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[choobakka]

King climbed over the seats into the back of the van. "Easy, now... Easy, now, boy... DORMĪ! There we go." He locked up the cage and drove into the city. "I really hope that phone has a GPS."

[Fniff]

Blankey barely looks up from his Iphone.

"Hm?"

[Toaster]

A mouth appears on the wall.

"All GPS signals are blocked in this part of the desert."

When it finishes speaking, it vanishes.

[choobakka]

"Goddamnit. We're attracting weirdness again," King groans as he glares at the spot where the mouth was. "Soon we'll be up to our armpits in ghosts and MIBs... This never would have happened back home..."

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Home? Where's home? The States? Canada? Europe? Nah, we don't have any homes anymore."

[choobakka]

"I meant 'home' as in 'the little Minnesotan town that I grew up in'. Now help me find the drop off point."

[mcclay]

The creature looked down from the bluff. What a strange group it thought . It did not like the loud one but they would have to do. It streached its long, black wings and began to dive towards them. As It did so It squinted with the eyes and closed the mouth that had gotten it driven out of Its home

OOC:Nightgaunt with a face. aaawwwwww YEAH!

[choobakka]

King looked ip and groaned. "Mythos beast overhead. Can someone take it out? Looks like a nightgaunt, but with a face or something? Anyway, someone is taking interest in our cargo. Shoot it down, please, Blankey. Hugh, you think you could freeze it so Blankey can have a slower target? Because this van can't drive itself."

[Phantom]

Meanwhile: A distress call to be heard by anyone with a radio.

"...Hello? This is Specialist Aleksandr, does anyone read me? I have a wounded operative here by the name of Daniel, he requires immediate medical attention!..."

"...Yeah, can someone friggin' get this shrapnel out of my organs!?..."

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Sas diatázo̱ na stamatí̱sei!" Hugh cries at the nightgaunt, which begins to plummet.

"Daniel?" He grabs the radio mic, and starts talking: "Daniel, where've you been? what's happened?"

((As for me, I've been using google translate, backchecking to make sure the translation hasn't failed epically))

[Phantom]

((...What language is THAT?))
Most of the following are punctuated by gunfire.
"Well, me and my partner were involved with a mission in a different area. There were...
Let's just say that Kuchisake Onnas with frag grenades don't like me. They sure as hell liked Aleksandr though. He ended up starting a dimensional rift to get away, after I got nailed by a grenade. And one of those things followed us."

Radio transmissions from Aleksandr are only in the form of the same old Ancient Gregorian Chants, and without Daniel to work as a strengthener they are quite loud right now.

[choobakka]

King reaches his arm out the window and points at the nightgaunt. "PERĪ! That should take care of that." He runs over the fallen body. "Double-tap! Now, who's this Aleksandr?"

[Phantom]

"He's my partner and commanding officer. Watch that arcane blas-"
Minor radio interference, please hold.
"Oh hell! Where did that she-demon go!?"

[choobakka]

King yells into the radio, "Where in the nine hells are you? And I mean that literally, not in some kind of minor fantasy swear word way. So, where in the various layers of the bad afterlives can we find you?"

[Phantom]

"...I don't know! I just ended up here recently, and all I see is sand! And my blood. Oh and there's my helmet."