Wu felt a bit of enjoyment at watching the suffering of their priest as she rolled about between the undead, burning them with her 'holy presence' or whatever. Wu wanted to complete these missions as fast as possible then get back to base. Every moment she spent talking with these things was another moment she was stuck in her own body. The thought of sitting around and talking certainly made a feeling of frustration start to build.
"Does that mean we are giving up on our mission to remove the threat?" Wu asked, directing her question towards Rikka.
The yazatan man quickly had the smile wiped from his face as both he and the angle beside him were knocked to the floor by the very same priestess, which provided them all a good view of yet another interesting character, the witch who was probably running the show.
Although Dante could well have described viz as hot, smoking hot even, he didn't mean it literally and certainly didn't want to be the one receiving the heat like this. With Viz once again buring him he took the executive decision of grabbing her by the collar and seam of whatever robes she was wearing to toss her off him before he could be burnt anyfurther. The devil would've liked to 'corrupt' the priestess but if it meant burning to a crisp he'd have to put it on standby until he could find some all mighty suncream.
Once free of his incredibly useful squad-mate Dante pushed himself to his feet and dropped his helmet in his best attempt at non aggression, hoping that if nothing else the undead would like him more than his teammates did on account of his unholy nature, if not he would be resigned to his fate of most hated. He turned back to rikka who seemed to still be on he floor and offer a hepping hand because at least she didn't burn him when they touched.
Her voice fell back to edged normalcy as she looked up at the witch of a person. She felt her beauty but was far from oblivious. She had heard stories of darker-souled elves of yore who used human sacrifices to increase their own life, or some that had raised armies from graveyards with unholy magic she'd only barely understood. Both options she found plausible, and the witch was the prime suspect.
"Answer the angel's question."
Royama could barely contain her curiosity. This was going to be good
Though the broom riding Caster smiled at first, she didn't reply. At least, not right away as she watched the squad's antics.
"Giving up the mission? NEVER!" Viz defiantly bounced back onto her feet on hearing Wu's heretical suggestion. Dusting off her Taianese made bodysuit, she added, "We're closer than ever to the source of this unholy madness! We can't turn back now!" Looking at the broom rider, the heavily armed and militant priestess pointed at Kikyo. "The Edgy Catgirl is right! Did you - " the moment she addressed the other woman however, her voice began to falter and slow. " - you...one of The Six...The Caster...sometimes necromancer...um. Did, er, you...raise everyone?" The pleasant smile that the witch-hat clad woman somehow felt like it was growing wider despite her pleasant lips staying the same.
"Me? Raise the dead? Maybe?~~~" the broom rider finally answered, all too playful with them. "Or, maybe, the living were doing such a poor job of running the city that the dead were turning in their graves?" The Caster suggested. Slowly floating down to the ground across from them on her broom, she and The Barbarian flanked The Leader, with The Archer still distant atop the hill, four of them in total. "I think there's another way to put them all to rest, if you're all willing to lend me a hand?" Looking at the party's priestess, she added, "It'll be easy Miss Istennő. No fighting, or getting thrown around like a Holy Handgrenade. All you need to do is escort someone over to this city's Earl."
"Never! There's no negotiating with the undead or Necromancers!" Turning back to the group, she jabbed a finger at the woman and the corpses beside her. "We should purge them!"
"Why, so you can turn him too and let this blight spread uncontrolled?" Rikka looked to the others as she swung her sword up to again point at the witch.
"She just admitted to raising the dead! She is the cause of the undead! Do you think this is still a good idea to listen to her? To talk with her? As we speak she could be raising unspeakable abominations that we can't stop!"
"Ready to blow them up when you're ready Kikyo."
"Rikka, be a dear and keep a proper eye on our archer friend." The Doctor said out loud to the Angel, motioning off in the back towards the open door, "Just in case." She explained to their brand new magical friend, "Who is it you're wanting us to escort- and why do we have even the slightest reason to trust you? I'd really suggest we resolve this quickly as we possibly can."
The Zombie in question, Frank, started grunting and moaning, his hands and arms moving quickly, and Jayden shook her head. "I know that the wall was damaged, but remember what I said when we started. Clear the damage, but ask before you start kicking out walls," She said, finally letting off a smile. "Ah, I can't stay mad at you Frank," She said, looking up to see the rest of the group. "You and the others start cleaning this up, but leave the walls alone! We don't want anyone getting killed, got it?" She asked. Frank nodded, grunting to the rest of the Zombie crew as they started picking up the remains of the building, and piling them off to the side.
Jayden approached everyone else with a wave. "Hey, guys! I thought we were supposed to be helping?" She asked, stopping a few feet away, closer to the undead than to her actual squad. "I mean, they can certainly use it! They don't even understand what a support pillar is! We've been non-stop at this and we haven't even made a dent!" She said, looking over the other big zombies. "Oh... Hey, there are more of you guys! Do any of you have a way to get a hold of Thatcher? That shady guy? I've been trying to tell him the cobble work on 6th street is done but none of my runners have gotten back to me yet. Can't get a reliable runner it seems. Some people's children, am I right?"
"Oh my, so many theatrical dummies, I'm hurt!~" the buxom witch remarked, playfully pretending to swoon in distress at their accusations and threats of violence. However, as one of the nearby buildings collapsed, only for Jayden to stumble out, she laughed.
"Tiddy-cat, you're back!" Viz exclaimed.
"I think your companion got lost," the broom riding caster explained to the squad. Turning her attention to the prodigiously tall Jongwu, the woman gestured for her to come over with a gloved hand. "Don't worry about Thatcher or building more things, come join your friends. I was just going to explain how they could help fix everything up." Addressing them all as a whole, she picked off where she left off. "Long story short, the person I want you to escort over to the Earl...is his mother. She did a fine job building up this city - I was there - but it seems that he's quite the spoiled brat and never grew out of it. So, he needs to be put in his place. None of you like the idea of a place getting gentrified, the rent being driven sky high, and the poor being chased into slums, do you?" the necromancer rhetorically asked. "This used to be a nice neighborhood before he started putting all the money into his favorite side of the river too," she offhandedly remarked, surveying the area.
True to her word, it did look like the place had seen better days.
"As for why you should trust me, it's not so much a leap of faith, is it? After all, the boys and I didn't attack first," the broom riding caster pointed out, gesturing to her undead. The archer on the hill behind her, and the two fighters by her side. "So, what do you say? We'll go back to our graves once this neighborhood is cleaned up, and the people are able to live nice, peaceful lives."
"Or we can just purify your bubble-butt and clean up the 'hood after!" the party's priestess exclaimed. "Don't listen to her guys! She might have the bodies of several legendary heroes on her side that had toppled entire demonic armies in their heydays and is even one of their number, but we have technology! And lasers! And an angel! We should just wipe them out right now!"
"Would you just shut the fuck up!?" Jayden asked, turning to the blue haired bimbo. "What the hell is wrong with you? Every time we encounter anyone who isn't Taianese, you just immediately go on the offense," the large cat growled. "Is that your thing? If you don't understand, shoot it?" She asked, then at everyone else. "Are we seriously going to react to everything we encounter with violence?"
"Let's just take the damn woman to the earl, after all if it works well fix the problem and if it don't then you get to purge evil" he sneered back over his shoulder to the bluenette as he scratched part of his horn, a nervous habbit he developed when he wasn't welcome, a familiar feeling for some reason.
In the back of his mind he thought 'well worst case scenario I die sandwiches between two sexy people.'
"She either killed them, or forced them out of their homes for some stupid reason like she was unhappy with how the town was run, and we aren't going to put a stop to this?" The Angel narrowed her eyes a little at Royama then to the tall new comer.
It was time to put on her big girl panties.
"We're done arguing about it. We'll do the escort, and before anyone asks me to explain myself- the answer is 'because I said so'. If you have a problem with the decision I've made- keep it to your damn self." She pointed a finger at the Witch, sassily keeping one hand on her hip for added effect, "Although, if you're misleading us in any way- the leashes come off and we'll return happily to our employer without any lost sleep after we reduce you and yours to smoldering piles of ash. Just so there's no confusion or anything."
"But, but!" Viz began at Jayden. "Sakamoto said Ellie was a predamatory lifeborne! And come on! Zombies! Even you space people deal with lots of those! Like, those poor people in the mall..." the blue haired priestess quailed at the thought.
Though the group was still quite divided, it was clear where the wind was blowing. The fact that they hadn't outright attacked was good enough for the broomstick riding woman to press her advantage. "Well, the handsome young man here is quite right - you could always come back later if you're unhappy with the results," she pointed out. "Besides, I'm more under the impression you took the guild's request more to put your foot in the door than to actually get the reward, so it's no problem for you either way. I'm sure once I'm done here, the people will appreciate their new housing situation as well," the buxom caster added. Raising a hand and snapping her fingers, the group heard a groan from behind them.
"Uuugh. Young whipper snappers," an old woman began to complain. Dressed in black, a veil concealing her face and her hands wrapped in gloves, the elderly woman had her curled up fists on her hips, a purse clutched in one hand menacingly enough that they could feel that she wanted to swing the bag at them. "Can't get a moment's rest! The next generation is a bunch of slackers I told my husband, but no! He wouldn't listen! Doted on our boy and spoiled him rotten." The ominous figure shook her veiled head and sighed. "Oh, just listen to me complain! Well, it's not really your problem," she admitted, suddenly sounding like someone's sweet and doting grandmother. "Well, don't be shy, lead the way! The sooner we get this done and over with, the sooner we can fix everything!' the aged matriarch urged the squad on, gesturing them towards the keep in the distance.
"Hey, let me help you," Jayden smiled, trying hard to not be intimidating as she knelt down and let the woman onto her shoulder, if she agreed. Regardless of if the matriarch agreed, she stood up and looked at the rest of the squad. "We should get this done quickly. The faster we get to the keep, the faster we can be done with all these problems and we can know who the real enemies are. After seeing this side of town though, I think I already have my mind's made on who the real problem is."
"And what happens when we take her to the guild? Will they dock our pay because now they have to kill her themselves? They certainly didn't offer a reward for live capture. Their preference for getting rid of the undead and whoever is causing it seemed pretty clear." Wu said over the squad's radio, wanting to keep the communication between them, rather than cluing in the flying old woman into what she was thinking.
"And if more die because you wanted to play at oesce eith the undead, I trust you'll take responsibility." The tone in her voice didn't really lend much to the idea that her sense of responsibility was a simple tongue lashing. Regardless, Rikka turned and waited to be led off, still armed and still ready to attack at a moment's notice.
He swaggered over to the corpse with a beaming smile in that stereotypical cassa nova way that really wasn't his style, but when the situation calls he can pull it off, luckily for him old ladies usually like to be flirted with byou men their grandsons age. With a short bow he greeted the woman. "Hello ma'am, it seems we're taking you to your son, would you allow me to escorts a beautiful woman such as yourself?" He tried his luck putting in his most suave smirk and exaggerating what little accent he had.
On the back of the devilishly handsome fellow a pair of wings began to properly grow from the small and pathetic couple they had been into their 5 meter regular span of bat like wigs that made the male seem far larger than he had been just a moment ago.
“There you are! Sorry I’m late, I had a uhh…” Brigid started, trailing off when she noticed the angel. “A quick meeting with a priest to… pray for us all.” She finished. Brigid's burgundy hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her skin was fair with small freckles dotting her skin here and there. In the tight body armor she wore her curvy figure was noticeable. She had round, deep-set blue eyes and an oval face with high cheekbones and pointed ears.
A puff of fire and smoke obscured her for a moment and when it cleared her appearance had humanized. Her fangs and claws were replaced by human nails and teeth, and her black bat-like wings disappeared completely. Only her pointed ears remained making her look like an elf. She gave everyone a charming smile. “So, what are we doing?” She asked innocently.
She turned her head to Brigid and motioned towards the rest of the group. "Follow, join the escort ahead." She let her gesturing hand fall but kept her hand on Rikka's until she gave any notion of either listening to her or just pushing it off of her. Either would be a tell to her.
In the back of her mind, Kikyo was already thinking of the some of the general outcomes. It was obvious the undead were just that. Un-dead. They were not malicious, at least not anymore. Something caught her off the longer and longer she looked at the Witch. She didn't belong. Her personal bet was that she raised them or used them to make herself look so pristine. She knew not of this world's magic so she stayed quiet at the back of the party.
City Square -> Barricade
"Good luck!" the broom riding enchantress waved them off. As they turned to leave however, the squad's Lollipop Saber stooped low.
"Oh, you didn't have to!" the black-veiled grandmother exclaimed. Hoisted up by Jayden, the ancient matriarch felt like almost nothing at all. Sitting on top of the Jongwu's shoulder, she might as well have been a few pillows stacked there. Peering down at Mac though, her black eyes seemed to faintly shine at him from behind the veil. "Well, I most certainly shouldn't be alive right now, but with the miserable mess of things - " the old woman gestured to the slums around them, " - there was no way we were going to rest peacefully! Sky high rent? No renter protections? Declining standards? Just look around, this used to be a nice neighborhood," she pointed out to them. True to her words, it was clear that something had been lost in the place around them. It wasn't built shoddy, but had in fact seen better days, and as something was lost, the whole place declined. She wasn't too happy with Dante however. "Bah! Don't even bother, you devil. I'm too old for that."
"I still say we should have taken them on," Viz pouted. "Ugh, I can't believe we have to deal with another devil THOT too!" she moaned at Brigid's arrival. "Just get in line, we're delivering the package," the priestess pointed her finger at the old veiled woman, who replied,
"You should be thankful you didn't try - you didn't have the high ground," the old crone pointed out. "More importantly, stay away from Thatcher. He's the enemy of all women, be they human, elvish, monster or devilish - he'll snatch your clothing right off you with those sticky fingers of his when you aren't looking! I'm certain that even now he's stalking you all, eying your young, nubile - "
"HALT! Who goes there?" By now, the squad had arrived at one of the barricades partitioning off the undead occupied slums from the rest of the city, a man-at-arms climbing atop it to challenge them.
"Shaddaup and let us through you twat!" Viz shouted, shaking her fist. The man's face soured as he murmured something about it being Viz and shut his faceplate.
"We have a dangerous necromancer with us that has been raising the dead." She explained to the guard, seeing a way she could talk the guards into shortening their mission for them if only they'd attack the thing they had been sent here to kill in the first place, "Very dangerous, even around living people. We want to take her through the unprotected parts of the city to the guild hall."
She considered if this would be enough to goad the guards into doing their job for them... after all she wasn't here to sort out some local zoning crisis she was here to just finish this mission and get on with her life.
"... and if the necromancer right there dies, then all the other undead go away."
“I would prefer to bring up the rear for now. But if you insist.” Brigid replied to Kikyo, She took her appointed place in the procession in front of the two, choosing to walk beside the other Yazata. The old lady’s warning had her on alert. She couldn’t wait for this apparent clothing thief to try to steal her clothes off her back.
She wondered why this priestess was acting nothing like a priestess. The comments from Wu seemed to contradict what the others had been saying. She didn’t know what was going on, so she just watched.
from behind the visor of his helmet he began sizing up the guards in case he would have to step up to defend the team. "orders Viz?" he asked slightly irritated sounding.
Either way the Yazatan male stepped away from the spot near the barricade where he had landed, approaching the necromancer and flying up to be level with wherever she was, hoping to provide a bit of a meat shield for the woman. "So since you killed a whole lot of demons in your day apparently, you got any tips for me on how not to get killed? Seems quite possible with some people around" he finished by clearing his throat as he looked down to the blue haired woman causing trouble.
"This woman is no danger, and if she is, I will deal with her." The Angel's wings were still out and on full display, as she stared the guards down then turned her eyes on the others in her group. While she was loathe to allow an undead wander so freely, or any of the others they had left behind do the same, she had given her word and she would carry out her promise. It was what kept Angels above the mortals, she stayed true to her word and never broke it. At least that's what she saw in her head...
"What are you talking about? That's not the necromancer!" Viz angrily exclaimed at Wu. "That's just the filthy undead that the necromancer wants us to deliver!" Hearing Mac pay attention to her, she immediately shouted, "Purge the heretics! Burn the witches! You know the drill!" the busty priestess ineffectually waved her arms about.
"I have many mixed feelings," the commanding officer admitted, his armor clanking as he made to look at them all. "Some devils? And apparently an undead in your party? Huge beastwomen?" the man at arms shook his head as though to try and clear his head. "Well, at least your highness appears unsullied," he gestured at Rikka. "I believe I need a moment. This is much to take in." Despite this though, the others quickly took the spotlight off of the priestess as the biggest of their bunch attacked. Wu quickly fell as Jayden kicked her in the back of the knee, but the moment the smaller of the two fell, she was punted through the air. The man-at-arms recoiling in terror as the poncho wearing soldier slammed into the wooden barricade. Though the suit hardened, distributing the blow across her body, Wu found herself blinded as the poncho got over her face as she lay upside down, legs in the air against the rampart.
"By Agmar's Hammer!" the man-at-arms exclaimed, hurriedly raising the faceplate of his helmet to reveal a sweaty face red with disbelief. He had lived a frugal life as the Saint-King had decreed, eschewing wenches and monotony for a life of glorious soldiery, but now, everything in doubt. The others, they were speaking to him many reasonable things of course. But they all sounded so distant as to make it surreal. The strange foreigners dressed in even stranger armor that stuck to every curve of their feminine bodies - he ignored the men of course - was enough trouble for his conscience, but now? Now he stared down at Wu. A Wu that had was laying on her back, legs up against his barrier and her concealing poncho uplifted as to obscure her head, but not the rest of her. "Those things! They're absolutely giant!" the man let out in an outburst of near-panicked disbelief. Wiping his brow with a handkerchief, the man-at-arms turned and fled. Behind the ramparts, the squad could hear the other local soldiers turn into a panic and flee themselves as they watched their commanding officer run for the chapel.
"You know. I didn't want to be judgemental of you kids and your funny clothing, but I think I have to say something," the old woman on Jayden's shoulder began. "Maybe you lot should cover up? Just a little bit more? She at least tried to," the old crone gestured at Wu.
"We have two tiddy cats?" Viz opened her mouth confused.
Stadt der Anfänge,
Having flown back towards the City Square, Dante was oblivious to the goings on with the rest of the squad. However, the moment he spoke, he regretted it. Eyes settled on the Necromancer, he realized that something else was going on. She had floated back down towards the ground, and her back was turned to him, as well as were her guards, their attention fixed to something else entirely.
"If you could offer something more worthwhile than the Lord of this city did, I will let my soldiers continue on their way with helping you instead," a familiar deadpan voice spoke. Hearing Dante however, they all turned to face him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, did you say something?" the nice looking necromancer smiled at the young man. Her undead champions menacingly clenched their weapons.
"If we would just destroy what we came here to destroy we would be finished already," Wu stated, pulling her Poncho back down over her bodysuit as fast as she could so that she was once again covered up.
It seemed the moment had passed, with everyone wanting to move on... but Wu was still quite incised with Jayden, "We'll settle this later... but the next limb of yours that touches me is getting shot off even if we're still in the middle of... 'this'." She'd gesture vaguely to the goings on around them before returning her attention to Jayden, "Consider yourself Lucky I've taken a harder pounding from people a quarter of your size."
It occurred to her that somebody had wandered off. She counted everyone silently and found she was right. "The Halifeli nut guy is missing. Are we going to look for him or just continue?" Brigid asked.
"right Royama, shouldn't we be getting this show on the road preferably with less distractions?" he said the last part glancing at Wu.
Fan Mei Xing had been quiet for the entire mission thus far, not wanting to make an even bigger fool of herself after the incident with the pink-furred liger during her last assignment. Characteristically, she did her duty without complaint as the group cut a bloody path through the legions of undead in the streets before finally arriving at the city square and meeting the broom-riding witch. At that point, Mei Xing felt her social energy reserves dwindling by the second as an intense argument transpired regarding whether or not to escort the old lady or to simply purge the undead. The simple act of listening to the group made her want to rip her fluffy ears from her skull and let them naturally (and painfully) regenerate over the course of a month. Nevertheless, by some miracle, Mei Xing managed to drudge up the will to continue her silent endurance of the semi-dysfunctional squad.
However, Kikyo’s purposeful display of leadership made it all the more easier for Mei Xing to bear. For almost the entire mission, Mei Xing had been staring longingly at the violet-haired cat girl, even when her own helmet was shifted to transparent mode, allowing people to see her creamy-toned features. She also had eyes for the tall Yazata woman, who had a particularly sexy tattoo on the back of her neck.
Regardless, no matter how bored she got, Mei Xing did not think she would ever have any attraction for furries, unless under extreme duress or subjugation...
Royama chewed on her cheek for a few moments- thinking intently on the crone's words with a hand on her hip, "You make a fair point- but I'd rather not spare the time to try and rummage around for something to throw on. I'll put the word in with Sakamoto that it would probably be rather helpful for us to have something a little less body-tight to put on over these." She gestured up and down her own body- lingering for a moment at her almost too-large thighs that the material squeezed at almost tight enough to reveal the muscle underneath in detail, "We might as well be waltzing around in our underwear to the locals. I'm pretty sure at some point one of those zombies covered her child's eyes. It'd behoove us to have something else to wear in social situations, to say the least, and all of these missions seem to turn into us interacting with the public. I was not prepared to be the leader of this little parade we're about to put on through the city." The Shàngděng Bīng noted out loud- before turning her attention to Wu, "If I have to talk to you one more time I'm going to put you in time out. The same goes to any of you that say anything stupid, violent, or just otherwise annoying. If you think I'm kidding do it. Try me. We're going to be polite to one another for the remainder of this mission- at least as long as I'm in charge. This isn't a daycare- and I'm sure as hell not a nursery worker. So get your asses in gear and lets get a move on- and try not to make a scene."
The Doctor began to walk ahead, motioning to the squad to do the same before she paused and turned on her heel to point at Viz, "You, C'mere." She pointed at the ground right beside herself, "You're going to come over here and hold my hand for the remainder of the mission- but only because I don't have one of those teddy-bear-backpack leashes to put on you so don't get any weird ideas or make a dumb comment about it."
Barricade -> Lord's Keep
As the group bickered and quarreled amongst each other, Viz initially watched, her interest firmly held by their hi-jinks. However, as they all came to settle and therefore get boring, motion at the perimeter caught her attention. A zombie holding a picket sign reading 'Fair Wages!' had wandered over, most likely from a previous protest judging by a few other similar signs scattered on the ground. Of course, Viz didn't put those clues together at all. "Oh wow!" the blue haired priestess haughtily laughed at it. "You think you're people!" Grabbing a stick, she started prodding at it much to its groaning dismay. "Next thing you know, you're gonna say stuff about bringing down the bourgeoisie and redistributing wealth or something!" At that moment however, Royama called out to her. "Fiiiiiine!" she sighed, marching back over to the good doctor's side. At being told they had to hold hands however, she cried out, "But I don't wanna!"
Despite her pouting though, she didn't defy the woman's order and did just that.
"Well, in truth, I thought you one of the lion people from far to the south by the great desert," the veiled hag replied to Jayden. "I would say it is easier to reveal your identities as part of this 'Tai Pan' entity when you wish, rather than always announcing it by dressing so queerly," she added. "But don't mind me, I'm just an old woman with old fashioned ideas." Passing the barricade, it quickly became clear that they had just exited the wrong side of town and had entered its more affluent district. Despite this though, the streets were mostly empty, the residents having fled due to the mere proximity of the undead. "A shame this hasn't gone as smoothly as we had hoped," the old hag noted. "The undead are feared everywhere, and often, with good reason." Marching through the town, Viz occasionally pulled on Royama's hand like it were a leash, demanding to grab a candied apple or cake left behind at nearby venues, but pressing on, they soon arrived at the keep, a daunting monolith of grey stone and final bastion within the walls.
"Halt!" Nearing the portcullis of the final walls surrounding the monolithic keep, several men at arms quickly marched out, their halberds held out at the ready. "By the lord's command, you shall not pass!"
Stadt der Anfänge,
"Oh, is that it?" the nice necromancer coyly asked. "Well, for starters, having better timing would help. I've seen a many devils arrogantly go wherever they please, only to be promptly reminded of just how mortal they are," the buxom caster replied. Taking her sparkling gaze off of Dante however, she then glanced at Sif. "Is he a problem by the way?" the woman asked.
"It depends," came the snowy haired Tigress's response, the necromancer's two beefy bodyguards flexing their rotting biceps in anticipation. "I think he came here to you because he had indecent thoughts in his mind. He won't stop glancing at your cleavage," Sif pointed out. Lie or not, the thought of his male gaze sent a wave of shock through the busty caster.
"Oh my!~" she exclaimed, a sly, almost predatory smile on her lips. "Is this true?" the woman asked.
"Seems to be a good point to wearing my armor now. My mother told me mortals tend to have wandering gazes." Rikka admitted a look into her past a little. But as Dante was brought up, the glowing blue eyes under her hood rolled in place. "Leave the devil to his fate, if he can't stay with us and needs to run off to his death, it makes my job easier. Let's just get this over with already."
Barricade to Lord’s Keep
Mei Xing took position at the rear of the squad, taking in the sight of the few idle zombies who went about their day as if they were regular people who were not dead. Although she still did not fully understand what had happened to trigger the awakening of the dead, Mei pitied the ones who were seemingly harmless. No doubt theirs was an existence of perpetual suffering, with no prospects or hopes for an improvement to their circumstances. The living reviled them and their dead compatriots were in an active state of decay.
In truth, killing them was an act of mercy.
As the squad approached the portcullis of the walls, the vibration from the heavy steps of a formation of men-at-arms filled Mei Xing’s ears before she saw them emerge from the castle. As a precautionary measure, she placed her other hand beneath her rifle as the group of soldiers marched out of the castle, though she knew that there was little on Gygaxia that could present a real threat to her or any of her squad mates.
I don’t recall the witch telling us about angry soldiers. Mei Xing silently communicated via her squad’s secure wireless network. Are we going to kill them or...entertain their delusions?
Quickly after he caught himself on he looked back up to the woman reflecting her sly gaze with his own, ready to deliver the only pick up line he knew "if I was staring at your cleavage would you hold it against me?" And right after mentally scoring himself 'Perfect, just like dad taught me, guaranteed success and everything' or at least that was what he would've thought in good conscience if he wasn't turning on his radio to contact the rest of the squad, hoping they'd understand as he turned to look back over to the tigress.
"Oh and by the way, Who's your friend?" He asked in a terribly innocent voice with a glance back to the caster, still smiling like an idiot, although he was quite stupid he liked to think he had some smarts about him.
Kikyo, still next to the angel, barked up hearing Mei Xing's voice across the comm link. "Hold fire." The squad's resident Catgirl sauntered forward to the guards. Her violet eyes met the one who had shouted and seemed to look through him. She let her voice drop slightly and get that slightest bit more warm and seductive. "We want to speak with your lord about his little... situation. We even have a gift! We have a solution to his so called problem." She gave a smug smile and kept her weapon in her hand.
She doubted the Halberds would actually have effect. Even if they did it would be a slim chance of getting all of them before the guards and half the gatehouse would be reduced to bubbling plasma remains. Still, Jayden had spoken truth a while back. Diplomacy would be better than the gun. She looked back to Royama and somewhat giggled at her situation before she called out again.
"Come Doctor, we'll all speak to this Lord."
A few seconds later there was a subtle shift to her appearance. Anyone looking at her might see the changes differently depending on what they were attracted to. Something about her made it difficult to look away from her. She walked up to the guards, pushing her breasts out and walking seductively. "Good day, boys. We've been walking for such a long time. If you could let us in we would be very grateful." She said, giving the leader a sultry smile. "I'm sure we could find some way to reward you all for being good boys. You wouldn't mind letting me spoil you, would you?"
Royama tilted her head at Kikyo, before shaking it at the increasingly annoying catgirl. It was one thing to have a hard time grasping how the chain of command worked and an entirely different thing altogether to do what Kikyo was doing. For a brief moment, her hands clenched down- squeezing poor Viz's hand before the Doctor realized she was doing so and her grip relaxed, "Uh-huh. We're talking to your lord- it isn't a discussion. Move out of the way and we'll be on our way- and you're not getting anything for it. If you have any questions please direct them to our resident angel- or that big one over there" She huffed- nodding towards Rikka and Jayden, " And if the lot of you don't keep it in your pants I'm going to have you all fitted for chastity. Kikyo- get over here. Stand right here." The little woman pointed at the spot directly beside her with a firm jerk of her wrist- she did not sound pleased, "We're in the field- You will refer to me as Shàngděng Bīng Royama- or some variation of that. I'm starting to lose patience with all of you. If I have to say anything to you again I'll make you hold my hand as well."
"And for the love of all that is holy- unless someone attacks you or I give the order don't so much as put your finger near the trigger of your weapons. We could easily blow the lot of them right to hell, but I'd really prefer to avoid that." The Doctor hissed into the comms, "If we can work as a proper unit for five minutes we can be home and showering in no time at all- and then what you do will be your business."