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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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?