Log:Test Your Metal, Scene 15

Test Your Metal 2017/06/25

15

"I hate deadends. Never been one for them." Daemon says, lifting another shotglass of whiskey to his lips. "So... where did you pick this case up, Grimmace?" He asks before tipping his helmeted head back, taking the shot in one fluid motion. "If that was your plan A- what's plan B?"

Grimm chews on the inside of her cheek as she glances at Daemon from the corner of her eye. "I was trying to get to a place called the Colavrassa, in a dimension linked to Malcolm and ended up...somewhere linked. A cave of a giant creature called a Sauras. And while I was trying to make sure that giant lizard didn't eat me, I learned about what happened to the Colavrassa. And what the magical mark on Malcolm means. It's a curse of Fate."

"Oh- so that's what does it for you? Curses of Fate? How do other men even compete with your Metal-Golem?" Daemon says facetiously as he browses a number of recipes for phaal curry- why? For another case. It has nothing to do with the case at hand, but his mind works in a funny way- sometimes clues link together in funny ways.

On the other end of the line, there is a loud, meaty WHUD. A moment later, Ghostfist bursts out into laughter.

"Grimmace?! PFFFT! Whaaaaat?!"

Grimm wouldn't be wrong for hanging up the call.

And because Ghostfist isn't being any help, that's exactly what Grimm does. She taps the end call button, then gives Daemon a furious look. "What do you mean, 'That's what does it for you?'" she demands.

"Um... well when a Metal Man loves a Shadow-Witch very much..." Daemon starts, lifting his hands up and making a circle with his thumb and first finger on one hand. Then with the other he takes his pointer finger and goes in this circle. Grimm can be certain he will be going out and likely back in if she doesn't stop him while they are ahead.

Grimm raises a single eyebrow at him as her fingers start to curl into fists. Almost daring him to continue that motion. The lights are picking a great time to dim. The whole area seems to be getting darker.

Daemon slows his motion and asks, "I take it you'v eheard this one?" Daemon grins in a method that should indicate her next words will decide whether or not he continues on wiht that motion. After all of this spider isn't afraid of the dark- though maybe he should be.

He shrugs. "And what is a Colavrassa?"

One of these days, the spider's going to find out exactly why he should be afraid of the dark. Grimm growls out, "Yes, I've heard. I guess the only way I can get off is if the guy's cursed and packing." That last one is definitely a dig on Daemon.

She folds her arms over her chest as she frowns at him, debating whether she should teach him a lesson. If he continues...oh my, will she try. "The Colavrassa was a paradise that was turned into a blasted wasteland. Some creatures from that plane broke into our world and were drawn to Malcolm."

"Hmmm..." Daemon says, drumming his fingers on the table and skirting Grimm's wrath like a seasoned pro. "That's not a great lead." Minor League maybe.

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"None of it's been a good lead. I just know he's cursed, and eventually it could get him killed," Grimm grumbles in frustration as she unweaves her arms and slams a fist on the table. "Nothing I've learned tells me anything about how to get rid of the curse. All I know is it's there. And...and..."

Her rage deflates. "And it's not even really the case. It's something I got obsessed with trying to fix..." she murmurs.

"Thanks Gladys." He says simply before retuning his attention to Grimm. "So no Colavrassas, the Professor isn't so helpful, and Ghostfist's advice is to forget about the whole thing. So- after we roll this impossible boulder up this vertical wall we'll have to find something equally as impossible to keep our attention." He muses, reaching for his jack and coke.

"The only thing the Professor helped was answer the question of what and how Malcolm was cursed." Grimm starts to count off on her fingers. "I know that Professor Mysterion's ritual was to harness the power to bypass fate." Another finger. "I know that Malcolm tried to stop the ritual to save his classmates, which got him sent to the dimension with the Colavrassa, and got him cursed by Fate for messing with the ritual."

She thinks for a moment and extends another finger. "I know that while he was there, he met a race of metal giants called...Colossi? Colossuses? What's the plural of Colossus?"