WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

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Six weeks.

They had been here for that long, and still...the game was continuing.
Yet, it felt like they were finally about to reach the end of it...
Just a little longer. 🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
Yet, it felt like this week would be the week they would finally get all the pieces to the puzzle.
But...could they solve it?

Only time would tell.

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[respring]

How in the world is this a puzzle?!

[ Yeah no she was near the dining room when this happened so she's running in there and locking the door. Assuming demon wolves can't break through it. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Excuse you, he's a noble hound not a lowly wolf.

The winged hound snarls and throws itself against the locked the door and snarling, paws scraping against the door but somehow it manages to hold. Soon there's loud snuffling, the movement of shadow under the door as the hound seem to bark at something and bounded off... might have found more accessible prey?]

[respring]

[ She's. Gonna go make sure the windows are locked, too, because THIS GUY CAN FLY AND SHE'S NOT TAKING CHANCES.

And then go back to huddling against the wall with, like, a dinner knife, for all the shoddy protection that's going to give her. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Minutes passed, when it seems like the beast truly did give up Sakura for easier prey, one of the windows shatters as Caarcrinolaas throws himself against it, his wings spread to protect himself from the shards.

The beast shook, lips curling into a low growl]

[respring]

[ Oh, that's great. Knife vs demon canine.

Whelp! She's gonna die. She tries to back up and go towards the kitchen to try and book it again, but lol ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He stalks after her as she books it towards the kitchen, breath ghosting out, seeming to be intend on not letting her get out of his sight]

1/2

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Things look dark for now. In the Kitchen, with a demonic dog following her...

When suddenly, a flash of white blurs across her vision.

Why?

Because moriarty just fucking flung his goddamn coffin at the demon dog, making it fly out the back door.

Moriarty pauses just long enough to look at Sakura.]

Go! I've got the damn mutt!

2/2

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[And then he's back out into the back door, opening his arms wide with a large, evil grin.]

Come! I'm a much better prize than a mere girl, aren't I?! You wanted to see the extent of my Evil Prowess - I'll show it to you right here and now in a flurry of brilliant destruction! Hahahahahaha!

[respring]

[ --okay??? This is happening?? Sakura looks surprised, but nods, and runs out of there like a bat out of hell. And to the master bedroom to see if there's anything she can find to fight with. Kurama had the right idea.

(Crime grandpa is getting the most delicious meal as a thank you, later.) ]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[HURRAY TASTY MEALS FOR BEING A GOOD (?) PERSON!!

He is glad to see her wisely get out of there, though. She's won him over.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Caarcrinolaas let out a loud, canine whimper as he's suddenly thrown out by the slam of the coffin. For a moment, the great demonic beast staggers, before pushing himself up, tail wagging at the sight of a Man of Evil, lips curling into a grin. Wings spread as he took off into the air before going for Moriarty.

Caarcrinolaas has left the Hunt]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Of course, Moriarty is immediately plunging into the forest, poison be damned - he IS a Servant, and they're hardier than most humans - to try and draw the dog away from the majority of the chaos before spinning around and letting loose on his flying target, bullets and rockets firing off with every one hitting him dead center.]

How long can you last, demooooooooon?! I look forward to seeing where your limits are!!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Bestial laughter escapes the demon's throat as he flew after the Servant, giving yips as he's hit, forcing to land both from impact and the corpse of trees not allowing him to spread his wings wide enough for it.

Soon as the smoke from all the ammunition clears... the beast is gone? How strange.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[OH, he's had more than enough experience to know he didn't vaporize the beast. With a huff, Moriarty keeps his coffin out - enough to potentially react to any threats, though -]

Surely that's not it, hmm?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[The only warning Moriarty would get was a sudden pressure before the great beast pounces upon him from behind, teeth aiming right for the back of his neck]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Ha!

[Spinning around - and wincing as the hound's feet rip at his clothing and flesh, causing a little blood on his shoulder and neck - he jams the barrel of his coffin gun straight into it's mouth, and fires.]

A mere beast like you could never even come close to beating me, James Moriarty!!

cw: gore?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Even without the special properties of the gun, at this range, there was no missing. There was a terrible, pitched whine-scream as blood and viscera splatters, staining the demon's snow-white fur, and the man standing before it, smoking pouring from the back of it's neck as it slowly crumbles to the ground]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Hmph.

[He watches the dog sink to the ground, Reichenbach still in his hands as he comes forward, raising his gun to fire at the head of the hound to make certain he'd finished off the job.]

1/2

[improbablenotimpossible]

[As Moriarty raises the Reichenbach, suddenly the blood of blood lunges out, a long spike darting right for the man's wrist holding the weapon to pierce it through, as tendrils slithered up his legs and grasping at Moriarty's other arm.

Light appears in the Demon's dull eyes]

2/2

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Immediately afterwards, the rest of his own spilled blood jerks up into life, jagged appears piercing through the Servant to push him off the ground as the demon cackles, rising up to his feet.

Features shifted and in place of a dog, there was a man with an all too pleased smirk, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth]

You really do fall for childish traps, James Moriarty.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He can't move back fast enough - and he gives a cry of pain as the blood lance rips through his wrist, making him unsummon his coffin automatically.

That pales, however, in the noise that comes from him when he's run through by the other lances of blood, in a mockery of what happened to Sherlock back in the third trial.

It's not a mortal blow for him - he's not forced to be at a human level like Sherlock was, and he has the overwhelming mana of a literal demon to draw on - but it's definitely enough for him to cough up blood, hanging helplessly like a pinned butterfly.]

G...hhh...! D-Damn....you...

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He chuckles, in an aggravatingly familiar fashion as he reaches up, gripping the man's chin, nails digging in]

You were holding back. No - you simply thought I was a mere beast to put down like a dog.

[Caarcrinolaas grins, far wider than it should be possible for Sherlock's face, showing off each and every fang, as another tendril of blood solidify and pierces Moriarty in the right shoulder, near the joint]

K̛̗̩no͚̗w̺̪̬͖ ̺̭͇̼̼̣t̩̞̻̭̠̕ͅh̘̠̝e̢̘ ͖̪͎͍̜͕̝l̰͓͜ị̻m̢̰̭̯̺i̺ͅt̶̲s̯̻̻̮ ̫̝o̹f͕ ̮̖̠̲̮y̛̲̲o̺̣̭̖̰̘̪ṳ͕̺r̙͔̹̮͠ͅ ͚̕R̡̮a̴͔͓̳̙͚͈ͅt҉̗̣͙̖͔̫io̴̦͍̻͖n͖͔a̼̲̜͈̺̜̗͞ḽ̼ḭ̯̮͕̱ṭ̙̖̲̞y͕͉̘̱̲.

[cryosurgeon]

[not him not him it's not him

In the commotion, Erhard had rushed to grab a weapon. He hated firearms training at the Foundation, but he's not experienced with melee weapons. So Caar will hear the click of a modern handgun right before the bullet strikes him in the side.]

... I don't care whose face you're wearing. Let Moriarty go.

[To his credit, Erhard's only shaking a little and his gaze is clear.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He jerks, giving another canine like yip of pain as the bullet strikes him, glowering as he almost doubles, glaring at the man with a twisted expression.

Then slowly, he stands. breath heavy as the blood congeals, then liquified, letting Moriarty fall into a heap. The blood slithers back into the wounds on Caarcrinolaas' body, the bullet wiggling itself out like a bot fly]

You are fortunate that I am not allowed to harm you before the appointed night for that.

[But there is a glimmer of elation in the furious gaze? Then the demon seem to vanish]

[cryosurgeon]

....

[Erhard drops the gun and moves to check on Moriarty. The doctor is alarmingly pale but still focused.]

I don't know if I can heal such severe wounds. Will you recover through your contract?