Post by Alaistair on Feb 5, 2017 8:18:02 GMT
(Sorry for the delay! The DE's got my priorities split up!)
The young Namekian before Alaistair seemed to quiver before reasserting a composed appearance once more. The Devil straightened his lips with a nod, seeing the boy wasn't afraid to stand up to him. He gave him credit for it! Maybe he did have an ace up his sleeve, and Alaistair could get behind that. With the mention of Xylo, Alaistair belted out jovially, "Xylo! Hah hah! Are you a fan of his, then? I could tell you a bit about him, having fought with him against the SSE!"
The young Namekian called himself Trumpet and inquired if they were his enemies. Al's response would be enough, as the Devil listened to the other's own statements, clearly someone who was a pacifist. They also seemed informed of the magical arts, immediately questioning about any faulty artifacts of some sort. Alaistair didn't respond... Verbally. Instead, he looked at Arthus with an eyebrow perked up, clearly questioning him about this!
Arthus shook his head, responding, "Nah uh! Nope! Nadda! Not me!"
Alaistair's accusatory stare intensified, leaning in with arms crossed across his chest, as he questioned, "Really? You sure about this?"
"Hey! Remember that this place was run by me and the others before you came along and threatened us outta the business," Arthus retorted, angry at the accusation, "Imps are still demons in the end... Well, vermin are more appropriate, but they are unfortunately! See, if you had done some questioning on the property you swindled outta me for a low low price, you'd've realized that this place has some nasty little artifacts up there, one of which you gave away to that saiyan girl nearly 2 years ago!"
"... Alright, fair point," Alaistair stated, straightening his posture, "So how're they getting in, you suppose?"
Arthus sighed, looking back at the Loft and stating, "Ok, so before he scared the livin' hell outta me by returning from hell, the little bastards started popping up through some portals. The Loft's got an interesting little passageway for many folk, if they got the ability to do so. The magical kind, you know?"
Alaistair had to ponder this for a bit, developing a question rather quickly, asking, "Are you saying the Loft itself is a dimensional gate of some kind?"
"Not exactly, but close. First... Can we get into the Loft already? The damn heat's gonna melt my babies," Arthus asked, hugging the expensive looking saxophone like it were a baby itself!
The Devil laughed, looking at the two and asking them, "Shall we take this conversation inside? We can fulfill any intrigue and offer you a simple relaxing time. I'm sure you two ought to be a bit tired from skulking around out here and chasing off these vermin."
(Trumpet , your go!)
The young Namekian before Alaistair seemed to quiver before reasserting a composed appearance once more. The Devil straightened his lips with a nod, seeing the boy wasn't afraid to stand up to him. He gave him credit for it! Maybe he did have an ace up his sleeve, and Alaistair could get behind that. With the mention of Xylo, Alaistair belted out jovially, "Xylo! Hah hah! Are you a fan of his, then? I could tell you a bit about him, having fought with him against the SSE!"
The young Namekian called himself Trumpet and inquired if they were his enemies. Al's response would be enough, as the Devil listened to the other's own statements, clearly someone who was a pacifist. They also seemed informed of the magical arts, immediately questioning about any faulty artifacts of some sort. Alaistair didn't respond... Verbally. Instead, he looked at Arthus with an eyebrow perked up, clearly questioning him about this!
Arthus shook his head, responding, "Nah uh! Nope! Nadda! Not me!"
Alaistair's accusatory stare intensified, leaning in with arms crossed across his chest, as he questioned, "Really? You sure about this?"
"Hey! Remember that this place was run by me and the others before you came along and threatened us outta the business," Arthus retorted, angry at the accusation, "Imps are still demons in the end... Well, vermin are more appropriate, but they are unfortunately! See, if you had done some questioning on the property you swindled outta me for a low low price, you'd've realized that this place has some nasty little artifacts up there, one of which you gave away to that saiyan girl nearly 2 years ago!"
"... Alright, fair point," Alaistair stated, straightening his posture, "So how're they getting in, you suppose?"
Arthus sighed, looking back at the Loft and stating, "Ok, so before he scared the livin' hell outta me by returning from hell, the little bastards started popping up through some portals. The Loft's got an interesting little passageway for many folk, if they got the ability to do so. The magical kind, you know?"
Alaistair had to ponder this for a bit, developing a question rather quickly, asking, "Are you saying the Loft itself is a dimensional gate of some kind?"
"Not exactly, but close. First... Can we get into the Loft already? The damn heat's gonna melt my babies," Arthus asked, hugging the expensive looking saxophone like it were a baby itself!
The Devil laughed, looking at the two and asking them, "Shall we take this conversation inside? We can fulfill any intrigue and offer you a simple relaxing time. I'm sure you two ought to be a bit tired from skulking around out here and chasing off these vermin."
(Trumpet , your go!)