How may I serve you tonight?

-You can call me Sixmun or Sixalt. I prefer masculine pronouns.

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“So like Dantes Inferno? If thats the case whoever is in charge of sending souls to hell got fired a while now. I have seen a lot of bad stuff back in my day. But the things I see here on a daily basis just takes the cake. I cant imagine how the worse demons look like.”

Tom drives following the directions Franz gives him with a detour here and there to avoid blocked streets and open gunfights. All up until he parks outside the apartment building the baphomet stays at. “No problem. Dont forget about Micks. Its probably the most honest money anyone can get in here.”

“They’re called the rings of hell and that’s what I can say on that. Though Hell has definitely changed in some ways. Specially with some sinners achieving overlord status.”

He let him drive to the apartment. He did guess some detours were unavoidable. He gives a nod hearing him then gives a small bow.

“But of course. As for the honest part...doesn’t matter much to me. Thank you for everything today though.”

He let her take the wipes as he finished. The stinging could be felt,getting a few twitches out of him. The pain would be endured regardless. His own body generally just aching. Even as she helped treat some spots. He gives a small nod.

He commented as he thought on it. Which was how he knew how Hell operated. At least that’s the way it was. He tells Tom of the address of his apartment,guiding him the way. Which goes to a decent enough looking apartment building.

“Gah. Fucking hell. Street goons are such pests...”

He mumbles aloud as he thought. He saw her get a ice pack out for herself.  Which he gives this sheep-ish smile.

He lets her take him up. He shuts his eyes as he carried her. Franz knew they’d get looks. Once they were inside a building he shuffles around some in her grasp,gently slipping down to his hooves as she looked to do so.

“...sorry. I thought I was light enough for others to fling around.”

He commented able to tell she was a bit worn. He follows along to her room,able to keep up enough despite his injuries. He looks around briefly before moving on over to climb up onto the bed. The baphomet wiggles around as he reclines back on the edge.

He slips up into the car on the passenger side once again. He rubs at his chin hearing the question.

He puts away the weapon. Hammerspace was handy,even if it was a bit limited. He’d shuffle a little as she pull one of his arms over her shoulder. He didn’t bother fighting this. Though he had a slight thought to add on.

“...if you’re gonna take me somewhere,you can carry me. Having me over lean to you would be awkward.”

The baphomet comes up the car with him. He looks around for a moment,pondering where they were and the time currently.

“Not especially. Though I guess if you want,you can take me west side of town.”

“I get that! I was planning to run but...now I can’t leave ya to fight alone. I’m not defenseless!”

The baphomet stands up beside her weapon ready. He watches the others before them. Even if he was looking rough for wear at the time he was still standing. He scrunches his muzzle as she moved up in front of him again. He’d watch her tense up before setting one of the attackers aflame. They started to scream and dropped down,rolling on the floor. The other two stared at their ally on fire then back at them. They exchange glances between one another as well mumble to each other of what was happening.

Without much fanfare or words the two not on fire scatter away. The one on fire still hollering and rolling around trying to put themselves out. Franz stands at the ready for a moment before lowering his weapon some.

“Thanks...again...”

Nonverbal starters

Clang! Thunk! Yells of pain.

The baphomet stood there with weapon drawn ready staring down a few other demons. Franz would seem scuffed and injured in some locations. He had injured one with his warpick,the other two stepping forward gradually. He was ready to run with one now hurt. One of the demons started to rush towards him getting him to raise his weapon. Though he quickly saw someone come in between them.

“!!”

Barely a noise escapes him of surprise seeing the figure come in to defend him. He sees a familiar face,one who came to defend him once again. She took a hit for him this time.

“R-Ramona!”

“...weird. Then again,I’m a hellborn. So I don’t know what it’s like to be a sinner. Thanks again though.”