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Called The first spark may have detonated but the smouldering flames and closed room would always be there, ready to backdraft when needed. "They're too arrogant to reveal themselves because of these gates. Unless it's right on their asses they won't care - no matter what prattle they spittle otherwise." Right after his own heart if they weren't a butcher and his meat. You want to catch a fox, get a bloodhound. Grab Bosconovitch and make with the talky. "I presume messages can get through to this Jeager?"

Something Something Called "Just because someone has the means to set a broken bone doesn't mean it wasn't broken in the first place." Well, they'd understand it soon enough.

A Man Called... "My contract is broken," he stated like a gunshot. "The lack of memories fuzzied the what the 'personification' of Raquel was a bit and I was under way to ascertain the depths of this on reflection but this latest bout of Emblem business has sealed their fate. You are Raquel. You are not the Raquel I made my contract with. My contract is thus broken. Breaking my contract makes them my enemies. Being my enemy means being on the receiving end of a long and painful process of me demolishing everything they've worked towards and ends in a fun romp through innards. Violence sure isn't the be-all-end-all of problem solving but it's sure gonna be the end of this one." "That mean I can leave?" Xenia ignored half the bullshit to what focused on her. "No."

A Man Called RAWR Mood already perturbed by the obnoxious voice the latest revelation of Raquel's ever-expanding Emblem powers infuriated Gar to a rare level. The mental issues were a murky area Gar hadn't clarified yet but this reconstitution into some emblem puppet solidified the matter. Furious was a word used by petty shallow dullards who wanted to justify their anger over their own insignificance. It was lashing out at others. Mindless whipping. True anger was a fire. An all consuming blaze that devoured the target, everything inbetween and the one raging. True rage was as physically painful for yourself as it would be for the target of that ire. It set everything on fire without care for who was burned. And oh boy did Gar ever intend to make them pay. NO ONE BROKE HIS CONTRACTS. His mind immediately went to all the horrors he would inflict on the perpetrators of this atrocity. He'd always wanted to pull off stomach-bombs. And healing magic worked wonders at keeping people without skin alive. There was always the ever fun feeding family to people option. What was best was when you made them aware of the fact before hand! There was the ever-gauche strangling them with their own innards—but skinsuits made of their friends was gonna be the new winter style. Honey and ants was so played out but raising an ant colony in the body? That was a winning combination! The possibilities were endless and so was his wrath. Let that little whiny bitch of a God call himself "Wrath", he'd show'em what that word really meant. Good thing Gar was wearing his gloves. He might have clawed his own face off in calm and composed reflection. Ah, he nearly broke his nose. That would have been embarrassing. "Ah," Gar breathed calmly and coolly. As long as one ignored the eye twitches, grin so wide it was painful, teeth that might well be filed to points—slight trail of drool and the abrasions that matched Gar's hand ebbing on his face. "So I'm just gonna have to slaughter'em all. And here I wanted the next few years open to pursue my true passion of dance." His head flicked a bit at the notion. Xenia snorted at the display of typical aggression excluding from him.

A Man Called Gar Gar pondered the idea for too long. "No, it gave ample warning last time and should again. Well, if fiddo hasn't knocked over dead."

A Man Called Gar Architect? That was a terrible thing to hear. Looks like he was right, as usual. What a wonderful curse to have. "Right," Gar confirmed Suzzy Q's words with a nod, but had more to add. "Said the thing wouldn't survive past summer if he wasn't doing this." Not like it was gonna survive past the day anyway... "Just a disposable tool." Xenia "Which?" Xenia reacted instantly (after a week) to Raquel's indication. "No, wait, I don't wanna know. At all. This Naomi may be unique, but not that unique." Hopefully.

Xenia Now they were adding' Purgatory and Obelisk on the list of things they'd done. She should have learned her lesson after the Fort to never get involved with Raj but this time no amount of gold would sway her mind. "Yeah," Xenia said and stood up, "think I'm gonna come with you to the infirmary. If I stay here I'm likely to hear stories of them shaking hands with Mercy, discussing philosophy with Truth and chatting it up with Nature." Not that the destination would be better if the girl was awake...

A Man Called Gar "If it's decided to leave it then the flour will be an easy track, or indication its teleported," Gar offered. "It has some sort of invisible barrier that either gets overworked by multiple bits like flour or he deliberately lowered it to feign weakness for a stronger move later." Gar narrowed his eyes at the door. "Whomever it is, is completely relaxed in there."

A Man Called Gar "You're welcome." He almost felt like bowing. "Yeah... as of now, I'm on the wait side of this." This was too suspicious to be random chance.

A Man Called Gar "Well I could go back to plan 'blow it all up', but that'd probably get you fired so..." Gar railed off, letting the obvious implications set. "Besides, from the way he's acting something's real shady. Why would he be doing this here of all places? Better to test the waters first before diving in."

A Man Called Gar Gar threw one last batch of flour and said, "Annnnd we're done here." Gar lopped his arm around Suzzy Q and escorted her out of the room. "Good work, he'll never suspect I poisoned the flour that the mutt swallowed." Because it just wasn't true.

A Man Called Gar The unexpected side effect seemed to be working. That wasn't good. Was it enough now? Usually needed a larger, more packed volume. Well, there was a better started here than average. And getting the jump on it was better than waiting for a reaction. He started tossing in the occasional coin, at the ceiling, at the floor, at the demon. "When I throw two at once, shoot a spark off towards the flour and dive outta the room," he whispered. He made sure there was a specific trail of flour just for this.

A Man Called Gar "Yes indeed it shall be the thing!" Gar said and started wantonly throwing the flour at the demon and armor. Cover every visible inch he could! From a side of his mouth he whispered, "make sure to move when its vision is covered, don't want blind shoots on where you were last."

A Man Called Gar "Do you know how many people have told me that? A lot. More than the people I've killed and I've kill a lot of people," Gar boasted. "I'd say the number, but I'm pretty sure you can't count that high. But I proved the guy who paid me five thousand gold to drink a mug of poison wrong, so whatever the hell you are isn't gonna posture me off." He looked back at Suzzy Q. A much better sight! "Could I get your help throwing the bags of flour at him?" Xenia Xenia tapped her fingers on the table. "Hrm, well, you should test your creative limits, might be a solution somewhere in there." Fod was on after that. Much as she wanted a platter "Others first" ever still rang from her covenant.

A Man Called Gar Gar's mind ran through all the possibilities and settled on the most annoying one. "Yeah, and I'm not done here 'til that thing's dead and buried. Or stomached, whichever." Guest of Weyland or no. "So I'm just gonna keep throwing bags of flour until I get a better idea or when whatever connection you have here comes and says stop." Xenia Xenia snapped her fingers. "Can you do any sort of impersonation with that emblem magic you're hopped up on? Like changing your hair color? Or making some sorta writing?"

A Man Called Gar This was really looking like a situation for good ol' violence. "Look disembodied voice—well, I guess really it would be hear, but that's besides the point. Hear disembodied voice, you aren't even the first disembodied voice I've dealt with, so get your metallic face out here—"oh, duh"—before I get a bucket of water." Xenia Xenia sighed, "It's noble and all not to want to go on a path of carnage. Cruel world's taught me nothin' else. You come up with a fancy 'everyone lives' and I'll support it, but I've been at this a long time and not seen it." Sh glanced over at the two mentioning Raj. "Especially with someone who likes to waddle around in a bomb vest. Unless you want that on your hands all the time I suggest a pass."

A Man Called Gar "I killed, like, three of the things during that scuffle a while ago," Gar said and hurled the flour at the hound. "It won't be too difficult."

A Man Called Gar "Dark magic, huh?" said Gar, taking a handful of flour out of the bag. Hopefully this wasn't some weird Raquel thing. He headed close to Suzzy Q and pulled out a coin with his free hand and tossed it in the general direction of the hound, but at the opposing wall instead of it.

A Man Called Gar "Killing demons is hungry work," said Gar. "I mean, how often do you even get a chance like this?" Gar checked around for a bag of the white stuff.

A Man Called Gar "Waking it up might mean it comes to us and bypasses that barrier," said Gar. "Has it done anything other than eat? And is there any flour around? I'm in a baking mood after this."

A Man Called Gar "Like, wind, or some sort of wall?" Gar asked. If it was some sort of other invisible person like the Great Failure's minion this was bound to be annoying. But there was bound to be some flour around here...

A Man Called Gar "Nothing to be gained for waiting," he said. He loosed his pouch belt and quietly put it aside. Xenia "Makin'em forget a minute or two ain't the end of the world," Xenia chimed in.

A Man Called Gar What kind of nonsense it was he had to take this idea seriously? "I take it this one wasn't invited in," said Gar. "Right, did you send out for help? Cause I could do with a stabbing before food..."

A Man Called Gar "Huh," he said. "Even if they were serving elsewhere, you'd think there'd be someone..." Ugh, this better not turn out to be some sneak attack...

A Man Called Gar (Uuh)~ "To dinner, then," said Gar. This time I might just disappear~