"Come on bunkbuddy, not even a little fun? One night? We could get our own room, right next to big brother Dean."
He said with a wicked smile as he moved even closer. By the end of his statement, he had Sam pinned to the wall. Lucifer was standing close enough that the two were nearly bumping chests. But through pure oversight, the Archangel didn't notice what the hunter was doing behind his back, which he would soon pay for.
He said with a wicked smile as he moved even closer. By the end of his statement, he had Sam pinned to the wall. Lucifer was standing close enough that the two were nearly bumping chests. But through pure oversight, the Archangel didn't notice what the hunter was doing behind his back, which he would soon pay for.
"Poyo poyo!" (Translation: "No problem!")
"No."
Sam said with one final, defiant growl. He quickly stepped to the side, slapping his now bloody palm against the symbol on the wall. There was a sudden flash of bright light, and a defening whining noise that followed. It was short lived, and when it cleared, Sam sprung in to panicked action.
Using his bleeding hand, the hunter quickly moved between doors, windows, and walls, drawing many symbols all around them. Some in Enochian, Sumatran, Latin, and so on and so forth. Any who recognized these markings would recognize what was happening, the hunter was warding the bar against Lucifer.
Sam said with one final, defiant growl. He quickly stepped to the side, slapping his now bloody palm against the symbol on the wall. There was a sudden flash of bright light, and a defening whining noise that followed. It was short lived, and when it cleared, Sam sprung in to panicked action.
Using his bleeding hand, the hunter quickly moved between doors, windows, and walls, drawing many symbols all around them. Some in Enochian, Sumatran, Latin, and so on and so forth. Any who recognized these markings would recognize what was happening, the hunter was warding the bar against Lucifer.
Nicki silently makes a note to avoid the weirdo who was scrawling symbols on the walls. "I've seen enough cable TV to know where this is going."
Cue Korby just- randomly wearing a hat. Seems like it's a christmas-themed hat. What could go wrong?
Vischer poked his head through one of the broken windows. Why was this place so destroyed?
With a thick accent, Vischer said; "Does anyone have anything explosive?" Vischer asked, narrowing his eyes; "Liquid, specifically?"
With a thick accent, Vischer said; "Does anyone have anything explosive?" Vischer asked, narrowing his eyes; "Liquid, specifically?"
"Poyo poyo." (Translation: "Giant mech attacked here.")
Vischer looked at Korby, unknowing what he said. "Hold on, green ball." He pulled out a tiny earbud-like invention and stuck it on his ear. "Speak again?"
He pointed at the invention, "Translator, if you're questioning."
He pointed at the invention, "Translator, if you're questioning."
"Poyo poyo." (Translation: "I said, giant mech attacked here.")
Vischer had a bewildered expression across his teal face. "Giant mech?! Oh, that sounds amazing!" He crawled through the window, being careful not to cut himself on the glass, and he fell to the bar's floor. "How giant? You're pretty small so it might not be as big as I'm imagining." Vischer adjusted his yellow goggles and looked closely at the Korby. What was this green ball, anyway?
"Poyo poyo poyo." (Translation: "About 10 times my size. It was literally giant.")
Vischer's sharp, pointy teeth showed as he grinned; "Wunderbar, Wunderbar!" He said excited in his native language.
(Translation: Wonderful, Wonderful!)
Vischer cleared his throat and bent down quite a lot to hold his hand out to Korby, "Nice to meet you, I'm Vischer Van Angeln, a Desklight Demon." He shook Korby's tiny hand, eyes closed and grinning. He bent back up straight and looked down at Korby, "What is your name? And what are you?" Vischer adjusted his goggles, his desklight dangling in his face.
(( There's more information on Desklight Demons and Desklights on his profile
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(Translation: Wonderful, Wonderful!)
Vischer cleared his throat and bent down quite a lot to hold his hand out to Korby, "Nice to meet you, I'm Vischer Van Angeln, a Desklight Demon." He shook Korby's tiny hand, eyes closed and grinning. He bent back up straight and looked down at Korby, "What is your name? And what are you?" Vischer adjusted his goggles, his desklight dangling in his face.
(( There's more information on Desklight Demons and Desklights on his profile

Cue Peanut just walking over to Korby, then he picks them up, then sat down. "This, is Korby. A strange little green puff ball who saved this place about.. 3 times if i'm not wrong. They can inhale certain things to gain copy abilities. I know, it's pretty weird but only certain things give Korby the copy abilities. For example, imagine if they inhaled a grenade. Right? That'll gain Korby the bomb ability." Yeah, i'm not gonna finish explaining all this in one go lol.
Vischer looked at Peanut, "Inhaled a grenade?" He raised a brow, "What an odd function of this species." He looked closer at Korby.
He suddenly took a syringe out of his long, black labcoat with silver and white buttons; "Mind if I get a blood sample from you, Korby?" He said, his eyes widening with amusement.
He suddenly took a syringe out of his long, black labcoat with silver and white buttons; "Mind if I get a blood sample from you, Korby?" He said, his eyes widening with amusement.
Cue Korby just quickly shaking no. I don't think that's a good idea man-
Vischer got a little...evil-looking, smile and eyes wise. "It won't hurt! Well, it'll hurt a bit, but not for long." He reached for Korby with his black, gloved hands, not waiting for another response.
(( I know I control you Vischer, but NO leave Korby alone-- ))
(( I know I control you Vischer, but NO leave Korby alone-- ))
Cue Isaac just swiping Korby into his hands then he got up to a table. "FIRE MINIGUN!"
Korby then shrugged at Peanut then swapped to the fire ability. Then they start shooting a short-ranged fire-breath. Without causing any destruction.
Vischer realized that he was about to be attacked, so he dropped the syringe and pulled out his Sechs-Lazer just in-case. "Hey, nein!" He jumped back from the fireballs, "Don't do that!" He glared.
"...It's not even reaching you. It's short-ranged." Peanut said, as he got out a stick, put a marshmellow on it then sets it near the short-ranged fire breath
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