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The Geysers was the nickname given to a geothermal plant and field located to the south and east somewhat of the Ukiah base. Deep in the Mayacamas Mountain range, it’s also the Earth’s greatest source of geothermal power, consisting of twenty two plants in all. With the abundance of geysers and hot springs in the area, it of course would be a primary target for PG&E to pick at, trying to claim each and every part of it for their own, shutting it down in favor of their own twisted power uses, instead of the hot water rising and generating force, it’d be just another knot of cables, twisted and prone to being knocked down, delivering spotty service to the peasants below but preserving the best for those in the tower to live comfortably, both employees and those that could afford to move in alike.
PG&E once tried to rival it, during a spat of years that the geysers were at low activity, but natural forces pushed the heat back up and the one PG&E supplied was rendered obsolete. Jealousy, envy, all of that were formed in the hot air that blew between the two generators. It was also the last area around supplying anyone in that area at all with any semblance of power.
However, it was being chipped down by PG&E’s combined forces of their own armed goons and those RUNEZ mooks that they could pay pittance for their hard work. If one fell off a cliff into the river miles below, that was just more taxes they could save and no burial costs to be incurred. However, they were met by another one of the Four Heavenly Wives of the Archer, who had so resourcefully planted her and some trusted friends of hers as well as some of the peasants armed to the teeth to protect. It was all they could afford.
Until now.
CURRENT DAY
THE GEYSERS, MAYACAMAS MOUNTAINS, SONOMA/MENDOCINO COUNTIES, USA
“I do believe we’re under attack again!” coughed a voice in the distance, drawing her sword and swiftly cutting down a few soldiers standing in her way. “They’ve certainly been picking up the pace with this, haven’t they?”
“So good of you to notice.” another voice added, this one clad in robes and holding a guitar slung against her back. “Also I do believe the phrase is “We are fucking under attack.””
“N-No it isn’t! You’ve been hanging around your goddamn wife and her sibling too long!”
“You mean my wife and yours?”
“SHUT UP!” The other voice hacked up a bit of blood in her anger as she cut down another line of goons. “Not to change the subject, but for all they’re sending, they’re awfully weak.”
“Yeah, anything that seems to be getting in right now is just any number the militia can’t hold back. Though that’s beginning to worry me. There wasn’t this many getting through in a week before, and now in a day?”
A dark figure burst onto the battlefield, the heat and steam from the plant behind them and the geysers surrounding them making it hard to see who was who. The terrain was rocky and mossy, slippery and stabbing both at best. In front of him were Nobukatsu and Akechi.
“W-WHAT? Did we somehow get contracted for another one of her dumbass Gudaguda events again?” the first voice groaned.
“So good of you to be here, Okita. Though I should have known you would be, what with that Archer and Nobunaga themselves still somehow avoiding the flames in all of this.” Akechi smirked. “Good, that means the lot of you will be burned down and the whole series of events will only bear my name!”
The figure behind him slapped him in the head and snorted. “That’s not what we’re here for, you idiot! No wonder you keep getting beat! Sounds like all you’ll provide me at best is a meat shield!”
“Oh, it’s this creep. And the other one… Nobu… Nobuketchup I believe your name was? I honestly barely remember you at all.” Okita was nonplussed.
“IT’S NOBUKATSU AND THIS TIME I AT LEAST HAVE A SERVANT CLASS!” he screamed.
“Be quiet, boy.” The shadowy figure stepped forward, a cruel grin curling under his moustache, holding in his hands an impressively bloody kanabo and pushing Akechi and Nobukatsu to the front. “These two idiots can shut up and make way for the real deal. Your stupid little power plant base falls today! I’m the Berserker of Sekigahara, and all this land shall be mine!”
“...I’m pretty sure I know that emblem of yours from history books and no way were you at Sekigahara!” Okita coughed again.
“So you’re saying this guy’s got an inflated ego and he’s a Berserker? Sounds like an easy kill for us.” the other figure asked, sure of herself.
“Who’s this? Why don’t I get a guitar?” Nobukatsu continued to whine.
“I’m the Caster of Moon Valley, since if you won’t give me your name, why should I give you mine?”
“How come my True Name never got hidden?”
“Because you came along sooner than that got implemented!” Okita growled.
“That’s enough, have at you!”
A battle immediately ensued on the planes of the geyser dotted land and the Caster started off with boosting Okita as much as she could. With only the two of them and no Master, it would be hard to fend off three named servants, especially one without a true name, at least not yet. But she was confident she could keep Okita alive long enough to even the field a bit.
Like always, Akechi and Nobukatsu fell hard and fast.
The Berserker of Sekigahara, on the other hand…
Plot cheats. He had a second HP gauge and had already used a plot only skill to charge his NP, sending out a massive shockwave and stunning both of the girls before him, dropping them to one HP each. They had no choice but to end the battle right then and there.
“Is this it? Are The Geysers done for?” Okita frowned.
~ END CHAPTER 4 NODE 3
“Retreat further in! If we time it right, we can lose him in the steam and maybe burn some damage onto him! Quickly!” the Caster yelled.
The two escaped into the facility and began their manic chase up and around the turbines and generators. Now and again, the geysers would push into it, making the whole room too hot to stay still in, lest you get burned. The Berserker, mad with his need to take the land, continued to break open the containers for the residual steam and water, making his feet burn but his anger fed him, his class giving him an advantage in the pain as he rose up.
Eventually, they were all on the roof, and the Berserker was as red as any steamed lobster, and just as bursting at the seams. His finely crafted armor was coming loose, and his body was scarred and covered in blisters, burns, and boils from the plant.
“HOW DARE YOU! I WILL KILL YOU AND MAKE EXAMPLES OF YOU! AKECHI! NOBUKATSU! WATCH FROM BELOW! THIS IS HOW A REAL MAN KILLS!” The Berserker laughed. Akechi and Nobukatsu just waved from below, somehow eating popcorn. Nobody was quite sure where they got it.
But before the Caster and Okita could make any heroic moves or escapes, a familiar voice called out from behind the Berserker.
“Berserker of Sekigahara… Or should I say, True Name, Saitou Dosan...” A figure with their sword drawn high appeared and met him eye to eye. “Or, actual name, you’re not my real dad!”
“Bitch, he wasn’t my real dad either! Horrible womanizer just took my mom and used her like he did anyone else he took in wartime! You’re only supposed to take their land, and women ain’t property, dude!” another voice chimed in.
“Y-YOU TWO INSOLENT BRATS! YOU’RE JUST IN TIME TO SEE ME TAKE OUT TWO OF YOUR OWN AND GIVE THEIR HEADS TO THOSE TWO FOOLS BELOW, MAKE THEM KILL LIKE REAL MEN AND GIVE SOME ACTUAL HONOR TO THEIR NAMES! YOUR LITTLE CRUSADE IS MEANINGLESS, MY NAME KNOWN OR NOT!” Dosan shouted.
“Turn off the capslock, pops.” Nobunaga, in full Kipposhi form, made himself known first.
“Real men should fucking look me in the eye when they’re dying, you idiot, so they know who to fear once I’m sent to hell to chase after your miserable spirit!” Atma made herself known and grinned. “I told you I wouldn’t let you down, Caster dear. You and your little wannabe samurai girlfriend over there are safe. As are these Geysers. Care for an actual duel, Dosan?”
The water all burst up at once, as if to resonate with Dosan’s anger, and two separate battles commenced. One was with Kipposhi, Okita, and the Caster of Moon Valley. The other was with Atma and Dosan.
The bigger team went first. Akechi and Nobukatsu had clearly been gaining some levels and ascensions, but no amount of accessories was going to be enough to keep them up with a team that now had a master. Gudako and the others emerged from the rear, trapping the villains all between them and the cliffs the plants sat on. It was one way or the other at this point.
“You were supposed to stay dead, stay burned, stay angry you never lived out the life you had dreamed of...” Akechi sighed at Kipposhi. “But here you are, in a form that defies time and logic and age. Even your spirit origin isn’t reading right anymore. You go between this, Archer, and Berserker with ease. Though I suppose the same can be said for that odd Archer sibling of yours….”
“Stop being confusing and start fighting! It’ll be both the first and last honest fight you’ll have ever had in your life!” Kipposhi growled.
“You’ll see, in time… Even if we fall here, there’s so much more to go...”
The Caster did her thing and supported Okita and Kipposhi, but all of them knew this was rightfully the Oda clan’s fight, both what was happening here and what would be in the other duel above. When his noble phantasm had charged, Kipposhi let this one go with all his anger. All his fury. All his laughter. All would return to dust, and Akechi and Nobukatsu, the traitors, would finally know half the pain they felt burning to death at their treachery.
“A man’s life is but 50 years, but that can be enough if you live every day better than your last. Akechi, Nobukatsu, I hope you finally take this to heart in your next lives. Or singularities. Or summons. May this be the last time we face off like this. I’m tired of winning so easily.”
“...Perhaps you’re right. I’ll exit this stage of history again. Farewell. And good luck against everything else; the flames of Haborym burn stronger than anything I could have brought anyway.” Akechi sparkled that familiar transparent gold one does when defeated as a servant and said no more, smirking softly and disappearing entirely from the singularity.
“Sis… No, brother? Sibling… Why do you keep besting me? I should have been the heir!” Nobukatsu cried, missing the point again. “It’s not fair! This is your fault! I hope dad beats your dumb sister to a pulp! I’ll never forgive this!” And he, too, disappeared from the singularity, and even his side was grateful that such an incredible amount of whining was finally gone from their ranks.
“Hey...” Kipposhi placed his hand on the Caster’s shoulders. “She’s going to need your help. She acts tough, but you know having you by her side will help.”
Before she could agree, the Caster found herself hoisted up by Kipposhi and thrown like a missile up onto the roof behind Atma.
“THOSE FOOLS… AT LEAST THEY’VE BOUGHT ME TIME! LET’S SEE YOU ESCAPE MY CLUB THIS TIME!” Dosan laughed, gearing up for another one of his plot bursts.
Atma just whispered the chant for her second skill, binding Dosan’s noble phantasm and lowering his defense. “Now, I’m bullheaded, but I’m nowhere near as brash as you, my not father. You will not have this place.”
With that, Atma brought out her own special plot skill, The Banner of Oda, immediately charging both her and the Caster’s NP to maximum and upping their chance to receive buffs and do damage. The Caster went first, gladly, her NP name still unknown, but stacking an incredible amount of buffs onto both of them and overcharging Atma’s NP further, until the gauge hit its maximum of 300%
“This is where your clan meets its end at the hand of Oda once more, huh?” Atma smiled, bringing up her familiar chant. “To reach for the stars...”
“H-HOW DARE YOU!” Dosan yelled, desperate to swing his club, hitting only afterimages of Atma as she moved towards him and grinned right at him, looking him in the eyes as she promised, before flipping to the other side and completing her attack and chant simultaneously.
“So that I may cut even them down! Oh, rays of Amaterasu, guide my blade where it needs to cut! Hoshigiri – The Star Slaying Sword! One small slice for me, one giant cut for womankind!”
Dosan stood silent a while before collapsing on his stomach and coughing, his club rolling out of his hand and off the cliff, Atma kicking him closer to it. “Looks like you lose yet again. Funny how that keeps happening.”
“Y-You...” Dosan lowered his voice for the one and final time. “There’s something off about you. It is of no matter what it is, though, child, Haborym will have this land yet, and your precious Queen will never again see the light of day! May the Praetors pave the road I began to cobble together!”
Before he could continue, he took a small sidearm sword he had and cut open his stomach, leaving it there as he jumped off the side of the cliff, cackling the entire way down, shouting in between dying spurts of blood and chokes “Die die die! Burn burn burn!”
No sound was heard at the end of the fall, for by then he had disappeared into the ether that is where all spirits come from, heroic or otherwise, to maybe be summoned again. But hopefully not.
“So...” The Caster dusted herself off. “I see you’ve been keeping in practice.”
“Of course! Like I wasn’t going to boldly dash in at the last second without being able to back it up!” Atma grinned. “All in a day’s work, and for now, this will remain the source of our power. Well, in the sense of what gives us heat and hot water. We all know the source of MY power at least!” She wagged her eyebrows at the Caster and then Bianca.
>>> “I have much to learn from this suave master”
> “This is not that kind of event!”
“Geeze, get a room, would you?” Kipposhi hid his face behind his hat and groaned.
“I can for arranging of the need of bahl burlaps and molly gorming, if need be!” Madge added.
> “I don’t want to know what that means”
>>> “I’m picking up a Boontling dictionary the second we get back to Chaldea”
The group laughed and took a short break, getting ready to contemplate their next move. This was actual traction, and actual named servants had been defeated. They could afford a few minutes.
The eyes of the Praetors, however, and the demonic powers that guided them, saw it all though, and their disappointment would not go without vengeance.
~ END CHAPTER 4 NODE 4
The Geysers was the nickname given to a geothermal plant and field located to the south and east somewhat of the Ukiah base. Deep in the Mayacamas Mountain range, it’s also the Earth’s greatest source of geothermal power, consisting of twenty two plants in all. With the abundance of geysers and hot springs in the area, it of course would be a primary target for PG&E to pick at, trying to claim each and every part of it for their own, shutting it down in favor of their own twisted power uses, instead of the hot water rising and generating force, it’d be just another knot of cables, twisted and prone to being knocked down, delivering spotty service to the peasants below but preserving the best for those in the tower to live comfortably, both employees and those that could afford to move in alike.
PG&E once tried to rival it, during a spat of years that the geysers were at low activity, but natural forces pushed the heat back up and the one PG&E supplied was rendered obsolete. Jealousy, envy, all of that were formed in the hot air that blew between the two generators. It was also the last area around supplying anyone in that area at all with any semblance of power.
However, it was being chipped down by PG&E’s combined forces of their own armed goons and those RUNEZ mooks that they could pay pittance for their hard work. If one fell off a cliff into the river miles below, that was just more taxes they could save and no burial costs to be incurred. However, they were met by another one of the Four Heavenly Wives of the Archer, who had so resourcefully planted her and some trusted friends of hers as well as some of the peasants armed to the teeth to protect. It was all they could afford.
Until now.
CURRENT DAY
THE GEYSERS, MAYACAMAS MOUNTAINS, SONOMA/MENDOCINO COUNTIES, USA
“I do believe we’re under attack again!” coughed a voice in the distance, drawing her sword and swiftly cutting down a few soldiers standing in her way. “They’ve certainly been picking up the pace with this, haven’t they?”
“So good of you to notice.” another voice added, this one clad in robes and holding a guitar slung against her back. “Also I do believe the phrase is “We are fucking under attack.””
“N-No it isn’t! You’ve been hanging around your goddamn wife and her sibling too long!”
“You mean my wife and yours?”
“SHUT UP!” The other voice hacked up a bit of blood in her anger as she cut down another line of goons. “Not to change the subject, but for all they’re sending, they’re awfully weak.”
“Yeah, anything that seems to be getting in right now is just any number the militia can’t hold back. Though that’s beginning to worry me. There wasn’t this many getting through in a week before, and now in a day?”
A dark figure burst onto the battlefield, the heat and steam from the plant behind them and the geysers surrounding them making it hard to see who was who. The terrain was rocky and mossy, slippery and stabbing both at best. In front of him were Nobukatsu and Akechi.
“W-WHAT? Did we somehow get contracted for another one of her dumbass Gudaguda events again?” the first voice groaned.
“So good of you to be here, Okita. Though I should have known you would be, what with that Archer and Nobunaga themselves still somehow avoiding the flames in all of this.” Akechi smirked. “Good, that means the lot of you will be burned down and the whole series of events will only bear my name!”
The figure behind him slapped him in the head and snorted. “That’s not what we’re here for, you idiot! No wonder you keep getting beat! Sounds like all you’ll provide me at best is a meat shield!”
“Oh, it’s this creep. And the other one… Nobu… Nobuketchup I believe your name was? I honestly barely remember you at all.” Okita was nonplussed.
“IT’S NOBUKATSU AND THIS TIME I AT LEAST HAVE A SERVANT CLASS!” he screamed.
“Be quiet, boy.” The shadowy figure stepped forward, a cruel grin curling under his moustache, holding in his hands an impressively bloody kanabo and pushing Akechi and Nobukatsu to the front. “These two idiots can shut up and make way for the real deal. Your stupid little power plant base falls today! I’m the Berserker of Sekigahara, and all this land shall be mine!”
“...I’m pretty sure I know that emblem of yours from history books and no way were you at Sekigahara!” Okita coughed again.
“So you’re saying this guy’s got an inflated ego and he’s a Berserker? Sounds like an easy kill for us.” the other figure asked, sure of herself.
“Who’s this? Why don’t I get a guitar?” Nobukatsu continued to whine.
“I’m the Caster of Moon Valley, since if you won’t give me your name, why should I give you mine?”
“How come my True Name never got hidden?”
“Because you came along sooner than that got implemented!” Okita growled.
“That’s enough, have at you!”
A battle immediately ensued on the planes of the geyser dotted land and the Caster started off with boosting Okita as much as she could. With only the two of them and no Master, it would be hard to fend off three named servants, especially one without a true name, at least not yet. But she was confident she could keep Okita alive long enough to even the field a bit.
Like always, Akechi and Nobukatsu fell hard and fast.
The Berserker of Sekigahara, on the other hand…
Plot cheats. He had a second HP gauge and had already used a plot only skill to charge his NP, sending out a massive shockwave and stunning both of the girls before him, dropping them to one HP each. They had no choice but to end the battle right then and there.
“Is this it? Are The Geysers done for?” Okita frowned.
~ END CHAPTER 4 NODE 3
“Retreat further in! If we time it right, we can lose him in the steam and maybe burn some damage onto him! Quickly!” the Caster yelled.
The two escaped into the facility and began their manic chase up and around the turbines and generators. Now and again, the geysers would push into it, making the whole room too hot to stay still in, lest you get burned. The Berserker, mad with his need to take the land, continued to break open the containers for the residual steam and water, making his feet burn but his anger fed him, his class giving him an advantage in the pain as he rose up.
Eventually, they were all on the roof, and the Berserker was as red as any steamed lobster, and just as bursting at the seams. His finely crafted armor was coming loose, and his body was scarred and covered in blisters, burns, and boils from the plant.
“HOW DARE YOU! I WILL KILL YOU AND MAKE EXAMPLES OF YOU! AKECHI! NOBUKATSU! WATCH FROM BELOW! THIS IS HOW A REAL MAN KILLS!” The Berserker laughed. Akechi and Nobukatsu just waved from below, somehow eating popcorn. Nobody was quite sure where they got it.
But before the Caster and Okita could make any heroic moves or escapes, a familiar voice called out from behind the Berserker.
“Berserker of Sekigahara… Or should I say, True Name, Saitou Dosan...” A figure with their sword drawn high appeared and met him eye to eye. “Or, actual name, you’re not my real dad!”
“Bitch, he wasn’t my real dad either! Horrible womanizer just took my mom and used her like he did anyone else he took in wartime! You’re only supposed to take their land, and women ain’t property, dude!” another voice chimed in.
“Y-YOU TWO INSOLENT BRATS! YOU’RE JUST IN TIME TO SEE ME TAKE OUT TWO OF YOUR OWN AND GIVE THEIR HEADS TO THOSE TWO FOOLS BELOW, MAKE THEM KILL LIKE REAL MEN AND GIVE SOME ACTUAL HONOR TO THEIR NAMES! YOUR LITTLE CRUSADE IS MEANINGLESS, MY NAME KNOWN OR NOT!” Dosan shouted.
“Turn off the capslock, pops.” Nobunaga, in full Kipposhi form, made himself known first.
“Real men should fucking look me in the eye when they’re dying, you idiot, so they know who to fear once I’m sent to hell to chase after your miserable spirit!” Atma made herself known and grinned. “I told you I wouldn’t let you down, Caster dear. You and your little wannabe samurai girlfriend over there are safe. As are these Geysers. Care for an actual duel, Dosan?”
The water all burst up at once, as if to resonate with Dosan’s anger, and two separate battles commenced. One was with Kipposhi, Okita, and the Caster of Moon Valley. The other was with Atma and Dosan.
The bigger team went first. Akechi and Nobukatsu had clearly been gaining some levels and ascensions, but no amount of accessories was going to be enough to keep them up with a team that now had a master. Gudako and the others emerged from the rear, trapping the villains all between them and the cliffs the plants sat on. It was one way or the other at this point.
“You were supposed to stay dead, stay burned, stay angry you never lived out the life you had dreamed of...” Akechi sighed at Kipposhi. “But here you are, in a form that defies time and logic and age. Even your spirit origin isn’t reading right anymore. You go between this, Archer, and Berserker with ease. Though I suppose the same can be said for that odd Archer sibling of yours….”
“Stop being confusing and start fighting! It’ll be both the first and last honest fight you’ll have ever had in your life!” Kipposhi growled.
“You’ll see, in time… Even if we fall here, there’s so much more to go...”
The Caster did her thing and supported Okita and Kipposhi, but all of them knew this was rightfully the Oda clan’s fight, both what was happening here and what would be in the other duel above. When his noble phantasm had charged, Kipposhi let this one go with all his anger. All his fury. All his laughter. All would return to dust, and Akechi and Nobukatsu, the traitors, would finally know half the pain they felt burning to death at their treachery.
“A man’s life is but 50 years, but that can be enough if you live every day better than your last. Akechi, Nobukatsu, I hope you finally take this to heart in your next lives. Or singularities. Or summons. May this be the last time we face off like this. I’m tired of winning so easily.”
“...Perhaps you’re right. I’ll exit this stage of history again. Farewell. And good luck against everything else; the flames of Haborym burn stronger than anything I could have brought anyway.” Akechi sparkled that familiar transparent gold one does when defeated as a servant and said no more, smirking softly and disappearing entirely from the singularity.
“Sis… No, brother? Sibling… Why do you keep besting me? I should have been the heir!” Nobukatsu cried, missing the point again. “It’s not fair! This is your fault! I hope dad beats your dumb sister to a pulp! I’ll never forgive this!” And he, too, disappeared from the singularity, and even his side was grateful that such an incredible amount of whining was finally gone from their ranks.
“Hey...” Kipposhi placed his hand on the Caster’s shoulders. “She’s going to need your help. She acts tough, but you know having you by her side will help.”
Before she could agree, the Caster found herself hoisted up by Kipposhi and thrown like a missile up onto the roof behind Atma.
“THOSE FOOLS… AT LEAST THEY’VE BOUGHT ME TIME! LET’S SEE YOU ESCAPE MY CLUB THIS TIME!” Dosan laughed, gearing up for another one of his plot bursts.
Atma just whispered the chant for her second skill, binding Dosan’s noble phantasm and lowering his defense. “Now, I’m bullheaded, but I’m nowhere near as brash as you, my not father. You will not have this place.”
With that, Atma brought out her own special plot skill, The Banner of Oda, immediately charging both her and the Caster’s NP to maximum and upping their chance to receive buffs and do damage. The Caster went first, gladly, her NP name still unknown, but stacking an incredible amount of buffs onto both of them and overcharging Atma’s NP further, until the gauge hit its maximum of 300%
“This is where your clan meets its end at the hand of Oda once more, huh?” Atma smiled, bringing up her familiar chant. “To reach for the stars...”
“H-HOW DARE YOU!” Dosan yelled, desperate to swing his club, hitting only afterimages of Atma as she moved towards him and grinned right at him, looking him in the eyes as she promised, before flipping to the other side and completing her attack and chant simultaneously.
“So that I may cut even them down! Oh, rays of Amaterasu, guide my blade where it needs to cut! Hoshigiri – The Star Slaying Sword! One small slice for me, one giant cut for womankind!”
Dosan stood silent a while before collapsing on his stomach and coughing, his club rolling out of his hand and off the cliff, Atma kicking him closer to it. “Looks like you lose yet again. Funny how that keeps happening.”
“Y-You...” Dosan lowered his voice for the one and final time. “There’s something off about you. It is of no matter what it is, though, child, Haborym will have this land yet, and your precious Queen will never again see the light of day! May the Praetors pave the road I began to cobble together!”
Before he could continue, he took a small sidearm sword he had and cut open his stomach, leaving it there as he jumped off the side of the cliff, cackling the entire way down, shouting in between dying spurts of blood and chokes “Die die die! Burn burn burn!”
No sound was heard at the end of the fall, for by then he had disappeared into the ether that is where all spirits come from, heroic or otherwise, to maybe be summoned again. But hopefully not.
“So...” The Caster dusted herself off. “I see you’ve been keeping in practice.”
“Of course! Like I wasn’t going to boldly dash in at the last second without being able to back it up!” Atma grinned. “All in a day’s work, and for now, this will remain the source of our power. Well, in the sense of what gives us heat and hot water. We all know the source of MY power at least!” She wagged her eyebrows at the Caster and then Bianca.
>>> “I have much to learn from this suave master”
> “This is not that kind of event!”
“Geeze, get a room, would you?” Kipposhi hid his face behind his hat and groaned.
“I can for arranging of the need of bahl burlaps and molly gorming, if need be!” Madge added.
> “I don’t want to know what that means”
>>> “I’m picking up a Boontling dictionary the second we get back to Chaldea”
The group laughed and took a short break, getting ready to contemplate their next move. This was actual traction, and actual named servants had been defeated. They could afford a few minutes.
The eyes of the Praetors, however, and the demonic powers that guided them, saw it all though, and their disappointment would not go without vengeance.
~ END CHAPTER 4 NODE 4