Attack of the Crap Demon

Summary:
October 30, 2014: Hellboy, Paul Manning, Rain, and Fenris are drawn to the scene of an accidental demon summoning.

Abandoned Gotham City Subway Station


Characters

NPCs

  • "Jockey Shorts" (the dude in distress)
  • Filth Demon
  • Various Wannabe Cultists

Mood Music:


Another day in Gotham, another problem. This time, it's something quite a bit more substantial than your usual street hoods. In a dark, abandoned subway line, where daylight and the police do not venture, a small gathering is happening. Figures in dark robes, barely illuminated by oddly bright candles and pan torches spread around them. Five kneel around an inverted pentagram, surrounded by blood and the remnants of animals… and worse. In the center of the pentragram, restrained by some unholy will, writhes a young man, clad only in his jockey shorts. His eyes roll up into his skull in pain or terror, pinned to the ground by some unknown force as the chanting summoners work their magic- a dozen other worshippers murmuring in some fell tongue, creating an eerie sussurance through the empty tunnels.

-

Rain finds business is good in Gotham. She's mindful of other healers and occultist's turf, but well. You do what you gotta. And healing and detective skills are in high demand in Gotham. Rain seems to be passing through the area on her broomstick, with Captain riding faithfully behind. "I still think humanity hasn't really changed that much, you know. You guys still write on walls, worship cats and wonder who's boinking who like it matters. That's my theory, anyway." Rain just smiles at the baritone voiced cat's musings.

Their ride home is interrupted by … wait, a subway thing? Those shouldn't be… something odd is going on. Captain's ear flicks. "I hear sussurusing. That's usually ominous, like, goatees." Pause. Rain peers down. "Remind me not to let you use the internet." "I can't help it." The two go quiet as they come in close to investigate the subway line, hearing the noises.

-

The chanting is what draws the attention of a certain Old Wolf. A way tears open as Rain comes down near the subway tunnel. "Mmmmmmm…" He sniffs the air. Yep, back down here someway. Gotham is… erf. Gotham is Gotham. The fact that there are dire summonings going on doesn't really surprise him. Up set him? Yeah. Don't do that on his hunting grounds. It only upsets the Sun Eater.

A lot.

-

Slowly, something deep and dark works its way into the texture of whispers in the tunnel. It's a deep rumble, something volcanic or tectonic, perhaps — or, for those given to macabre imaginings, maybe even something of the underworld. And as it grows to drown out the chorused voices, one thing is clear: it's getting closer. The anticipated victim of the impending sacrifice grows more and more panicked at its approach, thrashing wildly, until the sound grows to a crescendo, and one of the tunnel walls explodes in a shower of mortar and loam. A blast of foul air fills the tunnel, and a hulking, shadowed figure flies into the middle of the dark ritual.

His landing is a lot less impressive than his entrance. He lands ass-first and rolls, knocking ritualists and their accoutrements aside, then finally comes to a sprawled halt, panting heavily. He's bright red, weighs hundreds of pounds, and is wearing a shabby coat covered in sewer grime.

"That the best you've got?!" Hellboy bellows as he laboriously struggles back to his hooves. His yellow eyes flicker around the room he's just been smacked into. "Wait a minute. You guys! You're the jerks who summoned this thing!" He grabs the nearest and lifts him up by the front of his robe. "Next time, check your Satanist GPS. You were about a mile off." He points into the darkness of the sewer he just demolished a doorway into. "Don't worry. Looks like I brought your buddy to the Halloween party after all."

-

Paul's never happy to be in Gotham. If his mother didn't live there and refuse to move, he'd never step foot in the city if he could help it. But she does. And she does. And being a good son, he has to visit. In the middle of one such visit, he has the urge to go get some Chinese food: a not unusual impulse for him. Walking toward the nearest take out place that's decent, he decides to pass it in favor of a different one he's been to in the past. Their moo shu is better and it's only a few stops away on the subway. As the subway train pulls away, he starts down the tunnel instead of heading up to the street. Why? He couldn't rightly say. While he doesn't share his head with an artifact, it can and does direct him subtly at times and he turns down another tunnel into a line no longer used. Once he hears the chanting, he doesn't need any urging to proceed further and he pulls his gun before quietly advancing.

-

"Holy , it's Hellboy!" the seized summoner squeaks, his voice cracking. He struggles fruitlessly, fighting the red-skinned man's superior strength. "What the hell?! How… oh God, no!" he shouts, eyes bugging out of his head at the shadows shifting behind Hellboy. He twists his neck and looks at his friends, wild desperation on his face. "What the did we do?! This wasn't supposed to happen, man!" he tells Hellboy, grimacing in fear. "I swear! We… we were just supposed to scare him a bit! Maybe bring in… I don't know, like a ing lesser demon or something. What the hell followed you here?!"

-

Rain and her cat start in and - hey! It's Fenris. She does likely keep her activity in Gotham low out of respect to those who already hunt there. "Huh? Hi… We heard some-" Ahem. Captain amends, "I heard some chanting." nd they're going to check it out. When Hellboy does his thing. The witch and her cat go scrambling towards it. What monstruous horrors lie ahead!? What terrible dreadbeasts dredged up from the bowels of youtube comments could they have!? O, man, thine depravity knows no bounds!

And the dramatic thought train comes screeching to a halt like a record scratch noise. "Oh wow. It's Hellboy!" Cool. Then they peer around him at the summoners.

-

Fenris nods in greeting to Rain and then staaaaaaaaares as Hellboy comes through the wall. Ah yes. He remembers this one. The BPRD enforcer or… something like that. Still he's got the right idea. These summoners are grade A idiots. Someone should probably discourage them from trying this again. He starts to walk forward, pulling his Gale Rod out. Focused blasts of wind are useful for this kind of thing. "Rain. That man at the center of the circle probably needs some help."

-

"Great plan, genius!" Hellboy snaps through gritted teeth. "Light bondage and a demon summoning. What could go wrong?" He drops the pseudo-cultist. "I don't suppose your Necronomicon-slash-book-of-wacky-pranks has a dismissing spell? Now would be the time."

Almost immediately, he's buffeted from behind by a gale-force wind. He hunches over, not losing any stability in the windstorm, but his expression does somehow manage to grow even grumpier. At least he smells a little better now that some of the miasma of the Gotham sewers has been ventilated. He turns and takes in the newcomers. "Witch-girl. Other guy. Be ready for a fight, this thing's —"

What, exactly, he was going to tell them is lost as the filth-covered pit beast hits him from behind.

-

Hellboy. It never occured to Paul that he could be summoned. But he is a demon, after all so it makes sense. He has no clue who the others are but they seem to have the situation in hand. He reholsters his gun but leaves his hand on it just in case. "Please don't tell me this was some Halloween fratboy hazing stunt." he says as he steps out of the tunnel. "Detective Manning." He pulls out his wallet to flash his badge quickly enough it's doubtful anyone would notice it's not a Gotham one. And the second demon is why his hand is still on the gun. Pulling it, he fires at its back as it attacks Hellboy.

-

The Beast that attacks Hellboy is something built of sewage and refuse, a barely coherent mass of sloppy, disgusting effluvia that has no coherent form or shape. It slams a pseudopod of refuse into the man in Hellboy's hands, snapping his neck with an audible crack. The other summoners scream and flee, running in all directions at once in a mass panic. The amoeba-like entity swells up to a height of ten feet and emits a gurgling roar that shudders the subway, something wet and horrible. The stink is nothing to ignore, either, though the lethality of its powerful pseudopods is a more pressing concern for most.

-

… oh geez. Rain looks to Fenris, nodding back. "Sure," She's not the most combat able caster. Although, Rain can be formidable in her own right. There's a freaking Fenris, Hellboy and what might be INFERNO COP(TM). Or at least a detective who doesn't seem to blink at this sort of thing. And at least Rain isn't homeless and illegal by right of existing. Go figure. Rain doesn't seem ruffled as she's addressed as witch-girl. Best not to have one's names shouted around demons.

"Oh Hell's bells," Rain looks worried. Captain is glad to be latched onto his witch's shoulders. "Whyyyy must I have a good sense of smell?!" Woe be unto kitty who buries his face into Rain's dark, wavy hair. Nevertheless, she's got to grab that victim if he's not already dead, squished or whatever happens when effluvia gets involved. She's going to sneak over as best as she can, though if anything gets too close, it's going to find out that she can channel small blasts of magic through her gun in lieu of mundane bullets.

-

Fenris strides forward and throws more wind, both at the cultists and at the beast. He's moving in front of Rain to give her cover. Pauls pistol rings in the confines of the sewer. One moment Fenris is reaching up to pluck his necklace off his neck and the next he's got a very large blade in his left hand.

Then he lunges. The Moonsilver Shard isn't by any stretch of the imagination a 'magical weapon' save that it can change size and won't break when he swings it. Still, it's very, very sharp and he begins to apply it liberally to the beast beating on Hellboy.

-

Hellboy is slammed to the ground by the filth demon. He shudders and does a laborious push-up, the force so great that his stone fist cracks the concrete beneath him. Fenris and Paul beat the creature back enough for the BPRD agent to get his legs under him; he scrambles away, hooves sliding in the stinking effluvium as he struggles to get into some semblance of a combat stance.

"The Samaritan didn't work," he hollers once he's free, as though everyone should know what that means, "so that crap it's covered in must be protecting it. We'll have to clean it off to get a clear shot." He glances around. "Anyone got a dismissing spell? We've got a magic circle ready-made."

-

And this is why the Rapture directed Paul down here. When it becomes obvious the gun is practically useless, he puts it back in its holster. Where do his clothes go when he transforms? That's for a wizard to answer. The only constant is the artifact of power hanging from around his neck. Previously hidden by his clothes, it now rests openly against his basalt looking skin. "Then we'll do it the hard way." he says as he rushes past Rain to try to tackle the demon.

-

Rain has no trouble liberating the terrified young man as the would-be summoners flee into the side-tunnels, but the rest of the crew has little luck with the vile filth demon. It's not that it is hard to hit, but it is absolutely lacking in internal anatomy. Fenris' sword merely sinks into the gross bile that the creature consists of, and Paul's fists and arms merely sink into the disgusting semi-flesh. It emits something that sounds like a belching laugh and lashes out with pseudopods at Fenris and Paul, lashing out like massive clubs, before it turns on Hellboy and hurls the upper two-thirds of its mass at the red-skinned demon in a brute tackle.

-

Well, Rain has a dude. "Captain, make sure he dodges," She lets the cat guard the man behind them if he's mobile. And she has no problem letting Paul rush past. Else she'll take him a bit more away. She looks grateful for the protection. But relief turns to worry as the assault seems to be proving ineffective. Didn't she deal with this in a video game once? She did. Rain goes quiet, looking completely zoned out and at peace with the world.

Ohhm- wait, she's not a monk. Nevermind. Nor is the slime monster wearing pants. But what Rain *does* have is fire. She's going to test her answer by setting some of the pseudopods NOT whacking at people on fire. Flaming tentacles, hooo! Wait, is that a band in Japan?

-

Fenris ends ups slammed against a wall, wincing. "Ow." He grunts as he picks himself out of a dent in the masonry. His illusion of humanity is starting to fail as he's forced to draw on his dvinity more and more. His shape begins to swell and in a moment he's a sevan and a half foot tall wolfman. "Clean it off, eh." Fenris looks for one of the water mains. There. By Paul. Between Rain's fire and a little water… "Behind you!" He shouts to Paul. "Crack open the water main and I'll give this thing a bath!"

-

Hellboy blinks dumbly as Paul transforms and attacks. He glances first at Rain, then at Fenris, a quizzical expression on his face. "Did you know he could do that?" he asks. And then Fenris is transforming, too. Is he the only weird-looking supernatural type in the Northeast without some kind of totally innocuous disguise?

He doesn't have much time to ponder his woeful fate before the slimebeast comes at him again. He snatches up a broken piece of concrete to slam against the thing as it crashes into him like a viscous wave. The makeshift weapon has no effect whatsoever, so he drops it and leans into the larger demon like he's a football lineman. His hooves dig grooves in the platform as he's inexorably pushed backward. "I'll, uh, keep it busy," he grunts out, voice heavy with strain.

-

Paul slams into one of the walls which cracks at the impact. Standing back up, he starts for the demon again when the wolfman suggests what he considers a fine idea. Turning, he grabs the pipe in a hand and crushes it, leaping aside as water starts pouring out into the tunnel. "Willingly or not, demon, you're going back to Hell."

-

The filth demon roars in pain as it is set afire, writhing and lashing out almost blindly. It weeps black tears from dark hollows where eyes might be, and the smell in the tunnels becomes something truly vile and sickening.

Then when Paul rips over the high-pressure line in the wall, the demon is slammed apart. It's not holy water, but it's high pressure, and that's enough to rip a giant chunk of it apart. Trash and effluvia flies across the dead rails, splattering the walls, and the demon roars and moans, thrashing violently in an attempt to get away from the water.

-

Poor Hellboy. Rain is lucky in that she didn't get some weird or horrific witchmark, it's true. At least she can don contact lenses if she wants to cover her purple eyes. That, and she's got an aura of +5 nerdliness. She's the girl you expect to see on Tumblr on a tablet somewhere. Captain hisses at the water and smell. The cat really, really is not happy. He's going to bat at the man they saved to steer him away from it. batbatbat. And Rain herself is going to set alight any bits above water.

The only problem is move, cast is really toug. So she has to move, then look like she ate one too many brownies from the botany club before her spell goes off.

-

It gets worse for the creature as Fenris uses his gale rod to begin directing the spary, hosing off any bits of the creature that Rain's fire didn't burn clean. Between the three of them the idea is to get it sparkling and spotless - or near enough - in short order. Then he's going to try that old 'Hasan Chop' routine again.

-

Hellboy roars wildly as he pounds his stone fist repeatedly against whatever bits of the creature he can get to. "Sit!" SLAM. "Still!" SLAM. "And!" SLAM. "Take!" SLAM. "Your!" SLAM. "Bath!" He must be great at obedience training. The flames tormenting the sewage-covered demon don't seem to have any effect on Red, except for doing a number on his much-abused trenchcoat.

-

Paul tears off a portion of wall and shoves it into the path of the edge fo the spray, using its surface to direct the water better. Who'd have thought a hosing down would work on a demon? So much to learn.

-

In short order, the demon is washed away, and whatever isn't splattered into the drains is burned away by Rain's purging magical fire. The sewer is still stained by the macabre markings and the vile remains of the demon- but at least it isn't trying to kill anyone, anymore.

-

Captain at least, keeps steering jockey shorts to safety with a series of pawtaps to the side of his head, like some kind of meat mecha. Rain has to be quiet and concentrate to do her fire thing. She stops though, as the vile remains and markings are all that's left. "Huh. Are you guys alright?" She asks. Captain seems to have the near sacrifice in hand. For her part then, Rain will peer over the place. "Anyone want to um, I guess wash away those markings…?" And deal with the remains? While jockey shorts has a cat atop his head steering him.

-

Fenris sniffs in distaste. Captain isn't the only one with an enhanced sense of smell. "Ugh. Place smells worse than usual… nice work though, Rain, Hellboy…" He glances over to Paul. Have we met? Sniiiiif. Maybe. "Sir." The detective gets a polite nod.

"Getting rid of the circle is probably a good idea, at least. I'm unhurt. Hellboy, are you?"

-

"I smell like an outhouse," Hellboy answers. That's all the status update anyone is going to get. "Don't erase the circle," he says, holding up one hand. "Cleanup team will want to get pictures of the scene. Gotta make sure these idiots didn't call anything else. Speaking of which…" His head rises up over his hunched shoulders and he peers over at Rain's cat and its charge. "You okay, naked guy? What did you do to piss these guys off so bad?"

-

"So take a shower." Paul tells Hellboy. "You've got all the water you could want. And speaking of, we need to fix the water main somehow. Or at least shut it off. Fixing is better though since there's probably people without water now." That would be Rain's are of expertise perhaps? She does seem to be the actual wizard. Look over at the werewolf, he shakes his head. "Don't think so."

-

"Yeah, I can help mend the pipe," She peers up. "It'll take me a few minutes at least, though," Rain offers. "And okay," She nods. The cat stays on the man's head as long as he's panicked. Otherwise, repair work time.


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