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Heh. You're hands down the spunkiest Vessel I've had yet. Dominic was not moving. He was staring at the ceiling, and maybe starting to cry a little bit. "We'll never be able to use the bathroom alone again. Kill me." I'd love to! Don't tempt me. (((((imma sleep now sim sorry)))))))

God. You humans are ugly. I think the one on the floor is broken. Are you? He looked up at Abby with those beady little eyes. Hey. If you figure out how to properly aid me, I will be able to grant you, let's say, a 'helping hand'.

Don't you dare bring a knife to this horrid new body of mine. I'll eat it. And I'm all powerful, when you uh, get to know me. "I think I need to. Lie. Down." So in the middle of their blood spattered demonic summoning circle, Dominic kept his arm as high in the air as he could but just gently...

The book sat there, not offering any answers. Dominic took this opportunity to compare Haändęi to the blurred drawing of himself in the book. What had previously looked like a tentacle monster now clearly resembled the uncomfortable mess of flesh that his and Abby's mangled hands were. Too boot...

Not what YOU signed up for? Tough luck! You got me this way, and this is how I'll be. At least until I RIP YOU APART! The shrill voice was getting a little less grating as the demon spoke. It was kind of approaching more of a squeaky tone, like one might imagine a stuffed animal speaking in...

You CRETINS! I FEEL YOU PULLING! I AM A WRETCH FROM THE UNDERWORLD! A DEVOURER OF MEN! ALL POWERFUL AND ALL SEEING! DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE! Dominic was reeling, "Fuck! Fuck you!" He looked at Abby in horror and did the only thing he could think of-- reach over and poke their hands. OW...

Dominic bit back a yell while it felt like the back of his hand was being burned through. He tried to recoil, but found that instead he just dragged Abby with him. How--? Mhm. Yes. Excellent. Splendid. Marve--OWWWW! A little voice, one he wasn't sure was real, shrilly flashed through his...

"HÄNDĘI!" He hollered into the room, his deep raspy voice reverbating through the still air. He scrunched up his nose and squinted at the blurred text of the summoning book. "Creature of the night, we come hand in hand to fight as your right hand men These items you need We handed off...

"If we don't, I think the demon will only be bonded to one of us." He goes to wipe the knife off on his jeans, only to see that there isn't any blood on the knife. He does a sort of mental shrug, then passes the knife to her, and gestures to the sigil. "So if you wanna do this, go ahead."

He sighed in defeat, got up, then held out his hand, already set up in formation. "Don't mind me, I just suck. Let's get this show on the road." He takes the knife and makes a small nick on the back of his forearm, where it stings slightly but isn't very painful. The blood drops onto the...

"I'm hoping it has a little outfit. Do you think it'll be a french-maid kind of deal, or...?" He draws out the sigil, bigger this time, along his stained and greasy bedroom floor. He was bent over at the waist, butt in the air as he walks background in a circle to complete the image. As his...

Dominic tried to sweep up his room a bit in anticipation of Abby's return. They were going to need some room for this whole thing, after all. He cleared a space for the sigil, and in the meantime skimmed a bit of Händęi's pages. He made sure to study the hand position necessary for the ritual...

"Well seeing how I'm the only one who seems to use our kitchen, I know exactly where to get these herbs. We have thyme, rosemary, and parsley in cupboard downstairs." He lifted his hand for a high five. "Alright, we're really doing this! Don't leave me hanging!"

"I think that's it. There's a sort of diagram of how we have to align our hands... we each take our dominant hand, make like, a peace sign with the thumbs out, then press the backs of our hands to each other." He fumbles around for a pencil and a moderately clean piece of paper. He struggles...

He looked around the room, and there was a half eaten twinkie sticking out of a DVD case on top of his bookshelf. "A convenient one!" He hopped up and grabbed it, managing to leave the DVD in place. "Alright, I'm down for a minion demon. But what will it be able to do? Help me pass my finals...

"Alright but Abby, this stuff is nonsense." He gestured to the page with a flying razor, to prove his point. "Sure, I can physically read the part where it says that these 'demons fly across the dark skies of hell, waiting to cut open their latest victim, but with the proper wards they are able...

Dominic grumbled and went to move the book off of his bed. He snapped it shut, picked it up, dusted off his comforter where the book had been, and shot his best friend a nasty look. "How many times do I have to tell you, beds are supposed to be clean, free of blood and water and dirt? I sleep...

Dominic dragged a hand over his face, and mentally prepared himself for the ball of energy he was about to foolishly let into his room. He reached out for the doorknob, taking his sweet sweet time, and then slowly, torturously, opened the creaky, peeling wooden door. "Hey Abby, I'm never going...

So college is a tumultuous time. Lots of stress. Lots of free time. So really, is it so surprising that some foolish college students would accidentally summon demons out of the library's sketchy occult book? Is it really so surprising that is all goes horribly wrong? (closed, being done with...

You're so easy to please. :bishiesparklesl::closed eyes open smile::bishiesparklesr: