[Open] Calling out of work

[strawberryredgrave]

Sender: Dante
To: Everyone
Subject: Office wide vacation

Whew. Past few weeks were rough. Even as someone who loves a good fight, there were a lot of fights. Lot of emotionally trying stuff, too. Even I'm beat. So, everyone at DMC: IMP's gonna be on leave for a while. Probably a week or so. Long enough to sleep off all of uhh. That.

Since it's been a while since I used this, DMC: IMP's a group of us demons and non-demons who're damn good at fighting monsters and noctaere. Would be a business if money existed, but last time it did, it was a big mistake. Joint effort between Devil May Cry, the Immediate Murder Professionals and anyone who hangs out at the office long enough. You can drop by if you want; it's the building with a bunch of holes, missing doors and tarp over a torn off rooftop.

Oh right, we gotta rebuild it again. Maybe two or three weeks. We'll figure that out.

Comments

[mansbestend]

ok cool

also

sorry

[strawberryredgrave]

You don't owe me an apology. I helped kick her ass like I said I would. We all did. And we'll do it again, if it comes to it.

You doing alright?

[mansbestend]

learned sumthin new!

dream world death feels just as bad as real world death

total ripoff

[strawberryredgrave]

Okay, that does suck.

But I'd have a lot of questions if they made dying feel good. Questions like "why?" and "you should talk to someone about that."

[helluvaboss]

not ur fault

[mansbestend]

she came from my head so she knew about you guys
then shit went into handbaskets or whatever

thats on me

[helluvaboss]

still not ur fuckin fault

plus i got to shoot her in her dumb bitch face and i bit her and burned her up it was fun

u good?

[herewardbound]

ohgood i was about to say i wasn't going to be in tomorrow
okcool sleeping now

[strawberryredgrave]

Yeah, it's a good week to sleep in. A good month, maybe.

You need anything? Food, drink, whatever?

like fifteen hours later

[herewardbound]

What I needed, apparently, was twelve uninterrupted hours of sleep, a bath, and then another two hours of sleep.

If you have anything good for muscle pain, I would appreciate that plus protein and some kind of juice. Orange, maybe. Not just water. Please and thank you.

[strawberryredgrave]

You got it.

(About twenty minutes later comes a motorcycle slowing to a stop and a knock on the door. It's Dante, bringing with him a pitcher of orange juice, food in a bag that smells undeniably like curry, and his elemental nunchaku, King Cerberus.)

Akechi? Got the stuff. Freshly squeezed juice and everything.

[helluvaboss]

tnx for getting this alert up b4 me

last few weeks were fucked up

[strawberryredgrave]

Of course. You spend a few weeks fighting your personal demons, it's gonna drain you

Did plenty of that back home. Almost wonder if that's why I didn't see any ghosts from my past.

[helluvaboss]

I prolly had to many people that hate me 4 the story eater to pick

[strawberryredgrave]

Heh. Guess it couldn't bring all of Hell to come for me. Even then I killed most of my enemies. Best it could've done was my brother and he'd be pissed about getting controlled again.

Dick move using Lady's face like that, though. And Loona's. Stolas', too.

Sender: Cloud Strife

[spikyheaded]

The name Immediate Murder Professionals leaves quite the impression.

[Good or bad? Cloud doesn't say.]

[strawberryredgrave]

Sure does. Blitz wanted a snappy name for his business, real deliberate with what they're about. Easier to get that across than Devil May Cry, I admit, but I like its meaning more.

They're a band of imps and a hellhound who're contract killers. Pretty cool people, with a neat acronym.

[spikyheaded]

You'd think contract killers would be a little discreet with their brand. Considering the line of work.

[strawberryredgrave]

Normally. Pretty sure they can get away with being upfront since they're set up in Hell; no one really cares there.

Pretty sure no one does. Haven't been to that Hell yet, myself.

sender: velvet crowe

[daemonise]

So. Let's see if I read this right.

DMC: IMP is a bunch of demons and non-demons banding together to fight


demons.

[strawberryredgrave]

Yup! Demons, rich assholes, killed an evil pope once. The kind of people who really deserve it.

The location's got us taking on nightmare monsters, too. Not too far from what we're used to. You interested?

[daemonise]

Only out of morbid curiosity. What do you do with them when you find them?

Sender: Gen Asagiri (drawing out all of his emoji)

[fun_thementalist]

does your little group usually find itself with a lot of work to do?

which is just a way of asking how often monsters tend to attack this place O_O;;

[strawberryredgrave]

Most times, it's patrols. You go far enough outside the town's borders, especially the desert, and you'll see plenty of them. Staying in town's usually the safe option. No guarantees, but it's a safe bet.

Something usually happens once a month, but it ain't always monster attacks. You woke up here recently?

Or. Fell asleep here, I guess. Dreamed your way here. Whatever works.

[fun_thementalist]

yeah I've been sticking with that safe option myself. I've only been asleep for - a couple of months, in this dream? probably a few seconds in the waking world orz

I must prefer parties and festivals, that's how all of this began for me! I'm not equipped to fight, I'm far too squeamish and my arms are like *noodles*, my dear.

so I was hoping your answer would be 'flower festivals and dancing and treats are usually what we have here' ykwim?