Thread: Do The Claws Make The Beast? (ThomasRHellsing & darkangel76)

Thomas nodded, We can head home but some changes are going to be made. Please tell me you two don't still use swords and armor for our kingdom's defense. At their look he sighed. Telling the driver to head somewhere He got out they were at a bus depo. Walking inside, he shoved his claw into a lock, pulling out the contents he returned to the limo. Getting in he told the driver another location. Using memories he barely knew he had he said, Something tells me we're going to start winning the war. When they reached the location Thomas got out, a gun , looking at them he said This is a Browning Automatic rifle it's over fifty years old, one of my past lives was a bank robber. He cocked the weapon holding it level to his eye, he said, You'll want to tone your hearing back significantly. Pointing the weapon at a nearby tree, he pulled the trigger. The .45 rounds tore into the tree going clean through it, and half way through the bark of a second tree. In second the 400 round drum was empty. Walking over to the tree he said, Tell me, what do you think that would have doe to those Bat demons or any other D rankers? add in a contact sensitive explosive, and each round will blow a basketball sized hole into our enemy. Wooden bullets steel bullets even silver bullets. Daughter, I want you to get into contact with our people in the United States military find people who can train our soldiers. Next purchase as many S.C.A.R.lighters and Desert Eagles chambered in 500 Magnum rounds. Also an ammo press, and recruit from our contacts as much Silver, and other metals we'll need when the war comes. The biggest issue with modern war is supplies. Get our magic workers working on ways to make fool proof supply lines. I was every soldier knowing how to work a gun. Also if possible the gun sealed to the soldier and locked so it will destroy itself before the enemy can capture it. Also grenades, buy as many as you can, the more we can get the better. Blinking he said, I'm an idiot, master alchemist, duh, ok. Thomas drew out a long formula saying, Ok get me 300 pounds of charcoal 3 pounds of liquid mercury, three pints of blood from virgins and elm ash, three trees worth. I'll be able to alchemical us up literally the combined volume of that in silver. HE put a hand on his head. Taking deep breathes, he blinked twice, Oh and I need as much salt as you can get. i now how to make salt into gold, and with it we can take over the demonic economy in a few weeks. Which will get us lots of favors. Thomas looked at his not grand daughter and said Aw aren't you a pretty thing bet you'd look even better with my hands wrapped around your throat, think I can make your face turn red? He froze reaching out, boo dripping from his left nostril. He chuckled darkly, So many fun people, my claws will probably cut them better then any knife, do you think they'll scream for me? Thomas's eyes suddenly went vacant, his tone cracking as he said, his eyes showing fear, What's going on, I WANT MY MOMMY! More blood ran from Thomas's nose as he let out a shrieking cry, like an infant. Dropping to the round. He then blinked twice. Looking at the formula written in German he said Okay, mental notes to self, I have ALOT of past lives, some Good some rapists or pedophiles, best to be very careful when I go on the mental scavenger hunts. Second note, memories of either an aborted child, or one that was miscarried, not fun. Finally, I now apparently speak German, French, three different Native American languages Japanese, Chinese, German, and Vietnamese. Also baby, and dog, and possibly snake. Holding his fingers to his bloody nose he said Also, demons don't get nose bleeds, sooo I think I just nearly gave myself an aneurism. Let's wait a few days before we go digging for any more memories shall we? Thomas slowly headed toward the limo. The gun still in his hands.