[PLOT RP] Next Stop: Deepest Pit of Hell [cont!]

With the Nephilim subdued, G'oun made no haste in examining it. She was marveling at the creature. It was one of the finer specimens she's seen in her life, though, it was a real shame that this was more for Demon use. Of all the countless uses Inquisitors can have with an adult Nephilim. Endless possibilities.

Disregarding the Nephilim was Sash who seemed a little battered up. Making use of his cane, he hobbled over to the Absolute, assessing if the kid was unscathed...for the most part.
He sighed, approaching the Absolute, "Any earthly idea of how we're going to transport such a thing back to the office? I doubt we have the accommodations for it..." 

Mong sort of stumbled, from coming down from his 'berzerker high', almost as if he achieved a full climax from the battle. He just took a seat on a conveniently placed rock next to Fundoshi, who was flat on his back. He let out a sigh and looked down at his friend.

"Boy, it's been a damn while since we did anything like that together, eh bud?" He said with a chuckle. "Reminds me of that hoard of Akkorokamui Yokai we had to tie up and throw back in a couple hundos back." He gazed up at the shapeless sky. "Gooooood times."

In the meantime, still caged, the birdman looked back up at his company, who had been silently observing the battle with him. "Now that your kind has felled an ancient menace, what do you plan on doing with it? And what do you plan on doing with the information I have given you?"

"What in the world is he saying? A little translation would be of help, you know," Swing Coat demanded, "And what exactly are you showing him? Nothing to warrant a coup, I hope," she jested. 

It was something that peeved Hairpin, his brow furring as he glanced at her. With a huff, he went back on his phone, typing up his response but not before telling the old hag to piss off, "You really don't mind your business, huh? I can see why your nephews don't exactly like having you around."

With gritted teeth, Swing Coat was ready to maim the guy but restrained herself, "Were it not for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you," she snorted before crossing her arms and looking away.

Rolling his eyes at the empty threat, Hairpin simply finished up his response and showed the bird man, "Your guess is as good as mine, but for now I'm sure you're next to get gawked at once everyone's done examining that...thing."

Dress Socks and G-Strings breath heavily as they see the Nephilim capture and seeing it struggle from the seal. For once, they're glad that the fight was over cause if this fight continues on, their bodies would be roasted by the Nephilim's Thunder and it hurts like hell.

"Finally..." Dress Socks said, breath heavily and looking at G-Strings, "It's over."

G-Strings smile weakly at Dress Socks. "Yeah." She said, breath heavily also.

Hearing the Absolute words, they saluted to him. Even in pain, they're happy to do their job.