Tess felt jumpy, even though the comic shop looked completely normal. Part of her was still coming to terms with everything and the other had accepted that she was likely going to die by the time that she turned thirty. If her life was hanging in the balance and this nerd and this half demon were the only two that could help prevent that from happening, she knew her chances were slim to none. She'd almost said as much as Roland took his seat and began to spout off information to her and Damien. The information that he did have was interesting and valuable, even though at first listening, it had more of a shock factor than a "Oh shit, that's good to know" factor. Tess wasn't the only one being targeted - there were others. But why was she being targeted? Why were<i>they</i>being targeted? She really was fortunate, coming out with her life while the other girls had been hardly recognizable.<br/><br/>She ignored Roland's cutesy nickname from her mostly, only nodding when he advised Damien to ditch her. Honestly, that was probably the smartest move, but from what little she knew about Damien, he wasn't exactly the smartest type. She was grateful for that though, otherwise, she probably wouldn't have made it passed that first demon. Unfortunately, now she was dealing with a supposed hell hound and god only knew what else. Clutching her golden locket, she looked around the comic shop while Roland and Damien continued to converse with one another, her finger trailing along the binding of one particular book in a clear, plastic cover. She was engrossed with the artwork, staring at it hard in an attempt not to freak out about a demon take over as she halfway listened. The world was going to Hell in a hand basket, it seemed. Maybe she did need to move back home.<br/><br/>A loud crash had her looking over her shoulder with wide eyes, only to get her first glimpse of a Hell Hound. It didn't look that much different than the average canine at first, but the longer Tess looked, the longer she noticed not so subtle differences. The fur on the beast didn't look soft. Instead, it look sharp and somewhat scaly, even though Tess knew that was impossible. It's body resembled a large feline, muscled, but barrel chested and with long nails on it's paws that looked more dangerous than anything she'd ever seen. At least, until she caught a glimpse of the snarled mouth and the red-amber colored eyes that seemed to burn her soul right from her body. It's tail flicked menacingly while it snarled in the doorway.<br/><br/>Tess couldn't move. She was too frightened to move. Instead, she looked at Damien with wide eyes and said very flatly,<b>"Who invited Fido to the party? Doesn't he know that no dogs are allowed? It says so on the sign." </b>It seemed that comedy was her only mechanism of coping, and her sarcasm would start to be thicker than normal until she was in a position where she felt more secure. But Tess continued to look at Damien for answers, even though none came quickly enough, and instead of just standing there and waiting for the demon to get to her first, Tess made her move, sprinting passed Damien and Roland, grabbing the half demon's hand, and shouting,<b>"We're getting the fuck out of here!"</b>.<br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="153" data-username="@Vaughn Doom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/153/">@Vaughn Doom</a>