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My brain at all times:

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While the fact that she had merely fallen unconscious from exhaustion and slipped into sleep was very much a relief to him, finding that she had been shot twice was not. He could have probably removed the bullets, but at the moment they were what was keeping her from bleeding out further and Marcel had no clue how to properly treat a bullet wound. It would be best, he decided, if he stuck to disinfecting and cleaning the wounded areas and bandaging up the mark his teeth had left. For proper treatment and bullet removal the woman ought to be seen by a professional.

Once he had applied all the appropriate first aid he could, the sleeping young lady was carefully wrapped in a simple blanket to keep her warm. Should he stay by her side until she woke up? Should he wake her? Or leave before she had a chance to get a good look at him?

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Blood in the water... Not a lot, but fresh and just enough. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been, he had more self-control than that, but he was tired and so very hungry... And that little taste was suddenly enough to cause his mind to fog over for just a moment. Just long enough for him to find the source of the blood scent and sink his teeth into it.

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cannot stop thinking about the french man who during dinner responded to a person asking "should we be naughty and get desert" by pulling a face and going "naughty? it is chocolate, it is not an, uh, threesome"

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A fun-loving flying fox bat with plumeria; toned lineart commission for Kaitlyn

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When the woman did not get back up he immediately grew worried. Be it from exhaustion or blood loss, it looked like she had clean passed out. Feeling that he was out of other options if he was determined to make sure she got out of this situation alive, he moved closer to the edge again and got out of the water. While climbing up onto the concrete had been a struggle for the young lady it was done near effortlessly for him. Possessing eight strong, flexible limbs capable of clingling to even the smoothes surface had its advantages, though he would trade them all for a pair of regular legs in a heartbeat. Marcel sat next to the collapsed woman, gently turning her onto her back and checking her breathing. It was a small relief to find that she hadn't just up and died on him. Still her wounds needed to be treated and while he focused on examining her body for injuries other than the one he had caused, he used his tentacles to simultaniously rerieved the first aid kit from a nearby supply closet.

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Blood in the water... Not a lot, but fresh and just enough. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been, he had more self-control than that, but he was tired and so very hungry... And that little taste was suddenly enough to cause his mind to fog over for just a moment. Just long enough for him to find the source of the blood scent and sink his teeth into it.

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The young woman having remained ignorant thus far was certainly a mercy. If she were to panic now, thrash about while he was still holding her... Not only would that be bad for her injuries, she might actually drown without him supporting her. No, he'd rather she freak out once she was out of the water. As such he was quick to do as the woman asked and lift her up high enough for her to be able to grip the railing.

Marcel stayed close, ready to catch her if she were to slip, only moving back a bit once he saw her safe on the concrete floor.

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Blood in the water... Not a lot, but fresh and just enough. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been, he had more self-control than that, but he was tired and so very hungry... And that little taste was suddenly enough to cause his mind to fog over for just a moment. Just long enough for him to find the source of the blood scent and sink his teeth into it.

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thinking about aus for ocs is so funny. like i already put this guy in a situation but what if i put them in another totally different one

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The demon reluctantly allowed the Engineer to retreat to his room for the night and soon headed to his own. He was loathe to admit it but by then he had found himself becoming quite sleepy as well. It did not take long for Marcel to fall asleep, curled up under a warm blanket, his head resting on a soft pillow.

Perhaps it had something to do with the conversation they had had that evening or maybe it was purely coincidental, still that night the demon did dream. Though by the time he awoke the next day he could could recall little more than vague visions of a warm smile and the sound of a decidedly southern voice.

Even through the drawn curtains he could tell that the sun outside was already up. As tempted as he was to stay in bed longer, he was also feeling a bit hungry, so he got up and threw on some clothes before heading downstairs to see if Dell had made any breakfast.

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The candle flames flared up, their warm yellow glow turning into a cold eerie blue. From the center of the circle a single drop of inky black liquid rose, dripping straight up as if gravity had been reversed. It was quickly followed by more until the drips turned into a steady stream and within seconds the entire ceilling was covered in black.

As the ripples of the last drop were fading outwards to the walls they suddenly reversed, the black liquid began to collect above the summoning circle again and as though a switch had been flipped to reactivate gravity, it all came crashing down into the circle like a tidal wave. 

The sudden force made the candles flicker, their dancing flames casting strange shadows onto the walls, while the liquid formed long tendrils and a vaguely humanoid shape.

With every second the silhouette became more defined, until it had taken the shape of a four armed man with horns and a pair of folded wings on his back; though his lower body remained a mess of writhing black tendrils. He would have looked like he’d been carved out of obsidian if not for the gentle ripples in the liquid.

Finally the being opened his eyes, a pair of glowing green lights, and focused his gaze on the man who had summoned him.

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Another chuckle. "No, that's not what I meant. I don't return to my realm every time I go to sleep. I only meant that when I do go, I am not giving up my possession of this body, it merely enters a state of unconsciousness. Perhaps calling it 'sleeping' wasn't the best choice of words."

As for the man's other question... "I... rarely dream." Most of the time, regardless of wether he was in a mortal body or his own, his sleep tended to be dreamless. However on the rare occasion that he did dream the experience was rarely pleasant, so the demon did not exactly feel like he was missing out.

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The candle flames flared up, their warm yellow glow turning into a cold eerie blue. From the center of the circle a single drop of inky black liquid rose, dripping straight up as if gravity had been reversed. It was quickly followed by more until the drips turned into a steady stream and within seconds the entire ceilling was covered in black.

As the ripples of the last drop were fading outwards to the walls they suddenly reversed, the black liquid began to collect above the summoning circle again and as though a switch had been flipped to reactivate gravity, it all came crashing down into the circle like a tidal wave. 

The sudden force made the candles flicker, their dancing flames casting strange shadows onto the walls, while the liquid formed long tendrils and a vaguely humanoid shape.

With every second the silhouette became more defined, until it had taken the shape of a four armed man with horns and a pair of folded wings on his back; though his lower body remained a mess of writhing black tendrils. He would have looked like he’d been carved out of obsidian if not for the gentle ripples in the liquid.

Finally the being opened his eyes, a pair of glowing green lights, and focused his gaze on the man who had summoned him.

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"Looking for a loophole, are we?" The demon gave a brief chuckle, then shook his head.

"You're out of luck. The part of me that is here, would remain here." Marcel gestured at his human body. "This vessel would go to sleep while I visit my realm and awake again when I return."

"Physicality works somewhat differently for my kind than how it does for yours, but I still have a body of my own. When I posess a mortal I transfer part of myself, my consciousness into their body." What the Engineer had seen in that cave had by no means been the demons actual form, rather a shadow of it.

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The candle flames flared up, their warm yellow glow turning into a cold eerie blue. From the center of the circle a single drop of inky black liquid rose, dripping straight up as if gravity had been reversed. It was quickly followed by more until the drips turned into a steady stream and within seconds the entire ceilling was covered in black.

As the ripples of the last drop were fading outwards to the walls they suddenly reversed, the black liquid began to collect above the summoning circle again and as though a switch had been flipped to reactivate gravity, it all came crashing down into the circle like a tidal wave. 

The sudden force made the candles flicker, their dancing flames casting strange shadows onto the walls, while the liquid formed long tendrils and a vaguely humanoid shape.

With every second the silhouette became more defined, until it had taken the shape of a four armed man with horns and a pair of folded wings on his back; though his lower body remained a mess of writhing black tendrils. He would have looked like he’d been carved out of obsidian if not for the gentle ripples in the liquid.

Finally the being opened his eyes, a pair of glowing green lights, and focused his gaze on the man who had summoned him.

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Assuming that the girl was asking if he had been injured Marcel shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm not hurt." he reassured her. "But we should take a look at your injuries."

Since she had wrapped her arms around him and was still more or less clinging to him he added "If you'll let me I can help you out of the water. There should be a first aid kit in the storage closet here."

If he could help it he would like to continue to keep his secret from her, but that was bound to be difficult, if not impossible. For one how was he supposed to justify staying in the water? And she was bound to get a look at his hands, the blue skin, the claws and the webbing between his fingers were hardly normal or easily explained.

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Blood in the water... Not a lot, but fresh and just enough. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been, he had more self-control than that, but he was tired and so very hungry... And that little taste was suddenly enough to cause his mind to fog over for just a moment. Just long enough for him to find the source of the blood scent and sink his teeth into it.

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It was almost amusing to the demon to see Dell so oddly relieved to know that God did not care. "What? You thought your actions mattered to him and you still chose to kill for profit? I am no expert, but is murder not something most of your believe systems consider a major sin? Greed as well, no?"

"As for you getting locked out... I suppose this might be where the analogy fails. For one it is almost impossible for a living mortal to leave this realm without outside help. And once they have managed to enter another realm the issue is not being able to re-enter their own realm, it is leaving the one they went to." he explained, before adding with a slight smile "I could safely take you to my realm and back, but if I chose to keep you, you would have a hard time finding a way to return here."

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The candle flames flared up, their warm yellow glow turning into a cold eerie blue. From the center of the circle a single drop of inky black liquid rose, dripping straight up as if gravity had been reversed. It was quickly followed by more until the drips turned into a steady stream and within seconds the entire ceilling was covered in black.

As the ripples of the last drop were fading outwards to the walls they suddenly reversed, the black liquid began to collect above the summoning circle again and as though a switch had been flipped to reactivate gravity, it all came crashing down into the circle like a tidal wave. 

The sudden force made the candles flicker, their dancing flames casting strange shadows onto the walls, while the liquid formed long tendrils and a vaguely humanoid shape.

With every second the silhouette became more defined, until it had taken the shape of a four armed man with horns and a pair of folded wings on his back; though his lower body remained a mess of writhing black tendrils. He would have looked like he’d been carved out of obsidian if not for the gentle ripples in the liquid.

Finally the being opened his eyes, a pair of glowing green lights, and focused his gaze on the man who had summoned him.

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The demon considered for a moment how he could most clearly explain the answer to what was at once a very easy and very hard question.

"Hm.... Imagine this realm like a house. In the far past it was everyone's house. Then 'god' decides that he doesn't like beings like me being in that house so he forces us out and puts a lock on the door. He hands the key to you humans and leaves you to do with the house as you please. It is your house now. We have tried to break down the door or pick the metaphorical lock for ages, but with little to no success. Thus the only somewhat reliable way to gain access is for one of your kind to let us in. A summoning is like opening the door and inviting us in. And now that I am here I can stay until you or some other mortal figures out how to revoke that invitation and force me to leave."

God wasn't going to intervene, from Marcel's experience he did not care all that much and he sure wasn't paying the sort of constant attention the humans liked to ascribe to him.

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The candle flames flared up, their warm yellow glow turning into a cold eerie blue. From the center of the circle a single drop of inky black liquid rose, dripping straight up as if gravity had been reversed. It was quickly followed by more until the drips turned into a steady stream and within seconds the entire ceilling was covered in black.

As the ripples of the last drop were fading outwards to the walls they suddenly reversed, the black liquid began to collect above the summoning circle again and as though a switch had been flipped to reactivate gravity, it all came crashing down into the circle like a tidal wave. 

The sudden force made the candles flicker, their dancing flames casting strange shadows onto the walls, while the liquid formed long tendrils and a vaguely humanoid shape.

With every second the silhouette became more defined, until it had taken the shape of a four armed man with horns and a pair of folded wings on his back; though his lower body remained a mess of writhing black tendrils. He would have looked like he’d been carved out of obsidian if not for the gentle ripples in the liquid.

Finally the being opened his eyes, a pair of glowing green lights, and focused his gaze on the man who had summoned him.

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Merde

The time for gentle attempts to gain her cooperation was over. He had to leave, either with or without the girl.

"Hold your breath." he said urgently, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against his chest. He did not give her a lot of time to do as told before he dragged her underwater. Hopefully she would not only hold her breath, but also wind up closing her eyes.

If there was once advantage to having a full set of tentacles in place of two human legs, than it had to be how quickly and easily they allowed him to move underwater. It took Marcel less than a minute to clear the passage he had mentioned, and soon enough his and her head were breaching the surface again.

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Blood in the water... Not a lot, but fresh and just enough. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been, he had more self-control than that, but he was tired and so very hungry... And that little taste was suddenly enough to cause his mind to fog over for just a moment. Just long enough for him to find the source of the blood scent and sink his teeth into it.

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The last few krakens and giant squids I saw in any media had entirely soft suckers like an octopus so now I'm wondering something. Giant squid generally have "tooth lined" suckers, and the colossal squid's two longer tentacles have suckers that evolved into full blown claws all over them.

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Neither of us will have to be lonely now Gods, was it ever so tempting to read into those words...

"Even though my profession mostly kept me from forming any friendships or long lasting relationships, I was still able to be among people and that was enough for the most part." Now he had eight reasons to avoid other people like his life depended on it, because it very well might.

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He regarded the bound woman with an unreadable expression, his arms crossed infront of his bare chest and his tentacles twitching as if they had a life of their own.Finally he heaved a sigh. “Please tell me this is not what it looks like…”Whether he was talking to himself or addressing the woman was up for interpretation

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Alright, so far she was not freaking out and judging by her question genuinely considering his offer of help. "There is an opening underwater. I can take you through it, you would only have to hold your breath and close your eyes. It leads to a room that is connected to the maintanance area of this place. The... mercenaries do not have access to it." And even the staff never went down all the way down there, because all that room really had was an access to the water from the canal and the metal grate meant to keep lost body parts and other battle debris from winding up in the river.

"I promise you will be fine. There should even be a first aid kit there, we'll be able to treat your injuries before you loose even more blood."

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Blood in the water... Not a lot, but fresh and just enough. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been, he had more self-control than that, but he was tired and so very hungry... And that little taste was suddenly enough to cause his mind to fog over for just a moment. Just long enough for him to find the source of the blood scent and sink his teeth into it.