International Demon Wrangling Company

[Razuel]

Dr.Haswell tensed up and his hands began to move so fast that they were a blur and almost invisible, "Sorry, Raz, but there's no more sugar coating.".

Down the hallway in the medical bay, inside the room Raz was brig patched up in, the mechanical arms moved fast but with extreme precision and the speed of them caused Raz pain and him to scream out, so loud that it rung all of the way to Haswell's office, but sounded faint.

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Ibi returned with their own blade sticking through his shoulder, heaving and limping. It was clear that he had been outmatched at his last battle.

[Yachiru the unforgiven]

Laurence immediately grabs his gear and heads to the briefing room. As he walks there various clinking noises can be heard from his pack

[Cifero Windtail]

Zephyr nodded and, leaving Haswell to his work, left the room silently, pulling his hat out of his coat and putting it on.

[Razuel]

The mechanical arms lowered Raz onto a grate, detached the pumps from him, and hosed him down and Haswell walked through the door of the chamber, "Feel, ack... better?...", Raz grabbed Haswell by the throat and held him off the ground, "Haswell... I would kill you, and you know I can-", "Please don't.", "but I won't because you restored my powers and brought back Vivian.", Raz put Haswell down and let go of him, "Now... Could you give me my clothing? I'd rather not be nude fighting.", Haswell handed Raz his clothing and assisted it onto him, "Thank you. So, what now?", "You have a new mission, so head to the briefing room.", Raz nodded and they hugged each other, Haswell then stepped back, saluted thwn disappeared in a puff of grey smoke.

Raz then made his way to the briefing room to await orders, a blue flame hanging between his 2 horns on his head.

[Rayleonarde]

Ronnie was scrambling; the summoning obelisk was  one of many ways to get more powerful demons onto the mortal plane. And what was worse was that, if completed, the obelisk would remain for all eternity. There used to be mages, in Ancient Egypt, that knew how to de-activate these structures, but the scripts for those spells were lost. Ronnie sighed, and crushed the stress ball he held.

[Razuel]

A puff of grey smoke swirled beside Ronnie and materialized into Dr. Haswell, "Anyway I can help?"

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, Ibi groaned in pain. He knew that he wasn't about to die, but it still really hurt. He tried to pull out the blade, but he found himself unable.

"C-can I get a little help please?" He called out from the lobby.

[Razuel]

Raz heard the plea for help and he ran out with a first aid kit, "Oh jeeze, do you know where exactly or what exactly it's penetrating in your body? It'd really help when I go to take the thing out."

[Ibi Tanvaal]

"It's my own katana, in my shoulder. I can't say much else because I don't know. Haven't been able to feel my arm for a while though." Ibi said. He would have shrugged, but he knew it would only cause more damage.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zephyr, walking by, noticed that Ibi needed assistance and decided to help as well. "Drink this," he said, offering Ibi a weird-smelling potion. "It'll slow the bleeding so that he can fix you up without worrying about you bleeding out... and don't worry, it tastes better than it smells."

[Razuel]

Raz used a few tools in the kit to keep the wound open and as he did so, he grabbed the katana piece and slowly took it out, as slow and as painless as possible, "Alright, almost there."

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Ibi groaned as the blade slid out of his shoulder. Drinking the strange potion, he shuddered as his blood thickened. Sure enough, the bleeding slowed, but so did the rest of his body. His mind went cloudy as his head began to spin.
"Whuuh in daaa..." He slurred as he rolled onto his back, looking at the cieling. "Oooh... pretty liiight..."


It was very clear that there was something in the potion that had made him incredibly high.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zephyr blinked. "Well, that doesn't usually happen," he murmured. "Must be a species thing, lad," the Scottish voice said.

[Razuel]

Raz got to the last bit and pulled it out, "Wow, quite the along blade, anyways, time for to stitch you up.", Raz removed the tools that kept the wound open and he disinfected the wound then proceeded to stitching it, "Hey, Zephyr? What's that liquid you gave him called?", a haze of grey smoke swirled in and formed Dr. Haswell beside Raz to which he pushed Raz out of the way and continued the stitching, "Ugh, you're doing it wrong.", Raz stepped back and let the doctor continue.