<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro Lancaster<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><hr/><em>Well, at least one of the three of them has a cheery disposition.  Gonna have to get the other two to loosen up a bit if I expect to have any sort of fun stranded here in Hell.</em>Chief among the no-nonsense bandwagon seemed to be the elven woman, of course Piro had spotted that personality quirk pretty readily simply by looking at the steel in her eyes.  He had met many a military commander who had that same jaded expression, but more often than not they seemed to know how to have a good time once you dig down deep enough.<br/><br/><em> "Now!  We discover whether these demonic guards consider the exact wording of an order more important than its intent... let us see if they react to the instigator or the performer..."</em><br/><br/>Piro tilted his head at that, but before he could inquire more he felt his face heat up as it blushed a bright red when Naori’s hand pressed against his manhood without warning.  The man stammered in his surprise, completely taken off guard by the sudden turn of events.<strong>”I-I… Uh, wha-“</strong>So taken aback by her maneuver, he was entirely unprepared to defend himself from the shove that he otherwise would have been well-trained enough to likely prevent that particular maneuver.  He stumbled back in sudden alarm for a few paces before his balance gave out and he landed on his butt with an ‘umph’.<br/><br/>He shot a look back toward her than was equal measure indignant and confused for a moment before he registered movement coming from behind him.  Piro started to turn his head in the direction of the sound, but recoiled away reflexively as a blur of swift motion registered in his peripheries an instant before he felt the sharp impact of a taloned foot.  With all the annoyance he could vocalize in a single word, Piro pulled himself to his feet, rubbed his shoulder, and directed a sharp<strong>”Ow”</strong>towards the guard that kicked him.<strong>”Would it really be that much of a burden to you to trim those bad-boys up every once in a while?”</strong>He checked his hand for a quick instant, glad to see no blood was present so he wouldn’t have to worry about what sort of horrors an infernal toe fungus would do when introduced into a human bloodstream.<br/><br/>The entire time Aneesha spoke to them, Piro alternated shooting suspicious glances between Naori and the guard.  Only when she uttered the part of Naori and him fucking each other raw did his attention fully return to her, eye blinking rapidly with bewilderment.<em>Did she really just nonchalantly wedge that between brutal assault and murder?  Note to self: if a devil comes on to you, make damn sure she is disarmed, bound, and gagged before even considering coping a feel.</em><br/><br/><strong>”When I fell, I had a necklace bearing a translucent azure crystal upon it.  It would mean a lot to me if I could get that back, particularly since it’s been what I’ve used as a focus for some time now.  Apart from that, I would feel rather naked in a fight without a fauchard and breastplate; all the better if they are magically imbued.”</strong>