== Be Jake English
Your name is Jake English and your a little worried that your cousin's romantical interest is going to get you caught by the demons. As usual, the short and usually pissed off troll is rambling, and you are not listening to a single word that is spewing out of his mouth. Absently, you tug on you green jacket, forcing yourself not to shiver in the cool night air. That was the other bad thing, John had specified that you be back before night fell. Woops.
"Karkat, don't you think you ought to quiet down there? We are in demon turf after all," you suggest quietly, looking around wearily.
"We can handle a couple of demons. Despite the fact that you are obviously scared out of your human thinkpan, your a good fighter," Karkat says, still talking loudly.
You think he meant that as a compliment, although with as harsh as he always talked you could never really be certain, "Well that's all right and good, but if we don't want to be attacked then I think we ought to-" you stop midsentence and shout, "Karkat, behind you!"
The troll moves quickly and in a flash his sickles are in his hand, but he's not fast enough. With a swift blow, the demon knocks him unconscious, and Karkat falls to the ground. Thankfully, he bought you enough time to whip out your guns which are loaded with salt, and the second you had a clear shot you fire. The demon screams out in agony and falls, his skin sizzling from where the salt hit him.
"Let's see who we got this time," you mutter and you move closer to see a rather familiar face, "Dirk. Why does it always seem to be you who shows up?"
He makes an effort to smirk through the pain, "I can never not show up when a pretty face is nearby."
You ignore his comment and take some holy water from your pocket, "Sleep well demon prince."
The water contacts with his skin and he groans in pain before going into a state of unconsciousness. You sigh and look at the two bodies lying next to you. This was going to be quite the explanation.
~Later~
You arrive at the small hut just outside of the HQ, dragging Dirk with you. Knowing that the holy water will wear off soon, you quickly clamp a pair of handcuffs around his wrists, and thread a chain through them. You secure it with a lock up above his head and step back, waiting for him to wake. You know that he won't be able to get away easily, the whole place is surrounded by salt, and various other things to make it nearly impossible to escape. Of course, you know he probably will anyways.
Deciding that you ought to look intimidating, you grab a knife from the counter, and twirl it as you kneel in front of him. A slight twitch in his eyes alerts you to the fact that he is waking up and you set your jaw as his orange eyes open.
"Good morning love, sleep well?" you ask sarcastically, but still in a slightly gentlemanly manner. Just because he's a hellspawn of Satan doesn't mean that you need to be a complete jerk to him.
"Just dandy," he says, eyes looking upwards as he tugs lightly on his bonds, "Nice traps you've got here."
You smirk slightly, "Only the best for our very special demon friend."
Dirk seemed almost amused by your comment and his smirk that spread acrost his face made your boil, "Yes I'm sure you all were very excited to meet me. I feel so honoured, should I have broughten a gift?"
"The only gift that you can give at the current moment mate is to spill some information," you press the knife against his neck and oh you know it hurts like hell due to the fact that it's made of silver, "Where are you assholes holding Jade?"
He hisses slightly at the contact with the silver, "I don't know anything about that. Dave probably has her locked up in god knows where."
"Not good enough there friend," the knife presses further into his rather thick skin, "I'd start spilling the beans pretty soon or this'll get ugly really quickly."
"No believe me, the minute you dragged me here shit was gonna get ugly," he practically hisses and it almost startles you out of your fierce mode, "And you bloody well know it hunter."
You blink and harden your gaze, "Look, I don't have time for this poppycock bullshit. Cut the drama and get on with it will you?"
"No I won't. You can torture me all you want; I won't tell you shit about anything," he spits and you wipe it off the side of your face with the sleeve of your jacket.
"Have it your way then," you say, "It's easier to just kill you now, rather than dragging it out until one of your mates comes to spring you."
For a moment, he looks nearly confused, but then his poker face is back, and he swallows thickly, "Well get on with it then."
You're already tucking the knife away in exchange for your gun, "Alright. Too bad it's ending so quickly though, I was rather looking forward to seeing you break."
"Guess I'm not so lucky," he mutters.
"No, you're lucks all dried up," you press the gun to his forehead, "Any last words you want to say there friend?"
Briefly, you're forest green eyes meet his bright orange, and he says, "Distraction."
"Wha-" your confusion is obvious, but then there's a hand clamped over your mouth, and something is biting into your neck, making the world go hazy.
You can barely make out an apparent female demon freeing Dirk and the two stand over you debating something, but your mind is too far gone to care.
== Be the demon
Which demon, be more specific dumbass.
== Be Dave
Your name is Dave Strider and yes, you are the fucking leader of the demons. Currently you're unbelievably pissed and-
How about we find someone who's in a better mood?
== Be John
Are you retarded? Try again.
== Be Dirk
Your name is Dirk Strider and you've just caught yourself a nice piece of hunter ass. Roxy walks beside you as you trudge from the hunter HQ back to your own, neither of you speak. In your arms in the hunter, still conscious, but unbelievably out of it. He mutters something, but even with your fine hearing you can't make it out, and shrug it off as some useless threat. Personally, you're glad that Roxy had enough of her wits about her to bite him so that he couldn't fight.
"I think I should thank you," you finally say, breaking the awkward silence.
"Is no problem," her words are slurred and you wonder if she'd convinced Rose to drink from her again, "We gotta take care of eachother right?"
You nod, "Yeah."
The silence returns, but it's not as tense, and after a few minutes you're at the base. It doesn't look like much on the outside, just a shabby shack, but underneath is the actual hideout. Taking out a long golden key, Roxy fits it into the keyhole, and you both enter. Inside is pitch black, but you don't need to be able to see, and make your way over to what appears to be a large wall. Pushing on it, Roxy spins it, and you both decend into what you all refer too as 'the tunnels'.
"I'm gonna go get him tied up, it looks like the venom's wearing off," you say, gesturing to the not-quite-so-limp hunter in your arms.
Roxy shrugs, "'Kay, Imma go tell Dave."
"Have fun with that," you mutter, already dreading the moment you have to face your brother.
You push the thought from your mind though and start walking. Doors line the sides of the white walls around you, but you have to make sure you get a good one, and soon find the perfect room about forty doors down. Yeah, that fucking hallways is huge.
The door opens soundlessly as you twist the bronze handle and enter. The room is decently sized, holding in a full sized bed with chains hanging above it, and nothing else. The carpet is a dark tan and a single lightbulb buzzes in the center of the ceiling. You smirk as you lay him down on the bed and grab one of his wrists, then force it into on of the shackles. After you repeat the process with his other arm, he's practically completely out of the venom haze, although he's still not completely out of it.
"Morning love, sleep well," you whisper tauntingly in his ear and damn if that didn't just about make him piss himself.
"Son of a bitch!" he yelps, struggling against the chains.
You smirk slightly, "Welcome to hell."
"W-what?" he almost seems to think it is literally hell, how cute.
"Not literally, but close enough," you shrug as if it's no big deal.
Suddenly, your ear twitches as a sharp sound cuts through the air, but you know only you can hear it, "We'll have to continue this another time."
His eyebrows shoot up, "You can't just leave me here!"
You laugh (he shudders, making you smirk), "I'm afraid I don't have a choice. Don't worry my love, I'll be back soon enough."
"I'm not your 'love'," he hisses.
"You'll soon feel differently about that," you chuckle and leave the room, deciding to fuck with him some more by turning the light off.
You can sense his fear and shut the door, then make your way to face the fury of Dave's wrath. A knot of your own fear twists in your stomach and you really hope you can pull yourself out of this one.
