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Oni stood there, breathing heavily from the fight.
He wasn't tired...it was just that was the first major fight he'd been in for a while. Usually it was misguided demon hunters he was able to waste in a single rifle shot.
"Slow down there, Dr. Frankenstein." he said with a short laugh.
"You're like a kid in a candy store, but we have pressing matters. After that, you can see the fruits of your labour." he added.
He felt a warm sensation on his forehead, and reached up.
When Oni pulled his fingers away, there was a bit of blood on it, from where the steel fist had connected to his forehead. It broke the skin just to the side of his left eyebrow, and a bit of blood was dripping down his nose.
"Hey, Tomha, didn't you need this?" he asked casually, turning his hand to him.

"Well I made them, but I haven't been had the chance to tell them what to do or even seen them for about a thousand years so no." He said casually. "But you must have done something to end up down there...so care to tell us what happened? and that blood is exposed to the elements like dirt. I meant to use as in a Syringe, but I think you would probably want some medical supplies. First Aid is in all the bathrooms."

Oni shook his head. "It's just a scratch, literally." he said, wiping the blood away with his thumb.
Shrugging, he stuck his thumb in his mouth to clean the blood off, then pressed it to the small cut.
"My story?" he repeated casually.
"I was a ruthless demon, like the majority of them." he started, sitting on the floor near the hole.
He dangled his feet down, just over the golem's reach. He heard some grunting in annoyance as they reached for them.
"Something changed, way back in 1944. From that moment on, I was less ruthless, and it came to the point where I helped humans. When the nukes struck, the first ones, I was nearest the one here, watching with a good friend of mine. From that moment on, we travelled together for a bit. Go this..." he said, lifting his shirt.
Across his chest was a decent size scar, faded from age but still there.
"From a few misguided demon hunters. We parted ways, she decided to settle in a small town we passed through, and I made my way here. Met a few more demons, some good, some evil. And here I am, sitting at the edge of a pit of golems, talking to a human, a god, and a demon. Sounds like a bad joke..." Oni laughed, clearing his throat. "A human, a god, and a demon walk into a mansion..." he chuckled slightly.

Beethoven pushed himself against the wall. His heart in his throat. He had, out of pure curiosity, walked into the mansion like building to see if there was something interesting he could take with him. The building wasn't smoking that bad anymore and a half hour had past since the last explosion like noise had come from the area. He had heard human voices so he decided to take a look. Who knew, maybe he made a good trade there. He could use some extra food. And it wasn't a human custom anymore to deny other humans into there home/territory. At least, it wasn't one in the last 4 villages he had bin. He had bin welcomed and people had fed him in exchange for letters he had taken with him from an other village. It had bin only ten letters but the people had bin overjoyed by its content. Whatever it might have bin.
Now he stood with his back against the wall his heart rate rising, just out of sight of whoever was sitting there having a nice happy conversation. One of the guys was a slave driver, bad folk, and a genius.....demon lord? He could not hear everything but both his brain and guts told him to get his filthy little a** out of there. He slowly began to move back to the entrance.

Oni waited for others to share their stories. He had felt the presence behind him, but didn't speak up or turn.
Until Viros jumped up and nearly hit him.
He got up slowly and strolled after Viros, putting a hand on the slide of the gun. He moved his index into the trigger guard, preventing the slide from moving. He applied some force to try and lower it.
"Jumpy, aren't ya?" he said quietly. Thinking back on his own past always made him a little quieter, a little more...human. Some would say sad. He shrugged it off when they said that.
"If that's another survivor, what good would it do shooting him, or her?" he added. "Also, think. I felt that presence long before you did. I'm sure Rikku and Tomha did as well. All three of us are much, much faster than you are. If it was a threat, we would have killed it the second it came into the room and pulled a weapon."
Oni turned his head toward the faint figure moving away. "Stop." he said slowly. "Turn around. You don't show a sign of hostility, and I promise Wyatt Earp here won't shoot. You draw a knife or something, and my hand goes off the gun."

"Is death your only idea of punishment? THere's alot of things worse then that, I pity the lack of imagination." He mumbled. He really did have to go soon.

((Ugh, I dunno if I'll be on later when you guys might be on, I got to build a shed -_- I doubt I can do much. The thing weighs like 80 LB and it's to heavy to move much.))

Oni laughed. "Looks like you might need a new one in your head, get some air in your brain." he said.
"I said that if you don't show any signs of hostility, you'd be fine." he explained.
"Question, though. What are you doing here? It took a demon and a god a while to find this place." he bluffed. "And yet you, a human, are standing right in front of me."
Oni took his hand off Viros' gun, holding his hands in front of him, palms up.