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[ You have fallen onto a noisy street. After all the cold, the silence, the cacophony of city sounds blankets your ears muffles that feeling of abandonment. The street is dirty, and neon all around you advertises: Gambling! Fight pits! Come get your money's worth, restaurants, bars. They demand attention, and you could walk into any one of them.

Or, you might notice the alley ways before you enter. On the ground there's bodies: chalk outlines around those twisted at strange angles. Like crime scene photos, but you know how you got here. And if you look at the bodies too long, you can see the echo: shadows that are pale rather than darker, of missing wings upon their back.

The crowds on the street take no notice of you, or those bodies. ]

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There's nothing 'okay' about this! That's the completely wrong gesture for this situation!

. . .

And it's even covered in blood!

[just turns his palm up and shrugs like what do u want

pats her on the shoulder and pushes past her to go look for a back room]

[ There's a set of single stall bathrooms in the back, with doors that lock. Probably your best bet. ]

[heading there like a dude who is covered in blood and really needs to use a fucking bathroom.

the bug in his hand, if it tries to escape, will find Aries has spider powers so it's stuck in silk, and also he makes a point of crushing it enough that he's gonna be in a bad (but not dead) way when he turns back.

He shoves into the bathroom and methodically checks the stalls to make sure they are empty]

[ They're single stall with locking doors. Hell provides for those who want a place to torture, though there's no way of checking if these are bugged or not. That said, yeah, no one else is in there.

Being a bug is not terribly lethal to a demon, so the time-limited lasted longer.

That said, when he turns back, tumbling to the floor of the stall, it's clear at least a few of his ribs are broken from the way his chest is sort of unpleasantly crumpled in ways a rib-cage usually isn't. ]

[you know how someone said something about them not being armed? okay that was slightly a lie because aries doesn't go anywhere without his gun since that time he had to turn a guy into a bug to kill him properly.

so as soon as the dude turns back, Aries is dropping down to kneel on his broken ribs and -- if he lets out a cry of pain -- shoving the gun into his mouth. (and if not, a barrel pressed against his perfect teeth is probably just as convincing)

No talking]

[ Less a cry and more a grunt— not enough air in his lungs to do otherwise.

He glares up at Aries, but yeah, with the barrel of the gun in his mouth there's not a lot of talking going on. ]

[Once he gets Talon set up to listen in to conversations and Coyote watching the door, he'll join Aries in the bathroom]

I'd feel better if we could tie him up too. Want me to take over the gun so you can make some rope?

[thinks about it, then shakes his head. He doesn't want Silver to be the one holding the gun. Instead his spider legs roll out of his sides, and he spreads the fingers of his other hand, sil appears between them and the spider legs go to quick work pulling more silk out and starting to layer it over the guy they've captured. Over ribs, wrists, ankles, chest, neck...

It's not pretty, but it should do a good job of keeping him pinned to the floor. ]

[ He's pinned to the floor! Spider silk is strong stuff, so he doesn't seem like he'll be escaping any time soon, just judging off the physical predicament he has gotten into. ]

That's better, thanks.

[Turning his attention to the guy now]

So.....you roughed us up, we roughed you up...let's call it even and start fresh, hm? I'll be honest with you and you be honest with me. Like I said, we can't really explain. We're here because we were exploring and wound up staying too long. We just want out. How do we get out? You can talk around the gun.

[For his part, Aries seems pretty content to let Silver do the talking.

He pointedly cocks the hammer back on the gun, but draws it back just a tad to give the guy a little more room to work with.

surprisingly, he doesn't look nearly as pissed off as you'd expect from a guy whose tongue you cut off]

Out where?

[ He doesn't seem impressed with your "story". For all that he's on the ground in this situation, he doesn't seem super forthcoming either, though that's probably because it's hard to talk when it's difficult to breathe. His teeth are pink-stained now, from the blood in his mouth, courtesy of having his ribs cracked and causing some internal bleeding there. ]

Bunch of liars and a devastator, which "back" you even want?

Liars and a devastator? Are you talking about us? I wouldn't mind an introduction either. Who are you? Or who were you anyways?

[Crossing his arms, leaning against the wall]

Well, I guess I should start by asking where is here exactly? Also we want back up and out. We came through a rip and jumped down to where 'here' is.

[honestly, he's really confused they seem to be unknown. he tries to ask a question, but well. it comes out incomprehensible. then he sighs and just keeps the gun where it is, waiting]

[ He curses under his breath— fairest and first fallen damn it all ]

Knew liars didn't have their heads on straight, but [ It's difficult to breathe. He doesn't finish the sentence, and instead changes it: ] Hell. You're in the smallest of the Hells, and sounds like we're agreein'! I also want you to get the Hell out.

Great! I'm glad we can see eye to eye on something! How do we get out? Who do we talk to? Who is in charge here? You keep saying "liars", but we're being very honest with you.

[ he's just so beyond these questions. half of them are just, like, not even answerable. Imagine asking a guy how you get out of the country. ]

What, am I supposed to buy you're damned? What the hell would you be doing that far abroad and still solid. Sure ain't any TV stations around here.

['tv stations' gets his attention and he perks up, pushing the gun further into the guy's mouth and leaning over him

he tries, very very hard, to say 'Do you even watch TV'? though it comes out more like a series of oos and aahs and eehs]

...............I think he's asking if you watch TV?

Also, who is in charge of smallest Hell then? Also, do you know what the deal with the chalk outlined bodies is? Why did people come after us over that?

Why in the name of the nine eminent hells would I waste time on that shit?

[ oh my god, please, you're killing him. ]

Look, wasting time answering questions for head-fucked liars strikes me as a waste of my time, because you're just going to convince yourself whatever you want no matter what answer I give you. You want a name? You want me to speak of the devil? You want me to summon up the big guy?

[tilts his head and thinks about that, then waves silver over and gestures for him to take the gun afterall]

What can you tell me that isn't a waste of your time then?

[Notices the gesture, walking closer and taking over the gun]

Aries, is there anything I should ask him? Go ahead and type it out on your phone.

[ snide ]

I can tell you that if you wanna use that gun, it's not gonna point the way you want it.

[ That's probably not what you wanted to hear, huh ]

[makes a face at him, then opens and closes one hand in a 'talking' gesture, then lines up the tips of both of his fingers over the guy's eyes in a very clear 'i will gouge out both of your eyes' gesture]

"Don't need a gun, there's a hundred ways to kill you."

[it would probably sound cooler if he didn't have a tongue, but instead it sounds like a bunch of indecipherable garbled nonsense

anyway he takes out his phone and starts to type]

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