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It's scary how quickly the transformation takes place as soon as Jacob relaxes his control. A slight tension leaves his body, and suddenly runes bathed in a glowing red light appear, linked in a circle around the boy. With a flash of bright light, a house-sized demon appears in his place, smirking. Without Jacob actively resisting Roxie, it seems, she can take on a form more... suited to her tastes. A soft, feminine lower half of her face, albeit with a somewhat greenish tint, is somewhat incongruous with the top half, where massive, jet black horns curve upward from where her eyes should be, in some places glowing with a strange eldritch energy.

Six segmented arms, covered in either armor or a chitinous, black exoskeleton, begin stretching and cracking their claws as skeletal wings wreathed in that same eldritch glow unfurl from her back, and clawed feet begin sprinting forward, while a wild grin spreads across Roxie's face.

Should we just let this play out off-screen, so to speak?

The lamir signs the contract with a flair, not bothering to read the precise terms of it. Underneath the abyssal rune, she pauses, thinking, before writing "Roxie" in quotation marks beneath it. "Now, let's bust some heads, shall we?"

The lamir snorts. "Yes, ma'am. Oh, by the way, no joke, kid did the calculations wrong. I have around three hours before I blow up. And I'm definitely going to sign up for the lady who's scary enough to keep everybody else from doing... well, doing their thing, essentially, here."

The look on the lamir's face is absolutely priceless. It starts at disgust, then it turns to worry as she checks her connection to the Abyss, the shock, then genuine horror. "I was going to make so smarmy comment about you going soft, but... yeesh. I didn't even know that we had intestines. Or that we could feel pain for that matter." The lamir drops her cigarette, which immediately dissipates once it's loosened from her grip, and sighs. "Holy Heavens, this puts me in a... difficult situation. On the one hand, it'd be nice to see my home. On the other, I don't want to be broken down into my component parts and rebuilt into something completely loyal to whatever demon lord gets their hands on me. I'd like to stay-" Jacob's eyes bug out, "-but I get the feeling that's not going to be a viable option. Free will's a nice feeling, and I'd rather not blow up in... three hours or so because you lunkheads won't let me go on a proper rampage. Oh, and there's a bunch of weird spirit-y things up in the kid's head. One looks like some kind of paladin that they tell stories about to scare dretches, another looks like some kind of nerdy elf, oh, and this really snotty firebird prick with a huge bow. They're the only ones who really stay for very long. The others are kind of in-and-out."

...absolutely nothing happens. She looks confused, then tries again. "Well, that was f*&*ing anticlimactic," she says boredly, before summoning a cig from nowhere. She stares at it for a moment, confused, then shrugs, lights, and begins smoking it. Jacob looks absolutely horrified. "Look. Ephebe, that's your name, right? The information I was born with is full of warning signs not to screw around with you, and you're happily retired, but could you just do me a solid and send me back home? Or just complete break this little shit's mind? It's driving me absolutely crazy having to share a headspace with all of those goody two-shoes spirits. Having to spend the rest of my existence holed up with those knights and heroes and such is going to be utter Heaven."

Lamir continues to claw and thrash, trying to find an enemy where there is none.

Testing attacks...
Claw: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (4) + 32 = 36 Damage: 5d6 + 19 ⇒ (6, 2, 6, 1, 6) + 19 = 40
Claw: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (6) + 32 = 38 Damage: 5d6 + 19 ⇒ (6, 3, 6, 1, 3) + 19 = 38
Claw: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (16) + 32 = 48 Damage: 5d6 + 19 ⇒ (1, 5, 3, 5, 1) + 19 = 34
Claw: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (3) + 32 = 35 Damage: 5d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 5, 1, 1, 6) + 19 = 34

Slam: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (9) + 32 = 41 Damage: 5d8 + 19 ⇒ (3, 8, 5, 1, 1) + 19 = 37
Slam: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (4) + 32 = 36 Damage: 5d8 + 19 ⇒ (5, 6, 2, 2, 7) + 19 = 41
Slam: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (15) + 32 = 47 Damage: 5d8 + 19 ⇒ (7, 5, 5, 5, 4) + 19 = 45
Slam: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (12) + 32 = 44 Damage: 5d8 + 19 ⇒ (8, 6, 5, 1, 8) + 19 = 47

Rend: 6d6 + 28 ⇒ (2, 1, 4, 4, 4, 6) + 28 = 49
Rend: 6d6 + 28 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 1, 6, 6) + 28 = 49

Bite: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (10) + 32 = 42 Damage: 5d6 + 28 ⇒ (2, 5, 2, 6, 6) + 28 = 49

Gore: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (6) + 32 = 38 Damage: 5d6 + 19 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 3, 3) + 19 = 33

How much time has passed since Jacob entered the White Room?

...and revealing a massive demon the size of a house, raging and thrashing with its powerful fists, claws, horns, and mouth against the white of the room.

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