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Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[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?

[coffinturk]

[ With the concussion, that vertigo probably didn't help did it?

But not to worry, Angel. Vincent is going to bend to one knee shortly after anyway. And he keeps his tone quiet just in case it's a bit overwhelming in volume. ]

Yeah. Seems to have worked fine.

[ The man extends his right arm this time. ]

We should get moving. I can refresh the spell but I'd want to save my strength.

[ And he's probably got plenty of other people to rescue. ]

[harderdaddy]

[No sir, it did not. But at least they'll get out of here quickly and then he can lay down in the sand or whatever until he feels better.]

Be gentle, talk-dark-and-broody, it's my first time~

[He steps forward. Now he'll get a taste of what Nuggs experiences. Should be interesting.]

[coffinturk]

[ This time there is a sigh when Angel tosses out another insinuation. But for all the air of a man being put upon, Vincent takes care. The spider demon will find himself with all the support one would give holding a toddler... with one arm.

Look, he needs to pick up Nuggs as well, which is going to happen as long as the hellpig doesn't protest. Just to keep things cozy, it's one for each arm. One just has to hope things don't get dicey on the way out of the ship. Once everyone's settled- not immediately under the cloak's mantle this time- Vincent turns to retrace his steps to the elevator shaft. Which, mind you, will be at a slight yet still steep angle and have several decks still to drop; and a long way up.

Just before they reach it, Vincent does make a remark. ]

Hope you've got a head for heights. If not... well, cover yourself.

[ Security cloak is an option. ]

[harderdaddy]

[It's a strange sensation, but Angel's been around long enough that strange is welcome so long as it's new. Makes him wonder about the extra small imps he's seen occasionally, and how strange it is hell still generally seems built to cater to standard human sizes and not the extra tall or extra small that make up a large portion of the population.]

Just don' drop me.

[coffinturk]

[ Well by down we meant he'll be jumping up. Or something. Easy to get disoriented about the deck numbers but Vincent knows where to go. Either way it's going to be a bit of a ride. ]

Hrmph. [ There is amusement. ] Just hold on tight.

[ He's got plenty of belts for that wrapped around his arm even. Safety first. Little more hesitation is needed to brace and make his jump; though at speed, things like gravity will not seem to be as effective; as though there were something manipulating the impact of it.

Like he said, it's mostly about the head for heights and vertigo. The trip itself will almost be pleasant. ]