by Screwball » Fri May 05, 2006 3:38 am
Ranma looked from the local daemon to the local hunters, and then back again. She sighed. She supposed that they didn't look out of place fighting the silly looking thing, and it didn't look like any daemon she'd ever seen, although it certainly acted violent enough.
It didn't feel like any daemon she'd ever encountered either. It had the tiny prescence in the warp associated with a being that could feel some sort of emotion, but nothing large enough to draw power for the energy attack she'd just seen it launch.
Of course, she could be wrong, and it could be the herald of another invasion of nightmares, but... a possesed arcade machine? Leapinf off the roof, she landed near her male form, and let Cherry down off her back. Turning to him, she asked;
"You seem to know what's going on. Are they always this ridiculous? I get that they're local daemon hunters, but... why the strange clothes, and why the... odd... daemon?"
(OOC: 'Daemon' is pronounced 'demon', if you didn't alrady know that.)
After careful study of Number One's biographic work My Ceaseless Quest to Conquer Earth and Destroy its Puny Inhabitants, we have come to the conclusion that the Ghast Empire may well be up to something rum.