching the wood.
WIth a final shudder, the demon goes still, flames extinguishing, though the heat remains, slow to die.
Warren steps out of his place somewhere on the far side of the room. ]
[Blood and gore goes flying, spraying out in a radius. But Makima, hilariously, has avoided the majority of the viscera. Just a bit of it spatters against her dark pants.
When the life from this demon all but fizzles out, even if the flame lingers, she hitches a hand to one hip, remaining atop it. The other is still holding onto the movie clapper.]
I think it went about as smoothly as possible.
[Nothing bad happened at all! Neither of them got hurt! Well, she assumes.]
[Something above them groans. It's the ceiling. Apparently, this place was not built to last the test of time, neglected as it has been and the excess of movement within has put a strange and impossible strain on the entire structure.
Said ceiling caves in right above Makima's head and--from what Warren can see, anyway--a huge chunk of it unceremoniously tumbles down and crashes right on top of her.]
[ Warren is unscathed, yes. He had the good sense to stay well out of the way of the demons fire and Makima’s theatrics. He has to admit, while he doesn’t much care for the showmanship, there’s no doubting she’s effective at what she does.
And even the theatrics could prove useful. ]
I’m f– [ fine. And there goes a bit of ceiling, crashing down. It takes out his light orb on the way, and for a moment, the room is shrouded in darkness, save the small bits of guttering flame still clinging to the demon’s corpse and some bits of the furniture. Not enough to see by. All he hears is the crash. ]
Makima?
[ Hello??? He sends up another orb and… oh god. Well. They’re really going to test the injury clause in their contract, aren’t they? Thankfully a quick spell is enough to blow the debris off her. ]
[Makima is a lot of things; stronger and more resilient than most being one of them. But she is still very much human-shaped, and thus her anatomy comes with all the nasty human failings -- in this case, that she can't bear the weight of a whole ceiling crashing down, that her bones cannot take the sudden weight of the forces slamming into her.
It's lost in the sound of being blanketed by detritus, but there's a lot of snapping and cracking. It's probably fine!
Anyway, when the dust clears out, there lies Makima's body, her head cracked a little and bleeding, her limbs somewhat twisted in very odd, probably not very pleasant angles. Just give her a moment!]
[ Oh. Hm. Warren has certainly seen worse by way of gore and injury – mostly things that he’s directly responsible for, actually – so that’s probably the least off-putting thing here.
Mostly he’s just morbidly curious to see how this injury transference thing is going to work. Providing it does.
[She just lies there for a few long moments, and if one has middling faith in the power of their contract, one might wonder if she'll heal up at all. That would suck, wouldn't it.
But eventually, she stirs. Blinking up at the ceiling once, twice, and sits up. Bloods runs down the planes of her face, ending with a trickle around her chin.]
That was... badly timed.
[Is she still on top of the corpse of a demon? Well, who cares. One arm is twisted at a bad angle, clearly broken in an inconvenient spot, but there's a nasty snapping noise yet again as it seems to... set itself. Unpleasantly, but her face gives no sign of pain.]
[ She is down long enough that Warren is just starting to wonder whether or not she’s going to get up… and then she does, with relatively little ceremony. Warren’s eyebrows wing up as he watches her slowly put herself back together with all sorts of unpleasant sounds, seeming unbothered all the while. ]
Come on, now. It was a little funny. All that work only to be done in by the ceiling.
[ He moves over to where the duffel back sits and digs out a towel, which he tosses her way. ]
But it looks like the terms of the contract are working as intended.
[ RIP to whoever ends up with this batch of injuries. ]
[She catches the towel with one hand, bringing it up to her forehead to wipe away excess blood.]
You know, I'm not exactly sure what to think about your one instance of amusement-
[Finished with that, she wobbles to a stand, dust falling from her shoulder. She's mostly standing on one leg, actually, while the other twists around and back into place again.]
-centering around me being flattened by the ceiling.
[Her legs back in working order, she nudges a big piece of ceiling away with her foot... then hops down. The demon is still buried beneath the rubble.]
But you're right. I don't want to get hurt too often, or else maybe all the wizards in your community will start asking questions.
[Because, right now, there is already some poor soul(?) who has had their limbs mangled for apparently no reason whatsoever.]
[ RIP to that person, whoever they are. Warren doesn’t particularly care one way or another. ]
No, best we save that reveal for later, should we need it.
[ He’d like to keep that in his pocket, in case someone gets it in their head to take the fight to Warren’s new companion. What’s worse than someone you can’t hurt? Someone you can’t hurt without hurting others, of course. ]
Makima gives one more roll of a shoulder. It lets out a loud crack before she turns and looks at the rubble, then bends over to move a huge piece out of the way, revealing a dead demon beneath.
He glances at the corpse of the demon, then back to Makima. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what the limits to her physical strength actually are, but if she says she can handle it… ]
That should work. It’s going to be a very long drive home, so we should get going.
[She's far from the most physically powerful Devil, but she's nothing to scoff at, either. Still, it's going to be a bit of a comical sight -- which soon becomes clear as she grabs the now-cooled hellhound by the snout and pulls.
Rubble from the ceiling clatters off of its form as its dragged forward.]
Honestly, this outing was more driving than any actual entertainment. [Not really a complaint, but an observation. Still-] But I suppose I should thank you for it, anyway.
[ Oh. Okay. This is happening. Perhaps a giant tract carved through the weeds as if someone were dragging a dead body might be cause for alarm, but by the time anyone chances their way back out here, they’ll be long, long gone. ]
Would you rather still be fighting the demon? Because that’s on you for finishing it off so quickly.
[It's fine. Who's going to come all the way out here anytime soon, anyway?
She will absolutely drag it out until it's free of the rubble altogether, kicking up so much dust in the meanwhile, and pausing just long enough to straighten and hand Warren the clapper she's still been keeping from under her elbow.]
Hold this.
[DO IT, SIR, VERY IMPORTANT]
I said I should thank you, anyway! I'm not complaining. But maybe next time, I'll drag it out and let you fend for yourself more than I did.
[ He takes the clapper without comment, turning to tuck it into the bag with the rest of their supplies. Makima's own little keepsake from their first outing together. ]
I was prepared to take more of an active role, you know. But you were handling things so beautifully— [ despite his eye rolling ] —I thought, why bother?
Once she's out the door, he follows, swinging around the opposite side of the van so he can get to the back doors and tug them open in here. This isn't a refrigerated truck at all, yet the cargo area of the van is noticeably frigid. ]
We could just call you my assistant instead, if you wanted.
[(She's fucking with him.)]
But I'll have plenty of cooking to do after this. I can share a few meals, if you like.
[Warren, too, deserves to indulge in the spoils, even if those spoils are made of demon meat which may or may not sound appetizing to a human.
She's not terribly quick about it, but she doesn't seem too tired when they make it to the back of the van, and lugs the demon inside without issue. She huffs out a little to see her breath coil in front of her.]
[ He just gives her a flat look. There is no way in hell (lol) that he's going to be partaking of demon burgers in the foreseeable future. At least not until they both have a better idea of what consuming demon might do to a wizard. Perhaps they can recruit some poor soul to that cause down the line, willingly or otherwise.
He peers into the back of the van after her. The demon just barely fits. It's a good thing it wasn't any bigger or they'd have an issue. ]
Of course. Do you think I was going to run the risk of letting it spoil?
[What's the worst that could happen, Warren? You'd probably just get a bad stomachache.
Once the demon's situated at the back, Makima will close the rear doors and then make her way around to the passenger's side of the van. She opens he door and sidles her way into her seat.]
Of course not. But your magic is more versatile than I gave it credit for.
[ Or he'd spontaneously combust. It's hard to tell.
In any case, they both hop into the cab to get situated, with Warren starting the van so he can see what kind of maneuvers he's going to have to pull to get them out of here. ]
Oh, that's not my magic. What's going on back there is Elementalism. I called in a favor.
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The demon barely has time to realize she’s alighted herself on its back when bang. Blood and bits of gore, brain and bone and ashy flesh, go flying as she quite effectively does blow the creature’s brains out. It's a mess but perhaps not as bad as it could be, with the lion’s share of gore cascading across the floor where it sits and sizzles, scorching the wood.
WIth a final shudder, the demon goes still, flames extinguishing, though the heat remains, slow to die.
Warren steps out of his place somewhere on the far side of the room. ]
That certainly could have gone worse.
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When the life from this demon all but fizzles out, even if the flame lingers, she hitches a hand to one hip, remaining atop it. The other is still holding onto the movie clapper.]
I think it went about as smoothly as possible.
[Nothing bad happened at all! Neither of them got hurt! Well, she assumes.]
You're not hurt at all, are y-
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Said ceiling caves in right above Makima's head and--from what Warren can see, anyway--a huge chunk of it unceremoniously tumbles down and crashes right on top of her.]
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And even the theatrics could prove useful. ]
I’m f– [ fine. And there goes a bit of ceiling, crashing down. It takes out his light orb on the way, and for a moment, the room is shrouded in darkness, save the small bits of guttering flame still clinging to the demon’s corpse and some bits of the furniture. Not enough to see by. All he hears is the crash. ]
Makima?
[ Hello??? He sends up another orb and… oh god. Well. They’re really going to test the injury clause in their contract, aren’t they? Thankfully a quick spell is enough to blow the debris off her. ]
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It's lost in the sound of being blanketed by detritus, but there's a lot of snapping and cracking. It's probably fine!
Anyway, when the dust clears out, there lies Makima's body, her head cracked a little and bleeding, her limbs somewhat twisted in very odd, probably not very pleasant angles. Just give her a moment!]
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Mostly he’s just morbidly curious to see how this injury transference thing is going to work. Providing it does.
So yes, he’ll give her a moment. ]
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But eventually, she stirs. Blinking up at the ceiling once, twice, and sits up. Bloods runs down the planes of her face, ending with a trickle around her chin.]
That was... badly timed.
[Is she still on top of the corpse of a demon? Well, who cares. One arm is twisted at a bad angle, clearly broken in an inconvenient spot, but there's a nasty snapping noise yet again as it seems to... set itself. Unpleasantly, but her face gives no sign of pain.]
Don't say "comedically."
[Timed. Comedically timed.]
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Come on, now. It was a little funny. All that work only to be done in by the ceiling.
[ He moves over to where the duffel back sits and digs out a towel, which he tosses her way. ]
But it looks like the terms of the contract are working as intended.
[ RIP to whoever ends up with this batch of injuries. ]
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You know, I'm not exactly sure what to think about your one instance of amusement-
[Finished with that, she wobbles to a stand, dust falling from her shoulder. She's mostly standing on one leg, actually, while the other twists around and back into place again.]
-centering around me being flattened by the ceiling.
[UNSURPRISING but she's not offended.]
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[ Said with a mild shrug. He lifts the duffel bag, slinging it over one shoulder. ]
In any case, when you’re finished putting yourself back together, we should get moving before the whole place comes down on our heads.
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[Her legs back in working order, she nudges a big piece of ceiling away with her foot... then hops down. The demon is still buried beneath the rubble.]
But you're right. I don't want to get hurt too often, or else maybe all the wizards in your community will start asking questions.
[Because, right now, there is already some poor soul(?) who has had their limbs mangled for apparently no reason whatsoever.]
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No, best we save that reveal for later, should we need it.
[ He’d like to keep that in his pocket, in case someone gets it in their head to take the fight to Warren’s new companion. What’s worse than someone you can’t hurt? Someone you can’t hurt without hurting others, of course. ]
Are you able to carry that?
[ He means the corpse. ]
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Makima gives one more roll of a shoulder. It lets out a loud crack before she turns and looks at the rubble, then bends over to move a huge piece out of the way, revealing a dead demon beneath.
She's... an average-sized woman at best, so-]
I can drag it to the van.
[Like a big, heavy, demonic sack of potatoes.]
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He glances at the corpse of the demon, then back to Makima. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what the limits to her physical strength actually are, but if she says she can handle it… ]
That should work. It’s going to be a very long drive home, so we should get going.
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Rubble from the ceiling clatters off of its form as its dragged forward.]
Honestly, this outing was more driving than any actual entertainment. [Not really a complaint, but an observation. Still-] But I suppose I should thank you for it, anyway.
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Would you rather still be fighting the demon? Because that’s on you for finishing it off so quickly.
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She will absolutely drag it out until it's free of the rubble altogether, kicking up so much dust in the meanwhile, and pausing just long enough to straighten and hand Warren the clapper she's still been keeping from under her elbow.]
Hold this.
[DO IT, SIR, VERY IMPORTANT]
I said I should thank you, anyway! I'm not complaining. But maybe next time, I'll drag it out and let you fend for yourself more than I did.
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I was prepared to take more of an active role, you know. But you were handling things so beautifully— [ despite his eye rolling ] —I thought, why bother?
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Hm.
[She supposes she'll accept this answer for now.]
Fair enough for now. Your magic will take a more active part after the fact, anyway. Someone needs to cut this thing up!
[Anyway, excuse me sir, she is going to drag this massive corpse past him, taking the easiest route outside and towards the van.]
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[ The sarcasm is palpable.
Once she's out the door, he follows, swinging around the opposite side of the van so he can get to the back doors and tug them open in here. This isn't a refrigerated truck at all, yet the cargo area of the van is noticeably frigid. ]
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[(She's fucking with him.)]
But I'll have plenty of cooking to do after this. I can share a few meals, if you like.
[Warren, too, deserves to indulge in the spoils, even if those spoils are made of demon meat which may or may not sound appetizing to a human.
She's not terribly quick about it, but she doesn't seem too tired when they make it to the back of the van, and lugs the demon inside without issue. She huffs out a little to see her breath coil in front of her.]
Oh, it's cold.
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He peers into the back of the van after her. The demon just barely fits. It's a good thing it wasn't any bigger or they'd have an issue. ]
Of course. Do you think I was going to run the risk of letting it spoil?
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Once the demon's situated at the back, Makima will close the rear doors and then make her way around to the passenger's side of the van. She opens he door and sidles her way into her seat.]
Of course not. But your magic is more versatile than I gave it credit for.
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In any case, they both hop into the cab to get situated, with Warren starting the van so he can see what kind of maneuvers he's going to have to pull to get them out of here. ]
Oh, that's not my magic. What's going on back there is Elementalism. I called in a favor.
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A favor? I assume you have connections to all the “schools” of magic in this world, then?