9095/Something They Ate

Something They Ate
Date of Scene:	15 December 2021
Location:	The Griffin
Synopsis:	A small evisceration leads to a possible wave of demons! Tiny ones, with sharp teeths.
Cast of Characters:	Ree, Tynan Ireton, Satana Hellstrom

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Ree has posed:
Ree is down in the laboratory with most of an imp. She's working, trying to do her job, and has given the nice imp a solid knock over the head as anasthetic. WHich is probably a good deed, since she's currently got his stomach cut open and is working on fiddling with his intestinal tract. Her hands are covered in imp blood, and she's got on a pair of goggles to keep blood from spurting into her eyes.

All in all a normal day in Hell, but this isn't Hell. So perhaps she should have called for assistance. Nobody's ever accused Ree of thinking things through though. "Colon, colon...hmm." It's like a day in detective land! What do they call it? GOtham?

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty is down there. She helped catch the poor imp. The woman noticed several things missing from her gear back, and not too happy. Her appearence...Her skin is a dark red, and she has some fair sized horns coming out at the moment. Those fangs poke out her mouth, as she smiles a bit...viciously. Ty is looking the Imp in the face, waiting for it to wake out, as her hand is inside its stomach, demonically healing the Imp. "Don't mind me, Ree.", she says, with a smile. Practice plus torture.

    "Oh, I think I can keep him from passing out if he wakes up.", Ty smiles. "And I have questions about whats missing in my gear, so don't knock him out again.", she says. "But please, continue your work. I may add a few things...", she says. There's a lot of sweat on Ty's face as she's trying to keep the healing spell in place over a period of time...

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"What are you two doing!?"

That's the imperious voice of a cross Satana. Cross in voice. Cross in arms. Under her chest. Because of course.

"This is *my* laboratory. You don't come in here without permission!" She pauses, voice faltering a bit. "Did I give you permission while taken out by demon rum?" she wonders mostly to herself. Mostly.

"Anyway, that aside, what are you doing!? Do you realize how much work it is to summon those imps? I go through them at an alarming-enough rate!"

Ree has posed:
"I'm not torruring him, Ty," Ree says as she checks more of the intestines by feel. "It's work. You can play with the guts later. Stop batting at it!" She shakes her head, feeling further and further along. There's just so much inside a person to check. A spurt of blood goes toward Tynan, aiming high. Almost as if the insides of the imp are feeling malicious.

She pauses as THAT VOICE appears. She freezes. She lifts her hands, almost whimpering. "Ma'am. No, I mean, yes, ma'am. I'm not... I'm not killing it! There's a problem, and you weren't around. And the imps are my job!"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty gets hit on her forehead with the blood, and it seems to flow down her face. Ty makes a frowny face at Ree, before giggling a little bit at Satana. The woman purrs a little bit, and seems a little drunk as she slightly stumbles. "Just trying to find a few things I think this one took.", she giggles. Ty looks a stage past Ree at the moment, and her eyes seem to look at the tabled imp, flexing her fingers. Is she a little spell drunk? Or is the vessel thing going on? Ty just stares, licking her lips....wanting to practice more...

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Well, first, it's true. You're the foreman. I'd forgotten. So ... carry on. But explain. And explain why my lab when we have a perfectly good charnel room."

Ty gets a once-over, then a second. Hmmm... Intoxicated in some way. Twin bolts of fire that seem ... oddly immaterial ... fly from Satana's eyes and hit Ty, the spiritual form of Soulfire causing immense, albeit brief, pain in an attempt to jolt her out of intoxication.

"If that doesn't work, we'll find something else to snap you out of things. I can't proceed with our lessons if you're drunk."

Ree has posed:
Ree blinks at the spell NOT hitting her. She was expecting it. She doesn't khow how to handle NOT Being punished. So, she says softly to Ty, "will get your things back, soon. Sorry." THen she starts pulling a bit more gooey bits out of the imp, and says to Satana, "The imps have been...upset. Not in a sad way, but in a sick way. They've been having stomach issues. And I know when someone's faking."

She pulls out a bit of upper colon, then fingers it, and pauses. "And I had a hunch, which I think has just proven accurate. Anyone want to tell me what THIS is?" SHe shows the tube of gooey innards, and shows the squirming thing that's moving inside of it. "They've been eating something."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty blinks as the soulfire hits her. It causes her to yell out for a second, and those demonic features seem to fade away quickly. Save for the fangs, and two tiny though receding horns on her forehead. The woman blinks a little bit, and shakes her head. "The hell am I doing around here? And why is there blood all over my hand?", she asks. "Did I steal somebody's rum again?", she asks. THe woman looks at Ree a moment. "I better, and you better not put them on first.", she whispers to Ree!

Ree has posed:
Ree says, "And as to why here?" She pauses. THen she sighs. "I didn't know better. I submit to your punishment, for my education. I just...I mean, it was either cut him open and try to save him, with available equipment, or wait for him to poop it out. And poop is disgusting!" She says, covered in blood and entrails from head to toe. Completely serious.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I think I will have to open one of the basement rooms up for you as a surgery then," Satana decides. "You seem to be taking your duties as foreman seriously enough to warrant this. I'll get the room opened and you can organize it to your liking."

Ty then gets a look from Satana. "You didn't drink the bottle labelled demon rum did you, dear?" A wicked grin crosses her face. "Killer stuff, isn't it? Last time I tasted it, Thomas chased me to the zoo where I was propositioning a giraffe..."

She smiles fondly. "Those tongues."

"...and then I freed all the snakes. And got home with a traffic cone. It's still around here somewhere."

And now the reason for Satana's vibrating giraffe plushie is known and ... ew!

"Don't drink it again if you value your soul as much as I value it." (Probably not the words you want to hear from a succubus teaching you magic...) "I have to figure out where to get more. It's one of the few things that can get me drunk."

Eyes again on Ree. "Get that thing out of there and let's see what the fools have been eating."

Ree has posed:
"I don't wear your undies!" Ree says, momentarily distracted. "That's disgusting. Who wears underpants if they don't have to?" She nearly lets whatever it is go, when she realizes that Satana is again talking to her. Beat. "Yes mistress," she says, not sure but willing to roll with it. THen she says, "Ty, can you cuth this for me?" She loops the loop of colon over her hand, the sqrirming THING held within, then holds it out to the kitty.

"I don't own a knife yet."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty makes a small portal, and pulls out a kabar knife. She makes a couple of quick slashes, before making the knife disappear. She takes a long moment to blink a bit. "Did it have a demon skull on it, and tastes like a mixture of cherries, strawberries, and rum with a very very deep burning aftertaste that seems to shake the whole body?", she asks Satana. THe woman then blinks...She shakes her head...

Ree has posed:
Ree's own tongue is longer than expected, but she still looks a little weirded out by the giraffe thing. "How could you even? They're out of range!" She gets distracted so easily, which is why when Tynan cuts the tiny demon free of the imp's guts, it manages to land in a puddle of goo and spray crap further. It's about an inch tall, maybe two inches, and looks like a blob of goo with legs. It has something that could be used as an arm, but is really more of an extension of goo. It's clearly demonic. And it gets up and tries to run!

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I levitate, darling," Satana says with a wink. "Height differences don't matter. But anyway, Thomas dragged me down and away, the spoilsport. That's OK, though. Later on I tapped a bit of that soul while he was tapping something else. Tasty, rich, meaty, thick villainy that soul has. Delicious!"

The running goo is a sight that engenders a raised eyebrow.

"Now there's something you don't see every day."

Satana doesn't do anything to stop it, however. She just lets it run to the door.

The door that hasn't been programmed to let it pass, unlike the actual denizens and guests of the household.

The door that ... well, let's just watch it hit the protection wall full-tilt. That's probably good for a laugh!

Ree has posed:
The little demonling slaps into the barrier, sizzling a little as the not nice runes fry it just enough to let it know better. They won't kill it, but they will definitely cause it to feel pain. And second degree burns. The thing makes a tiny noise, then Ree steps on it from above, finally catching up.

She pauses, then lifts her foot, giving the room a full view of everything. Then she peels the thing off the bottom of her foot.

"Okay, if the other imps have eaten some of these, we need to quarantine the house. Also, I think it's still alive. It's moving." She offers it to Tynan to have a look at, kind of hoping that the cat will lick the thing.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty just looks at Ree for a long moment. "Ok, so a few things...One, get the hell away from me with that. Two, you picked up a goo thing, so you deal with what happends next. I hear there's a few countries that pay good money for that.", she says. THe woman moves closer to Satana. "If that thing moves towards me, you have any aerosol in here?", she asks.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
The smell of the goopball's burning flesh tells Satana things that the others may not cotton onto. "I think perhaps temporarily we will have to stop squabbling," she muses aloud. "This has the makings of a crisis in progress."

Her eyes fall on Ree. "Your old friends sent this, and from the smell, there appears to be more. Round up all the imps and get them into the charnel room. Let them think they're about to be slaughtered so they're sufficiently cowed."

With lightning speed, Satana swoops and scoops up the injured demonic goop, throwing it on a workbench and then rapidly building a containment spell around it.

"I will look into this thing and find out what it's intended to do. You find who else has had this in their gullet. And Ty? Would you care to assist. I'll teach you a couple of scrying spells."

Ree has posed:
Ree sticks her tongue out at Tynan. "It's goo, it's not like it's poop." She dislikes poop. Then..swooping Satana gets her attention.

Ree grins. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna ask Groot for help," she says, then she heads for the exit. That's the fiend's name, right? It's all Groot to me. Then she swoops up the stairs, and pauses, sticking her head down again. "Hey. We're in deep shit aren't we? That's always fun." THen she's off, to chase down the house imps and possibly stab them with a cattleprod. Screw tasers, those are for losers.