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Gabriel Aretino

"Hehe, it's a messy job, but someone has to do it, and if someone has to do it why not let that someone be me?"

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a character in “Undead Exorcists”, as played by cha-kun

Description

Name: Gabriel Aretino/Bob

Age: Appears: 22, Actual Age: 22

Appearance: Gabriel's appearance is a bit of a hard thing to explain. You see, just before he was resurrected by Daisy, he was attacked by a rogue Ta'ge symbiont, that he now calls Bob, seeking to take control of his body. Gabriel was killed in the process, but before Bob could assume full control of Gabriel's body he was resurrected by Daisy. As an unintended side-effect of this, Gabriel now has Bob sharing the space inside his skull. So, usually, Gabriel looks just like an ordinary twenty-two year old. He has messy dark hair, bright blue eyes, a roman nose and a strong jaw, he is clean shaven and olive complected, he stands at five feet and ten inches, and weighs in at about one hundred and fifty pounds. He is of average build, and he usually wears a black turtleneck underneath a black shell-jacket to cover the lump on his back created where Bob infiltrated his nervous system, with dark pants, and black boots and gloves.

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Now, when he decides to utilize Bob's abilities, he takes on the Bob's trueform. When this happens, black tentacles erupt from his back and engulf his body, forming a slithering second skin. A moment later the tentacles recede to reveal his terrible new visage.Image All chitinous armor and red, sinewy muscle, the symbiont trueform is a powerful thing. Gabriel's hands and feet are replaced with sharp talons, and a third, bulbous eye grows on his forehead.

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Personality: Gabriel has always been considered something of a maverick by his peers. He's an instigator. He jumps at the chance to do anything that looks fun to him, and while some would be humbled with the knowledge that they are actually a member of the Undead, Gabriel sees it simply as a chance be even more reckless. However, he calmed down a bit upon discovering that he can still experience pain after a mishap involving a roof and a one hundred foot drop. In fact, he doesn't even resent Bob for trying to kill him, and they've actually become friends of a sort. Bob will form a mouth with it's tentacles next to his head, and the two will converse from time to time. As you can see he is generally a happy-go-lucky, roll with the punches kind of guy. He is quite sociable and will try to meet new people. Sometimes even when they don't want to meet him. Sometimes especially when they don't want to meet him. Being new to the world of the Exorcists, Gabriel is still unaware of the harsh realities that accompany this line of work. He hasn't experienced the loss, the defeat, or the horror that some other, more experienced Exorcists might be familiar with. That said, he has been on a few hunts, and this has only served to fuel his self-assurance. He seems like the insubordinate sort, but he has a good sense of the chain of command, and follows his orders without question or hesitation. When he hunts he doesn't care if his target is malicious or just wants to live in peace. After all, if it was truly a peaceful monster, why did he receive a kill-order for it? When he hunts he prefers to shift into his trueform to make use of the plethora of abilities it affords him. He runs across the rooftops of the city, leaping from one to the next in quick succession, and hanging from ledges to stalk his quarry. He will attempt to herd it into a secluded area, at which point he will leap down and commence his attack, tearing into his target with wild abandon.
Gabriel's symbiont, Bob, who can speak through a mass of tentacles that form near his head, is kind of an ass. He's rude, lecherous, but overall a pretty funny guy(thing?). The two get along quite well considering Bob tried to kill Gabriel.

Ability: Gabriel's most powerful ability would have to be Bob's trueform. Obviously, it confers upon him enhanced strength, speed, agility, and senses, enhancements that he retains even outside of his trueform. However, it's weapons make it deadly all around. The third eye on his forehead moves independently of the other two, and fires blasts of eldritch energy. His enhanced strength, coupled with his sharp talons and the sharp retractable blades that extend from his forearms make him a vicious killer up close. Not even aerial targets are safe, however, as his debilitating Howl can bring them crashing to the ground, and knock other opponents off of their feet. However it is his final weapon that is his most devastating, a mass of black tentacles burst forth from his chest, flaying the flesh off those unlucky enough to get in the way. Before they return, Bob will choose one of these victims as it's meal and drag it back with the tentacles where it swallows it whole, an ingenious way to hide bodies.
One interesting thing that Gabriel has found about living with a Ta'ge symbiont is that he does not need to work out in order to remain in peak condition. There is something about Bob that keeps him in shape, despite his horrible junk-filled diet. His life as a hunter is naturally active, so that isn't a problem, but this side-effect allows him to focus on more specialized types of physical training, or not, as is more often the case.

Equipment: Gabriel doesn't carry much in the way of personal weaponry, as Bob's trueform takes care of most of his weaponry needs. He does, however, carry a holdout pistol in the waistband of his pants.

So begins...

Gabriel Aretino's Story

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It was a time of celebration in Elysium, though what the celebration was for went completely over Gabriel's head. There were throngs of people filling the streets and alleyways of the city's red light district, buying street food, one dollar beers, and various other "sundry" items from the multitudinous vendors lining the crowds and peddling their wares. Gabriel wove himself into the crowds at will, turning down any offers that came at him. He needed his wits for the hunt. His target was one Jonathan Elwood, a prominent businessman known for his ruthless personality, and the fact that any competitors seemed to mysteriously vanish any time they got close to his position. The disappearances were known to all, or at least all who cared enough to listen. However, what wasn't known to any was that Jonathan was not as human as he wanted others to believe.

Gabriel had been tracking him for eight hours, just waiting for him to slip up and find himself alone, to no avail. Gabe kept it up though. He was guided by a Ta'ge symbiont known only as Bob, who just six months ago had tried to kill him. Bob was fresh from the Boundary and having no host to latch onto lashed out at the first thing that passed by, which, unfortunately, had been Gabriel. Bob had not meant for the boy to die, but since Gabriel's resurrection the two have become fast friends.

Gabriel followed his target into a bar and watched as the thing known as Jonathan Elwood tried and failed to pick up on a woman, thinking she was a hooker. Bob had had to explain what Jonathan actually was several times before Gabriel finally understood. Apparently, according to Bob, Jonathan Elwood was what was known as a Dhohanoid, a creature very similar to a Ta'ger, but also very different. You see, when a Ta'ge integrates with a human, the resulting creature is a human that can assume the form of a monster. However, the opposite is true of Dhohanoids. When a Dhohanoid fuses with a human the resulting creature is a completely unwholesome thing, its human form becoming a distant memory the longer that it continues to live. Other than that however, Dhohanoids and Tagers are very similar, with both having a human form and a monstrous form that they can shift between at will.

Gabriel ordered a drink and sat at the bar, keeping one eye on Elwood as he swirled his drink. He was going to drink it down when he realized that he had lost his target. He shot upright, spilling his drink. He scanned the room and was just in time to see Elwood leading a woman out the back entrance. He tossed a few dollars on the bar and followed them outside where Gabriel saw Elwood beginning his transformation. He saw Elwood double over and clutch his sides. He heard the woman scream and heard the spiney lizard that had been Jonathan Elwood howl with an unholy vigor.

Gabriel knew he had to act quickly. "Bob, do it!"
A gravelly voice in his head gave him an affirmative and Gabriel began his own transformation. Black tentacles slithered across his body, reforming it in Bob's image. His fingers and toes were replaced by sharp talons. His forehead sprouted a bulbous third eye that twitched to and fro, soaking in all of the sensory information it could, and his skin was replaced with powerful, sinewy muscle covered in thick, chitinous armor.

Gabriel let out a howl of his own and charged the Dhohanoid, extending his claws further. He bull-rushed the Dhohanoid and knocked it into a dumpster, breaking several of the bony spines on its back and legs. However, he realized too late that he had over-committed, throwing his full weight behind the charge, and as a result was just as dazed as the Dhohanoid when his inertia carried him over the thing and into the dumpster. He scrambled to his feet and extended the arm-blades concealed in his forearms. Then he stood over the Dhohanoid as it was attempting to free its leg from the side of the dumpster. He held his blade over the thing's head and thrust down swiftly, withdrawing the blade cleanly from its skull. He retracted the blade back into his arm just in time to hear the first few sirens a few blocks away. He told Bob to hurry up and a mass of black tentacles burst from Gabriel's chest, devouring the remains of the Dhohanoid in a matter of seconds, leaving them just enough time to leap onto the roof of the bar before the police arrived to find an empty alleyway.

Gabriel was already leaping across the city rooftops as his second skin retreated into the lump on his back. Gabriel was reorienting himself when a small group of tentacles formed an approximation of a mouth on his right shoulder.
Gabriel turned to Bob's "mouth", "Bob, that was entirely too close. Not only did we almost lose our quarry, but we almost got nabbed by the cops. Do you have anything to say about that?"

Gabriel found the direction of the UE and started off when Bob's gravelly voice started his excuse, "Well I am deeply sorry we almost got that poor woman killed, and that we almost got shot at by the police, but it isn't like we could have just left the corpse there could we? I mean, we got rid of all the evidence, save for a busted up dumpster, and we got additional biomass to make ourself even more awesome. If you ask me I'd say that's a win-win."

Gabriel hopped down into an alley across the street from the UE and emerged from it as Bob slithered back into his jacket, "Yeah, well, I'm just glad I don't have to explain to Daisy why her newest exorcist is plastered all over the news." With that he opened the door, enjoying the ring of the bell that almost always signaled a return home for him and his fellow exorcists.

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"I still think you're not putting in enough rum, Roth. It needs to have a sweeter taste," Daisy said, putting the glass down on the counter. Lilith was still sitting right beside her, having successfully done her math homework and now moving onto science. "Really, I think it tastes just fine. It must be your human-like palate," Roth said back to her, downing the rest of the drink. Before their conversation could continue on, Mila and someone the others were not familiar with entered the bar.

"Whatcha working on? Oh, and this is Kisoro, by the way."

Roth raised an eyebrow as the man came tumbling in, giving a simple nod to him in response. "Lilly just needed some help... and after I couldn't figure it out, Daisy answered the question." Daisy simply raised her glass, giving a friendly smile to Mila. "So, I assume that little problem was taken care of. I'll get the goods on the market tomorrow morning if you want to just leave them behind the bar. So, your new friends name is Kisoro? Well, as long as his money is good he is welcome here." The night was getting later, and more people were beginning to show up at the bar. Those from beyond the boundary, who simply wanted to live in peace, would often find their way here eventually. Daisy's newest Exorcist, Gabriel, entered the bar soon after. "Ah, welcome back. I just got off the phone with our connection in the police. Good work. Even though you caused quite a ruckus, the police have no idea what happened. Not bad for a raw recruit." Though the bar was getting livelier, most stayed away from the section Daisy sat at, knowing her business was not theirs. If you wanted to talk to her, she approached you, not the other way around. Thankfully, she was usually friendly, often giving free drinks around when her Exorcists brought in a particularly abundant payday.

Only a few more minutes past before Eric came walking in, giving a simple nod to Roth and plopping a small bag down in front of Daisy. She opened the bag and immediately pulled her eyes away. "Yep, that's definitely Ookami teeth. Smell just as bad as the first time too. Not worth much, but enough." Roth sat a plain whiskey down in front of Eric, who rolled his eyes at Daisy and began sipping on his drink. "Come on, I'm just messing with you. Gabriel, don't take after this one, the guy is a downer." Eric looked at Roth, who simply shrugged and received a shrug in return. The two seemed to have an unspoken understanding, speaking without saying a word. Eric turned his attention down to Kisoro, realizing he had not seen the man in the bar before. "Huh, there is still some sliver of hope in your eyes. Obviously, you are new. My name is Eric. If you hadn't guessed, I'm like Mila and Gabriel." He raised his glass before downing the drink, a slight look of discomfort appearing on his face afterward.

On The Other side of Town

The sound of fighting could be heard inside the club, along with the breaking of several objects. The back door busted open as a short, bald man fell out into the employee parking area. He tried to scurry away on the ground, but the sound of heels tapping on the pavement behind him caused his body to freeze with fear. "Well, what do you think we should do with him, sister?" Asther walked a slow, methodical pace, stepping in front of the man. She reached into his coat pocket and removed his cigar and lighter, putting the cigar between her lip and breathing in the smoke. Rolan came up behind the man, grabbing him by the back of his collar and lifting him high into the air.

"P-please! I didn't know it was you two? If I did I wouldn't have tried anything." Asther raised her eyebrow, removing the cigar from her lips and pressing the lit end into the man's forehead. "Well, in that case... everything is fine. I mean, who cares if you grabbed my ass. You know, we came here like professionals. All we had was some questions to ask. Rolan, what do you say we head to The UE and let Daisy know this clubs being operated by a goblin. Both physically and metaphorically." The man grew wide-eyed, shaking his head furiously and begging the sisters to stay quiet. "Like I asked you before you decided to put your disgusting hand on me... Something has a lot of people spooked. Some won't even leave their 'homes.' What the hell is going on in this town. Others continue about their business, while you... you are terrified to even be outside." The goblin flinched, realizing that his eyes had been moving around uncontrollably since he emerged outside. Asther motioned to Rolan, who sighed as she put the man down, well, dropped the man down. "Others can't sense it, you can't either. But, for ones like me, we were there for it. Its coming. I don't know how, but its crossing the Boundary and no one is safe." Asther looked at her sister, passing a look of confusion onto her. "Who is coming? What has you so damn paranoid?" The goblin looked up at her, seemingly unable to speak the name. "Others, stronger than me, follow it. If they knew I spoke... they would kill me." Rolan rolled her eyes, pressing her heel down on the goblin's back. "Rolan, enough! We're not going to get anything out of him. Now, let's get out of here. I feel eyes. Watching. We should go." The two went back into the club, exiting through the front to avoid any further suspicion.

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Kisoro


Daisy: "So, your new friends name is Kisoro? Well, as long as his money is good he is welcome here."

Eric: "Huh, there is still some sliver of hope in your eyes. Obviously, you are new. My name is Eric. If you hadn't guessed, I'm like Mila and Gabriel."

Kisoro stood up before responding to Eric. "Hope in my eyes? Nah, I think you misread it, hope has nothing to do with my situation, what's in my eyes is more like a sliver of excitement." He said with a smile. "Name's Kisoro, nice to meet you Eric. So you're an undead exorcist then? Well, I'm not, but thanks to Mila here, I think I might end up in the same business."

Turning to face Daisy, who seemed to be in charge of the bar and its happenings, Kisoro spoke again. "Presently I don't have any money, but I did help Mila catch her target, so perhaps she'll treat me to a drink on this fine evening." He shot Mila a quick smirk before returning his gaze to Daisy with his usual, friendly smile. "I take it you're the one who handles the selling of collected items then. Good to know." He caught a whiff of the rather horrid smelling Ookami teeth but he managed to maintain his smile despite the smell.

An interesting bunch of people, I think I'll like it here. Kisoro thought to himself. When he was sentenced to be exiled from his homeland, he had not expected to fall into such an interesting situation as easily as he had. Kisoro had planned on securing the necessities for living, shelter, an income, that sort of thing, and then going and get himself into a fun setting. But it seems that he landed in the right place at the right time. This was to Kisoro's preference anyway. And he quite enjoyed the company of Mila, after seeing her in battle, he had quickly decided that she would be a fun person to stick close to.

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Although his job had been only to slay the water elemental, Armand decided he could make a little extra money by taking a sample of the water which made up the creature. If nothing else he though it might be worth enough for a glass of whiskey when he got back to the EU. Which was the direction he had been traveling in before becoming...distracted.

Sometimes Armand was called a gunslinger due to the weapons he carried and the way he fought. Sometimes he was called an outlaw because, like today with the elemental, he didn't always go through all the motions he should to keep people from knowing about him. But most often he was called a lawman because, even when he wasn't being paid to do so, if he ever came across a monster from the other side doing evil, he would put an end to it. Usually it was no big deal. A problem was solved before it could get worse and he made a little profit from whatever he scavenged off the thing. This afternoon, as he skirted around the city to avoid the crowds, the 'thing' in question happened to be a shapeshifter.

No one on the streets noticed what Armand had. Then again, most of the people on the street were just that, people. There were no other Exorcists around that he could sense, and even if they were not all of them had what he referred to as gunslinger eyes. It was something he had had back when he was alive, of that he was almost certain, and was usually a skill one had to acquire over time. It allowed him, not to see more than others, but to take in and understand what he was seeing much more quickly. He could tell someone was about to run or draw a weapon by slight muscle or eye movements they probably weren't even aware of themselves. Anyone else maybe would have noticed a somewhat shady looking man stepping out from an alley, slipping something into his pocket before starting to walk down the street. What Armand had seen as he walked past the alley was a body slumped at the far end, missing a face, and a man slipping a wallet into his pocket after looking at the contents. Most likely to see what his new name was.

"Not on my watch friend..." Armand says under his breath, picking up his speed to that he reaches the crosswalk before the shifter. Making his way across the street he slips into the crowd where the monster was attempting to blend in. He was doing a pretty good job of it, except to Armand it seemed as if he looked down on everyone, like they were less than he was. A lot of monsters were like that, he supposed. As they passed another alley, Armand takes a step closer, grabs the shifter by the arm, and drags him in. A moment later the crowd passes and he initiates the Zero Space spell, containing the alleyway between two dimensions. It took less than a minute to do this, draw his revolver with his free hand, and fire a round into the head of the shifter. That taken care of he holstered his revolver, grabbed the body in both arms, then leaped up to a fire escape, then to a roof, and ended the spell.

Twenty minutes later there was a couple of knocks on the back door of the EU Bar before Armand made his way inside. On the way he had wrapped the shifters body in some newspaper, and now it lay on the floor of the backroom. The wrappings were layered enough to soak up the blood. "Whiskey on the rocks, if you please." Armand says, walking up to the bar, on the same side as Roth and Daisy, before going around to the proper side. Once seated on a stool at the end he tosses the vile of elemental water to Daisy.

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Daisy smiled at Armand, holding the vile up to the light and looking over the water inside. "Good job. This will definitely be worth a pretty penny. Add into that the fact no more civilians should be disappearing from that area, you could say things couldn't have gone better." Daisy looked toward the back room, rolling her eyes and turning back to Armand. "Based on what I'm sensing, you also brought home another prize. I'll inspect in later, see what we can get out of it. Until then, congratulations guys. Drinks are on-" Before she could finish, Rolan and Asther entered the bar and shot her a glance. The alliance between them and Daisy was strained at best most of the time. They were nice enough girls, but everyone knew they would sell them down the river to save their own skins, or make a quick buck. However, the information they provided was always good, and never once did a job go belly up because of what the sisters did. They strolled cautiously through the bar, making eye contact with thee patrons, if only to cause them to jump a little. Asther walked up to the bar and sat right across from Daisy, a wide smirk on her face. Daisy made a simple motion with her hand, the patrons in the bar filing out as quickly as possible. "You can stay Kisoro. You may not be one of us yet, but this will give you a good idea of how we operate."

Roth moved from behind the bar and grabbed Lilith's hand, walking her up the stairs off to the side and up to Daisy's office on the second floor. Eric looked at his empty glass, sighing as he realized his favorite barkeep just left the room. He begrudgingly stood up and moved around to the other side of the bar, his eyes shooting between the different liquors, trying to decide what to drink next. "How rude, Daisy. We come in for a simple drink and you make all your valued patrons leave. We're hurt, aren't we, Rolan? Rolan?" Asther turned back to see her sister glaring at Kisoro. "Come on Rolan, we don't have time for this. If Daisy is vouching for him we have to go along with it. Distrustful as always." Rolan turned her attention back to Daisy, but kept an eye on the fresh face. "Damn, now I've lost my train of thought... shit, that's it. Something's going down in the northern part of town. We 'spoke' to a goblin club manager a short while ago."

Daisy raised an eyebrow, looking at Asther with apathetic eyes. "A club manager? Tell me, why didn't you share this information with me earlier?" Asther chuckled a bit, shaking her head in response to Daisy. "Why? So you can send your hounds and wreck the place?" Eric reappeared from behind the bar, having abandoned his glass in favor of just drinking straight from the bottle. "Hey, we're not that bad... sober. Tell you what, talk to me in thirty minutes and then we'll see how I feel." Asther clicked her tongue. "See Daisy, that's why I don't trust you guys with stuff like this. Anyway, the manage told us some things. Some potentially cataclysmic things. Apparently, something is crossing over the Boundary. Something big. You asked us to look into why there has been a decrease in activity, this is what I got for you." Daisy shrugged, an unimpressed expression on her face. "Really? That's it? You tell me this, but just today we had three hits. Four if you count what Armand has rotting in the back." Asther leaned back in her chair, Rolan looking to her to see how they should proceed. "Look, believe me or not, I don't really give a shit. Let's go, Rolan. This was a waste of ti-" Before she could finish that sentence, a loud crashing sound could be heard from upstairs, followed by the sounds of Lilith screaming. Without even saying a word, Daisy was up the stairs, bursting through the door. Eric dropped his bottle and followed her up, knowing the others would be following as well. Asther and Rolan looked at each other, deciding it was best to stay out of it.

Daisy burst into her office to see a large section of the wall busted out and Roth on the ground, his knee pressed against the back of a hooded figure. "Daisy?! There were too many, I couldn't stop them all." Daisy motioned for Roth to stand up, the hooded figure rising to their feet. With a simple raise of her hand, Daisy forced the person against the far wall. "Where did they take her?!" Her voice cracked and her eyes were watery. She started to pull her hand into a fist, the person crying out in pain. Daisy walked up to the person and tore off their hood, revealing the woman underneath. She looked human and didn't have any signs of being anything else. Daisy started piecing it together in her head, knowing that only one group could get the drop on Roth and know whose daughter Lilith was. "Shepherds? Why would you take her?!" The woman simply smiled, despite the fact blood was starting to seep out of her mouth. Eric walked up and grabbed Daisy's arm, trying to calm her down before she killed their only clue to where Lilith had gone. Daisy released her hold, Roth picking the woman up and dragging her passed the others and down the steps. He knocked her unconscious before throwing her into the back room, letting her fall right next to Armand's last catch.

Daisy regained her composure, turning to the others with her eyes a little red.. They had taken the one thing she cared about, and she had no idea why. "Find them. I don't care what you have to do." Daisy raised her hand, the destroyed wall reforming to how it had been before the kidnapping. "Please, find my baby girl." Her voice was shaking. Eric simply nodded, pushing the others out of the room. She just needed time. Truthfully, none of them had seen her like this before, but no one had ever been foolish enough to do something like this to her before. Witches were not allowed to lay their hands on Shepherds. It was a part of an old treaty signed before Daisy was even alive. She had to keep to this promise, or else face the consequences. Not those from the Sect, but her own circle of witches. Luckily, the treaty did not pertain to the Exorcists, so they were free to do what needed to be done. Once they got down the steps, Eric looked to see the sisters sitting at the far end of the bar. They could hear what happened, so Asther and Rolan thought it best to simply sit in silence and not try to antagonize them further. Roth made his way back behind the bar, knowing he had to at least keep appearances up should people enter. Lilith was nigh untouchable, but if the wrong types found out she had been pulled from Daisy's grasp right under her nose, it would be very bad.

Eric turned to his fellow Exorcists and Kisoro, unsure of what to say. "We're looking for Shepherds. Gabriel and Kisoro, Shepherds are like us, but a whole lot of wraith and death. They don't think twice about killing those from the Boundary regardless of good or bad. Most will also kill any that get in their way. We have a trail, but its getting colder by the minute. Mila, take Gabriel and Kisoro with you to St. Anna's. Its an old Cathedral that's been here since the city was constructed. That's were the Shepherds usually stay if they are in town. Kisoro, I'd hate to wrap you up in our shit, but we could really use your help with this. Me and Armand will check out will check the Underground." The Underground, a place where collectors and those with a certain amount of knowledge can buy and trade artifacts and "parts" amongst each other. Its where Daisy would usually take their prizes from battle, but she didn't like the Exorcists going there. There were not usually welcomed, but if anyone would know about Shepherds getting into the city, it would be someone there. "We'll meet back up here in the morning. I have a feeling this night will just keep getting longer."

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Mila gave Roth a small, sympathetic smile, propping her hand on a hip as she leaned against the bar. That is how it usually turned out when he tried to help Lillith with homework. She had heard Kisoro fall to the floor before and shot him an amused look as Daisy asked Mila about her job and told her she could set her spoils behind the bar. “You can bet I got that jerk! Almost got Kisoro in the process too, the poor guy. Can’t seem to scare him off though,” she explained, giving a small laugh and a pointed but teasing look at him. She untied the bag of shadow shards and dropped it behind the counter. Kisoro mentioned that she might buy him a drink, and she made a shooing motion at him with a wide grin. She was about to make a teasing remark about his habit of mooching, when Rolan and Aster walked in. They seemed to always bring some sort of trouble, and apparently this time the news was enough for Daisy to send most of the patrons out.

Roth took young Lillith upstairs, and Mila gave the little girl a small wave before turning her attention to the two women. She took a seat near the bar and motioned for Kisoro to do the same. As she sat, she sighed softly, resting her head on her hand. At the mention of a goblin running a club, Mila’s eyes flickered to Daisy’s face. She seemed rather perturbed, though Mila didn’t totally get why. If an Othersider wasn’t causing harm, there was no reason to worry in Mila’s thinking. Still, the rest of their news really blew that out of the water. If it was true, it could mean serious trouble.

The twins were getting ready to leave, when there was suddenly a ruckus upstairs. Mila was on her feet and halfway to the stairs before she realized she had moved. The only thought in her mind was seeing Roth take Lillith up when the little meeting started. What in the world was going on? Mila was only a few moments behind Daisy, her hand on her sword and ready to draw as she dashed up the stairs. As she got to the door, a horrid sight met her eyes. Half of one wall was blown open, exposing the room to the chilly night air. Daisy had a figure in a black cloak pinned against the wall, gasping in pain. Daisy quickly walked over and jerked off the hood, revealing a woman’s face. Mila noticed a trail of blood already dripping from the stranger’s mouth. Her eyes flickered to Daisy, knowing that she would kill the woman, but making no attempt to stop the witch. Mila released her grip on her sword as Daisy interrogated the silent woman. There was nothing she could do but wait.

An exorcist called Eric moved over to Daisy and calmed her long enough that she released the hooded woman. Roth took the half- dead woman out of the room and down the stairs, but Mila’s attention stayed on Daisy. The poor woman had lost her dear child and was clearly shaken up. Mila’s eyes were sympathetic as Daisy told them to go after Lillith. Mila had turned to go even before Roth started shepherding them out, and was soon downstairs pacing.

When Eric came down, he took charge. Normally, Mila may have resented that, but now was not the time to be picky about who called the shots. The plan he gave was good enough for her, so she motioned to Kisoro and nodded at Gabe before wordlessly storming out the door. If one compared her current mood to the playful one just moments before, they would almost say she could be two different people. Now, there was not even a hint of her teasing personality. She was all business and nothing could distract her.

As soon as she hit the sidewalk, Mila sped up to a brisk jog. The Cathedral was not far, but they had no time to waste. She was already trying to formulate a plan, and looked back at Kisoro with a thoughtful gaze. Gabe, she knew, had a sort of transformation. She had never seen it, but she knew it was deadly. Probably could attract quite a bit of attention too. Of Kisoro’s abilities she knew even less. She knew he had a sort of dust-ash form, and he had some other illusionistic gifting as demonstrated with that fear aura.

She darted around a corner, automatically dodging around some late night pedestrians and ignoring their shouted questions. She was too busy considering what to do to even pay attention. After the next turn, she shouted back, “We are getting close, stay in the shadows until we can discuss the plan." It was only a little while longer before she stopped in an alleyway just up the street from the Cathedral. It was far enough that they wouldn’t be noticed, even as they discussed the plan, but they had a clear view of the main entry.

She knelt down, peering at the Cathedral before turning her eyes on Kisoro and Gabe. Her eyes were rather intense and cold, but she didn’t care. “Here is what I have so far. Gabe, you and I will act as a distraction. The point is to make as much noise as possible and get all the Shepherds hiding in there to want to see what we are doing. They will know that we haven’t had much time to think things out, so seeing us barge up to the door won’t seem odd. They think Undead Exorcists are hotheaded idiots either way,” she said in a sardonic tone.

Her gaze then turned to Kisoro, her eyes almost the same as when she delivered her threat the night before. “I know you just got dragged into this, so you do not have to act if you don’t care to. Still, we could use your talents, as Eric said back there. I just have one question for you. Can you go unnoticed? I will need you to get past the Shepherds and find out what you can. If Lillith is in there, we need to know. Can you do it?” Her tone as she stated the last question did not allow for any flippant answer or uncertainty. If Kisoro agreed, she would hold him to it.

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Kisoro crouched in the shadows next to Mila and Gabriel, the three of them preparing to infiltrate a cathedral that served as a local base for Shepherds, who of course would try to kill them as soon as the three made their move. Thoughts raced through Kisoro's mind as he tried to organize the events of the past hour and figure out what exactly was going on. It started with those two girls entering the UE together, that's when the atmosphere in the room had changed and the string of events leading to this moment had begone. No one seemed too interested in what the girls had to say, but Kisoro was intrigued by it. Activity slowing down and something big coming across the Boundary? He had kept tabs on such things in the past, but he had been locked in an Ash Born prison for some time now, obviously unable to keep tabs from there. On top of that, he was now cut off from all his usual sources of information and would have to start from scratch when investigating it. Regardless, he felt it was worth noting and looking into when he found a way of doing so.

What was of more immediate concern was what happened next. A scream from upstairs, everyone rushing up there, and Lilith being kidnapped. Lilith was the daughter of a witch, there aren't many who would dare to harm her, yet someone had dared. Kisoro had been given a chance at the UE to leave and not become further involved but he had chosen to stay. Now Mila gave him that chance one more time, this would be his last chance to back out. "A little girl was just kidnapped, if I can help, then you can bet I will help. If you two draw them out and distract them, I can sneak in. I'll look for Lilith or anything that might tell us where she could be. You distract them as long as you can, then pull out. If you don't see me leaving the cathedral, then meet me at that diner we past about six blocks back in an hour. If I'm not there, then assume I've been captured or killed. That sound reasonable?" Kisoro looked to both Gabriel and Mila for conformation.

Despite the imminent danger of the situation, Kisoro was curious to see how both Mila and Gabriel would do in a fight of this scale, though more curious about Mila. Seeing Mila fight the night before had largely been what initially made Kisoro decide to stick around her, after all, you can learn a lot from how a person fights and when they choose to fight. He was excited to see more of her fighting, even if it would only be for a brief time before he snuck into the cathedral. That having been said, his focus was on saving Lilith, he wouldn't let his curiosity get in the way of that.

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As Kisoro answered, Mila's face relaxed slightly. It seemed that Kisoro was onboard, and that would make things easier. It would have been much harder if she and Gabe had to go it alone against several Shepherds, so Kisoro definitely helped them even out the odds. There was still, of course, a lingering doubt in the back of Mila's mind about Kisoro. It would not be hard to act friendly and harmless for a few days, and then betray them. Still, the likelihood of that scenario was fading. In any case, Mila had no real choice but to trust him now. And, for some reason, she found that she did trust him. The realization was somewhat surprising, But Mila had no time to dwell on it now.

“Very well. I’m counting on you,” she said, allowing a slight smile and a friendlier tone. She glanced around the corner again. There was one pedestrian strolling down the street, but it was otherwise empty. He soon passed into the dark night. The cathedral seemed to be eerily quiet. Hopefully it would stay that way until she and Gabe stirred up the wasp’s nest. “Alright, go find a back entrance. As soon as Gabe and I set up the Zero-Space spell, do your thing. This isn’t going to be pretty so I hope you are ready,” she said tiredly, her last comment directed at Gabe. He seemed eager enough, so she left the shelter of the alley as quick and silent as a fox. Gabe followed not far behind.

They were soon standing in the shadows across from the cathedral, which was still silent. The moon brightly illuminated the pale stone of the building, making it stand out from the other brick buildings nearby. The moon was abruptly hidden by a cloud, dropping the scene into shadow. Mila double checked for any other bystanders before giving Gabe a nod. He returned it and they began the spell. She was sure the Shepherds knew they were there the second they started the spell, but that was how she wanted it. Immediately after the spell was set, that odd surreal quality enveloping their surroundings, Mila started a charge toward the pale building. She let out a loud shout as she drew her weapon and activated it. Immediately, she let out a wave of energy. Instead of being sharp as her blade, it was more broad and flat, and glowed with a faint, wavering purple aura. It hit the building with enough force to make the windows rattle and the large double doors shake.

She heard Gabe beside her give an awful roaring shout of his own, and saw that he had transformed out of the corner of her eye. She immediately shouted, letting rage seep into her tone, “Come out, you sniveling bastards! We know you have her. Nowhere to hide now, so face us!” She let off another blast, this one just shy of making the windows break. Large cracks began to appear in some of the glass. The door flung open, and Gabe’s … Bob let out a Howl. Several panes shattered and both doors flung open.

A single Shepherd inside let out an agonized moan, covering his eats as he ducked behind a wall. However, as soon as the Howl ended, he raced out the door, a large gun in his arms and braced against his shoulder. He let off a shot and Mila rolled to evade the bullet. The next shot was fired at Gabe, and she took the opportunity to charge the man. Having missed Gabe, he quickly levered the rifle back at Mila and squeezed off another shot. This time, the bullet was encased in flame that left a trail on the street behind it. As it hit, it exploded, leaving a small crater in the street.

Mila jumped, adjusting her gravity so she would land on the building over the shepherd’s head. She crouched as she hit to absorb the impact. At this point, the Shepherd’s attention was focused on Bob/Gabe, who was attacking with his talons. The Shepherd blocked with the barrel of the rifle before making a jump away, levering off a fiery shot at the monstrous Bob. Mila was just about to interrupt the jump with an attack of her own when she heard a faint scuffle of the stone above her. She turned to look and found that she was the one being ambushed.

Another male Shepherd, this one more thin and wiry than the brutish man wielding a rifle below, was diving at her. In his hand, he held a long, strange looking sword. It seemed serrated like a row of shark’s teeth. He drew back his arm, and Mila watched in surprise as the sharp “teeth” of the blade separated. It was a sword whip, and she was now in range. She jumped off from the building, already reorienting her gravity toward the ground, but she was not quite fast enough to block the attack with her sword. It sliced deeply into her upper left arm, and she gave a cry of pain. At the same instant, however, she released a badly aimed wave of energy from her sword.

The blond haired man leaned back in his fall, just barely dodging the razor sharp line of energy. It smashed into the building behind him, leaving a gash in the stone. Mila hit the ground only a second before he did, grasping her injured arm with a wince for a moment. The man immediately stood and raised the sword whip over his head, and it shot straight up. Soon, it lit up with lightning that went out slightly from each edge. He brought his arm down and the blade followed, its white-blue encasing of lightning seeming to reach out for her. Luckily, it had a limit of distance it could go, and Mila was able to jump up and back to the wall of the building behind her.

She wasted no time waiting for another attack and went immediately on the offensive, launching herself toward the man and letting out a horizontal blast of energy as his sword whip embedded itself in the ground. She watched for him to make a move to dodge, and saw his body start to lean toward the right. She immediately slashed another wave at the spot directly to his right, so fast it went smoothly from her previous sword stroke in a wide ‘v.’ However, he surprised her be jumping more forward than to the side, and managed to mostly miss both the attacks. Only a small piece of his shirt was cut, as a small red line to match on his arm.

He lifted his sword, which came out of the ground easier than Mila would have expected. She was barely able to bring her own blade down below her, still flying at him, and she braced the blade with her left hand. As the still electrified sword whip hit her blade, the electricity flowed through the metal of her blade and into her body for a moment. She let out a pained yelp muffled by clenched teeth. She managed to pushed off the blade and with her own and flipped over the man, crumpling as she hit the ground several feet behind him.

He turned slowly, a self-righteous grin on his face as Mila struggled to a kneeling position, breathing hard. It seemed that the electricity had not been coursing through her body long enough to do any horrible damage, but she still felt rather shaky. She forced herself to her feet and stood in a fighting stance, ready to dodge or block at a moment’s notice. The Shepherd’s smile widened as he spoke, “Not so cocky now, are you? I hope you are ready to die again.” Now that their battle had paused for a moment, Mila could hear Bob and the rifle wielding Shepherd still fighting, but she did not let herself be distracted.

The man’s eyes widened slightly as Mila gave a short laugh. “I think it is you who's getting cocky. Now that I know your tricks, how long do you think you will actually last?” she said in a rather sardonic tone. She readied herself for his next move.

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Mila and Gabriel had the distraction well underway, engaging the shepherds in a fight they would not likely forget. Meanwhile, Kisoro, who wasn't trapped in the zero-space spell, stole silently through the alley ways and on around to the back of the cathedral. He sat at the end of an alley, a street and small yard separating him from the cathedral wall. The light of the moon lit the street with an eery glow, which would make Kisoro clearly visible should he try to cross the street. From his hiding spot, Kisoro began studying the back wall of the cathedral, looking for anything that even might prove useful. For the most part there wasn't much to see, old stone made up the bulk of the wall, the only window was a stained glass window high up, towards the top of the wall, it seemed that most of the detail had gone into the front and sides of the cathedral. There was, however, a small door at the base of the wall, a service entrance for moving things in and out without having to go through the grand main entrance.

It wasn't long before a cloud passed in front of the moon, plunging the cathedral and surrounding streets into near total darkness except for a few spots that had a street lamp of some kind. Kisoro took a quick glance around, making sure there was no one watching, and then dashed across the street right to where the door was. Once at the door, he crouched down and examined the ground, looking for any signs of recent activity. The grass seemed trampled and there were scuffs around the base of the door, it seemed this service entrance was receiving quite frequent use of late. With the door being used frequently, there was a chance that the door might be left unlocked to allow easier use, and that was what Kisoro was hoping as he reached for the door. The door slowly swung open to reveal a small, circular room, a slight grin appeared on Kisoro's lips as he stepped through the doorway and shut the door behind him.

The small room Kisoro now stood in was dimly lit by a faint glow cast by candles mounted on the walls. The light from the candles seemed to try and climb its way up the stone walls in search of the ceiling, but the ceiling was hidden in darkness, making it seem like the walls extended upwards with no end. Along the circular wall of the room, there could be found multiple doors, all closed. Knowing there was no time to waste, Kisoro hurried to the first door and quietly opened it to peer in. The door lead to a hallway, but the candles that lined the wall were not lit and the hall quickly faded into the dark. The fact that the candles weren't lit indicated that the hallway wasn't currently being used, which meant Lilith would most likely not be down that hall. Kisoro shut that door again, and moved on to the next door only to find it the same, but the third door was different.

Behind the third door, Kisoro found a spiral staircase winding its way downward. The candles were lit and spaced every half turn to provide only enough light to vaguely make out the steps. Since the candles were lit Kisoro decided to follow the stairs down and see what could be found. What is it with humans and keeping their prisoners underground anyway? He thought as he crept quietly along. He noticed the cobwebs hanging from the walls becoming more common the deeper he went, giving a feeling of moving into an abandoned area, yet the lit candles made it clear the area was still in use. Finally he reached the bottom of the stair case, they had taken him what must have been at least fifty feet underground.

Kisoro now stood at the beginning of a long hallway with doors evenly spaced on both the left and the right. Cobwebs seemed to be clinging to every nook and cranny and the dust was so thick that footprints were clearly visible on the floor. He began walking slowly down the hall, stepping only in footprints that were already there so that hopefully no one would notice that he had been there. The dust was clearly undisturbed around many of the doors, making it clear they hadn't been used recently, but some had scuff marks left in the dust from where the door had swung open. Checking behind each door that had been used recently, he found only store rooms, some containing medieval weapons, others ancient books and still others stock piles of food or wine. When he came to the end of the hallway, there was a single door, right on the end. Kisoro cautiously opened the door and stepped through.

The room was fairly large compared to the rooms Kisoro had found so far. It was square and each corner seemed to be packed full with stacks of crates along with jewelery chests, old, ornate candle sticks, grandfather clocks and much more. What drew Kisoro's attention however was the table in the middle of the room. It was a simple, square, wooden table, but unlike anywhere else he had seen so far, it was well lit. There were multiple candles setup around the edges of the table casting their flickering light upon the table's surface. Kisoro approached the table and began examining what had been lain out on it. There was a map of the city with several locations circled and numbered and there was also a small, leather bound notebook laying on the map. Moving the notebook aside for the moment, Kisoro studied the map, memorizing it as best he could, then he folded it up and put it in his pocket. Glancing around to see that no one had discovered him, he then opened the notebook and began skimming through the pages. The more he read, the more concern seemed to come into his expression.

After a few minutes of reading the notebook, Kisoro shut the book and put it in his pocket, opposite the map. He knew the distraction would not last forever and the contents of the notebook, along with the lack of guards, made it clear Lilith was not being kept in the Cathedral, it was time to get out while he still could. Kisoro turned to head back the way he had come, there was nothing more to be gained by staying.