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Maya grimaces, and holsters the Guiding Light. "Just point me towards something to shoot, I guess. 'm not picky, and tactics were never my strong suit." Kalos, nods. "I'm in the same boat, honestly. The Seventh Maiden isn't one for subtlety."

Kalos raises his hand and Maya springs to her feet, hand reaching towards her holster. "What the fuck?!? That Chimera's-" "Becoming an elder god? Why the hell-" "Is she leading us? Do you want us all to lose-" "Our souls to the Far World?!? What the fuck is a modifier that it...

Kalos digs the bottom of his palm against one of his eyes, attempting to will away the raging headache brewing. "Fuck... Do either of you two know what happened to me last night? I think my nose got broken, and I obviously got completely shitfaced..." ------ Maya frowns, then glances down...

Maya wakes up, and sits up from her position on her bedroll. She stretches, and reaches into her backpack, rummaging through it and pulling out another T-shirt, this one depicting a stylized, grinning sun with bleeding eyes and text reading "Staring Into Yourself. A 3-Disc Album." Maya really...

Maya looks over at Izhane. Seems she was deep in contemplation before the salamander snapped her out of it. "Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm new here. Uh, 'scuse me a second." Maya turns toward Cass. "I'd rather not risk it. I see your point, but the idea of bursting into flames and dying horrifically is...

Kalos is pushed back, and frowns. "Yyyyeah, I think that's actually a good idea. I'm... Yeah, that's... Yeah." And with that, Kalos passes right the fuck out, right there at the table.

Maya frowned. "Right. And was this donation completely willing, or was the alternative getting slaughtered anyways?" She moves her hand away from her gun, now that it's suddenly obvious Thorn wasn't referring to himself. "Holding a gun to someone's head and forcing them to do something doesn't...

Kalos, being incredibly fucking drunk, ignores the changing fishman and points at Delphi. "N-no, you know what? Fffffffuck you, Delphi! You're fucking crazy, and Coatl and I don't need to deal with your shit! We're... Well, honestly, I dunno if we're in love or just hot for each other because...

Maya frowns. "Earth? Like, the element? Odd, you don't look anything like an elemental... Uh, anyways... I basically come from this world, Demarus. I'm a member of this church, the Burning Sun, and our entire deal is we hunt down evil monsters and we kill 'em. Though, uh, some of our members...

"Oh, really? Uh, alright, that's cool. Guess we're... I don't even know, a thing. A relationship thing. Neat..." Kalos struggles for a moment with his better, smarter nature, shortly before his inebriation beats it into unconsciousness. "Cool."

Kalos blinks. "Well, yknow how dudes generally like girls? Some dudes like dudes instead. Or sometimes both. S'weird." He frowns, waving a hand like he's trying to illustrate a point. "And... And I like both. An' I'm just saying that, like, we're totally not gay unless... Unless, like, you wanna...

Maya grins. "See? Everything's all good." She stows her robe and mask in a backpack she was wearing underneath her robes, then stretches out. "Ffffffuck it is good to get out of that outfit... Anyways, I hear music, and that presumably means a party... Let's have some fun, huh?" Maya...

Kalos grins at Coatl. "Well, honestly it was more you than anything. I was just kinda support." He frowns, as though he's trying to think of something, but constantly having it slip his mind. Doesn't help that he's been drinking pretty heavily. "If... If I could just get my hands on a piano... A...

Maya notices it's starting to get dark, and grins. "Oh, here we go, finally..." She reaches up and pulls off her mask, revealing her face. She's a young woman, with smooth skin and bright red eyes. With movement suggesting tons of experience, she also pulls off her form-covering robe, revealing...

Kalos puts his trumpet down, taking a few deep breaths. "Merciful Goddamn Hallowed, I forgot how much it sucks to run and play the trumpet." He sighs, smiling slightly. "Anywho, drinks, sure, why not? I'll play some music or something, we'll make a party out of it, huh?" He approaches Coatl...

Kalos picks up the trumpet, appraising it. Nothing fancy, but he didn't need fancy. "Here's the deal, Elijah. I'm skilled in two more instruments beyond the violin. The trumpet's one of 'em. And I can channel my magic in a different way through this..." Kalos looks to a nearby empty crate...

Kalos frowns, looking down at the skeleton and then looking over at Coatl. "Uh, actually, I have an idea..." Kalos turns on his heel and looks at Elijah. "Miss Elijah, I hate to be a bother, but could you make me something with that... Modifier, right? Uh, anyways, could you make me a trumpet...

Kalos sighs. This is all going to hell and back... He begins moving, weaving through attacks with surprising ease, playing swift notes that slash at necks and limbs, attempting to kill or at least incapacitate as many of the undead as he can. ---------------- Maya frowns, twirling the...

Maya frowns at the robotic god. "Oh no, the scary robot dodged my bullets, if only I had-" Maya unleashes another salvo of bullets, throwing in some shots from her backup revolver. Her Guiding Light was switched to Light magic, and each shot exploded with the force of a flashbang...

Epatus grins up at the rift, coated in the gore of the dead. "Hahaha! New challengers? Do they want to give us a try, too?" He points his axe at the rift. "Cmon then! Are you gonna fight?!? Die in honor, cowards!!!" ---------------------- Elizabeth, on the other hand, doesn't seem too...