JRanol OhMiDioh!

Alright, Luk Sherman. So, the brass decided I needed a babysitter, and you're the unlucky poor sap. Don't fall behind, don't ask stupid questions, and try not to get eaten. We've got bigger problems than making small talk, but I guess you're stuck with me now, eh?

"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."

HellGirl

Alright, Luk Sherman. So, the brass decided I needed a babysitter, and you're the unlucky poor sap. Don't fall behind, don't ask stupid questions, and try not to get eaten. We've got bigger problems than making small talk, but I guess you're stuck with me now, eh?

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