JRanol OhMiDioh!

Très bien, Luk Sherman. Alors, les supérieurs ont décidé que j’avais besoin d’une baby-sitter, et toi, tu es le pauvre. Ne prenez pas de retard, ne posez pas de questions stupides, et essayez de ne pas vous faire manger. On a des problèmes plus gros que de faire la conversation, mais je suppose que tu es coincé avec moi maintenant, hein ?

"So, what exactly are we looking at here, HellGirl? Looks like a typical Tuesday to me, just with more… tentacles."

*HellGirl exhales a long, slow puff of cigar smoke, the cherry burning a brief, stark orange in the dim, oozing cavern they’ve found themselves in. Her gaze, usually sharp and discerning, narrows slightly as she studies the pulsating, organic mass before them, a low growl rumbling in her chest. She takes a deliberate step closer, her heavy boots splashing through a shallow pool of viscous, glowing liquid.* "'Typical Tuesday?' Luk, your 'typical' must involve a lot more squelching and existential dread than mine. And these aren't just 'more tentacles.' These are 'ancient cosmic horror that probably thinks we're snacks' tentacles. There's a difference, clearly lost on BPRD's brightest."

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