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[harderdaddy]

"Come'ere baby. Come on, you're okay. Come to mama~" Angel pleads, voice thick and doing his best to smile for Fat Nugget's benifit.

[It's him! Fat Nuggets whines, and struggles determinedly to nose his way out, his little tag wagging as he runs towards Vincent. His wet nose presses against the communicator, snuffling and squealing as he tries to express his relief at finding Angel, or maybe he's telling the harrowing tale of the world turning upside down.]

[coffinturk]

[ Vincent doesn't reach for the piglet the moment the creature has come into grabbing range. Nope, he leaves the screen low enough to be nosed and keeps his other hand outstretched and waits for a moment. But slowly he'll try to make that hand remain in Fat Nuggets's awareness and gradually go for a touch.

Somewhere there isn't an eye, wouldn't want to poke the poor dear. ]

Come. [ His voice isn't really gentle so much as even and calm. ] I'll take you to them.

[Just let the scary goth man pick you up wee piglet. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Fat Nuggets is a little wary of Vincent, but he gets a few sniffs in and he doesn't make any quick moves to grab or hurt him, so the hellpig relaxes a little. For a moment it looks like he almost understands, his little head peering up at the man and his tail giving a slow wag, stepping closer and allowing himself to be scooped up.]

[coffinturk]

[ Overall this is going very well given the boat just literally flipped. If someone told Vincent the piglet was close enough to human intelligence to understand what's going on he'd believe it. A video feed of Fat Nuggets's owner, a little coaxing and a gentle scoop to be cradled not just safely and securely in the crook of an arm but half under the front mantle of the red cloak (plenty of room after the last buckle closed to peek out between the flaps).

This is important because by this point, as Vincent slowly rises to his feet, he turns the screen so he can speak to Angel Dust. ]

"Alright. Describe where you are. I'm coming to get you."

[ He says this like it's no big deal regardless of where the demon happens to be. ]

[harderdaddy]

[He's a smart little guy, and lets himself be picked up, squirming slightly to make himself comfortable before settling. On screen, Angel's trying to fix himself up, like he doesn't want his pet seeing him in any kind of distress.]

"M'on the 9th level. Near one a the stair wells."

[coffinturk]

"Alright. Be there in a moment."

[Vincent, you're on the 17th deck. Surely a moment will mean some time in the chaos of the vessel, right?

Well you'd be correct to think that but you'd also be wrong. Fat Nuggets is allowed to nest down and is safely secured under the front mantle of the gunman's cloak, along with the video feed of Angel Dust to keep the little guy calm.

Because Vincent is heading not for the nearest stairwell, but the elevator shaft. Don't worry about it, he'll just be jumping down to Deck 9. Gravity will not have much of an impact with the fall- something about Vincent's nature makes the 'jump' closer to a float.

But still, try not to look out from the cloak of security, Fat Nuggets. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The hellpig seems to be trying to tell Angel the entire harrowing tell, grunting and snorting away in the safety of that cloak.

Angel of course doesn't take a moment literally, but he starts trying to clear some of the debris blocking the stairs as Fat Nuggets babbles.]

You're okay, baby. Shh. I know.

[coffinturk]

[ And Vincent carries on in grand, majestic goth fashion.

As if there isn't a hellpig under his arm telling all that's happened since the wave flipped the boat over and terrible things happened in grunt and snorts and maybe a squeak or two? After all there was a tiny bit of a dropping sensation even if it's overtly a gentle, 8 deck descent.

....Angel Dust moving the wreckage around to unblock the stairs is going to help in one way at least. Vincent only needs to listen to the sounds of debris moving and home in on that. As to a more practical escape, maybe. Especially when he walks down the hall, around various objects and finally catches his first sight of the rather... tall demon. ]

Angel Dust I presume?

[ Vincent really doesn't have a frame of reference for that name's underlying meaning. He takes it as seriously as Fat Nuggets. Who will be gently put down the moment it's safe to do so; or the hellpig starts squirming because of their proximity to its owner. ]

[harderdaddy]

[That's remarkably fast, but Angel isn't going to question it, ignoring Vincent at first in favor of catching Fat Nuggets. The pig all but hurled himself through the air as soon as soon as he's set down. There's kisses and likely some crying as Angel makes sure his baby is okay, cradling him in his upper set of arms.

Belatedly he nods and straightens up.]

Yeah- that's me. Fuck, I swear, I owe ya whateva ya want for savin' Nuggs. The works. It's on the house. I dunno what I woulda done-

[coffinturk]

[ Indeed. Some of those benefits from becoming a science experiment. Some days are better than others for sure.

Vincent nods as he straightens up and gives Angel Dust a thorough once-over. Checking for those injuries. As for suspicions? Well, it's really hard to be sus while watching the joyful reunion. He's willing to take it for granted that this isn't a ruse. ]

I'll keep that in mind. [ He looks at the stairs Angel Dust had started to clear and goes over his mental map of the ship's current interior. ] Hm. You're taller than I expected.

[ About two feet on Vincent as a matter of fact. The gunman then shakes his head and turns his full attention to the demon. ]

Let me check that wrist.

[ He turns his left hand- the one covered with the claw-tipped metal gauntlet- palm up. From somewhere under his cape, he draws out what's probably a first aid kit and sets it down nearby for the moment. ]

[harderdaddy]

Ya checkin' out the goods, Cutie? [Angel teases with a wink, and he nods.] I get that a lot here.

[But at least right now that height doesn't seem to make him anymore of a threat, not when he's cuddling his pig. He eyes that gauntlet with a frown, before gingerly unfolding one of his lower arms and offering it up.]

It ain't a big deal. Demons heal real fast.

[coffinturk]

[ The teasing and wink is met with an impassive expression. It definitely seems to roll over him without effect but... well, there's outright flirting and what Angel Dust is doing which... no harm here.

There's nothing harmful about the underside of the gaunlet at least; it's fitted over a perfectly normal looking, leather gloved hand. Though it's clear the claw tips can be used as a weapon as much as the gun holstered at Vincent's side. ]

Demon, huh? How fast is fast?

[ No surprise, no alarm; but then again since he didn't show any alarm for the multi eyed, multi-limbed 8ft tall spider demon, this probably isn't going to be a shock. His right hand is lifted to gently touch the break.

Then, somewhere along the journey of 'fast is fast', there is a sudden grip and expert tug to drag bone back into alignment.

Because using a count where you can anticipate what's coming would cause needless stress, right? ]

[harderdaddy]

[Tsk, back home that would've had 'em drooling. But now's not really the time to be playing.]

What, do I look like a human? I-Sonofa BITCH! [Angel curses loudly, leveling a short lived glare at the daring and willing the magenta glow of them to fade. That and his third set of arms and the gun that came with them to withdraw back inside his body.]

Shit like that'll get you hurt. Fuck [He flexes the joint a bit gingerly, and he can't fault the logic.]

[coffinturk]

[ Most would wonder if the drooling is going on under that high collar. But alas, Angel Dust has the two feet necessary to see that it in fact does not.

The ruby red of Vincent's eyes glow no more than they already are. He knows the gun is there now, and he meets the demon's outrage steadily on. Once the initial rage begins to settle, Vincent answers; perhaps because he had been on alert to react if it had turned to violence. ]

No.

[ Angel Dust does not look human. He reaches for the medical bag and withdraws a splint and roll of bandage. It would be good for keeping the bone supported while it finishes healing. ]

I don't know many demons. Are you going to need this until it heals?

[ There is a slight shift of Vincent's shoulders. It may as well be a shrug. ]

Figured it would save some time.

[ The arguing, the brushing off, the posturing of being okay. ...Honestly probably also lets it heal faster if it's in alignment but... nuance there. ]

[harderdaddy]

Usually takes maybe a day or two for somethin' like this? I guess it wouldn't hurt.

[Angel doesn't usually bother and it heals all right, but it might spare him some pain in the meantime.

He snickers at the blunt reply, and hey, he can't argue.]

Risky, but lucky for you, I don' like violence in fronta my baby.

[coffinturk]

I'd offer more, but I don't have the restore materia for it.

[ Vincent will make motions that indicate he'll help wrap but... given he just created an issue of trust and Angel has more than enough arms to handle something like this, he won't protest if the demon decides to do the support wrap himself.

Somewhere during the process of all that, Vincent does glance at the hellpig. There's a trace of a smile. ]

Believe it or not, I'd taken that into account.

[ So it was a little more calculated than he made it seem. ]

Next time I'll make sure to tell you.

[ Now that he knows what the reaction will be. And he'll have to think about that gun. But for now? Departure! The stairway is eyed critically again. ]

Hm. Going up the elevator shaft might be awkward. But the one I'm using is clear to the top. [ Pause. ] What's now the top. Or we can go the long route. I suppose I should ask if you need an escort.

[ Vincent is coming to realize that overall, Angel Dust might be able to make it on his own if provided with a map and a clear route. ]

[harderdaddy]

See, that sounded like English, but the words didn' make no sense.

[But he gets the gist. And despite the violent reaction he does offer his arm up for Vincent to fuss over if he wants.

No one can resist Nuggs.]

Eh, depends? There more than one way outta the new top?

[Angel's confident enough he can work his way up, but not out if there's not a ready made exit waiting.]

[coffinturk]

[ That's the best part of English. You can speak it but it will sometimes never make sense. ]

Spells. I don't have the spells for healing on me.

[ Because you know everyone carries around spells like just in their inventory. ]

Well, you'd be awkward to carry but I can manage. That'll probably be the fastest way. It'll be easier if I use a spell to shrink you temporarily.

[ Also. Casual. He is also going to start taking the opportunity to use the term Nuggs. Because even he has a limit on how many times he can say Fat Nuggets with a straight face. ]

Then I can carry Nuggs and you.

[harderdaddy]

Oh, magic shit. [That's allowed to not make sense. It never seems to follow the same rules between demons in hell. And all of it's Greek to him.]

Shrink-?

[Angel blinks at the casual way Vincent just puts that out as an option. Just shrink him down. Fuck he hopes Tendi knew was she was doing sending this guy...]

...how small we talkin'?

[coffinturk]

Hm. Provided you don't have resistance...

[ There's a moment while he judges Angel's size again. ]

Maybe a foot... foot and a half max. Hard to say.

[ It's not exactly a precise science. ]

[harderdaddy]

[There's a long pause, Angel looking doubtful but....curious.]

...An' ya can turn me back, right? I might not love bein' this tall, but I dunno if I wanna lose that much permanently.

[coffinturk]

Yeah. It wears off on its own. And I can borrow materia from someone I know to remove it if it's not fast enough for you.

[ Which shouldn't be an issue at all without Vincent around to refresh it. It's just always good to mention there are alternatives to 'waiting for it to wear off'. Either way, Vincent seems confident. And more importantly, to be telling the truth. ]

[harderdaddy]

Eh, fuck it. Always say I'll try anythin' once, might as well put that ta practice outsida the bedroom.

[And maybe that bash on the head hurts a little more than he wants to admit. He could use an easy way out.]

[coffinturk]

[ There's a soft noise that one would swear was a chuckle from Vincent. But couldn't possibly be him. This guy? Stoic McStoicface? ]

Alright. Don't forget to put the pig down.

[ Vincent does not want to be the cause of a tragic pig drop. But while Angel Dust is engaged in that, the gunman begins to ready himself. The rest of the medical supplies are put up- he'd done a very nice job of putting on that splint by the way- and he'll do one last check around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

But once everything is sorted on both their ends, Vincent's method of spell casting is very simple. Hands lifted, palm upward. Energy collected and, after a sharp turn of the palms downward and a drop of his arms, the Mini spell is cast.

The world is likely to get very disorienting as what passes for the ceiling rapidly lifts away and many other things from Angel Dust's perspective suddenly grow much bigger. ]

[harderdaddy]

Shit gimme a minute-

[It's a strange feeling, and a very unique viewpoint. Angel pats Fat Nugget's side until the dizziness passes. Nuggs is confused by how small Angel's become, small enough that the spider could ride the hellpig and he'd hardly notice.]

Val woulda had a field day with all the shit we could film if he could see me. Can you even hear me up there?