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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:20 am
She grinned at the mention of a noose, and once again had to resist the strong urge to laugh. Trying or not, he was a very humorous individual. Frankly that just made this little plan all the more appealing to the djinn.
Tapping paint nails upon her shins she did her best to appear sincere. It wasn't honestly all that hard for her, considering lying just wasn't something she ever made a habit. "Nothings in it for me," she countered, smiling. "Not really. One day I might call upon you for a tiny little favor, though." Thumb and forefinger moved to pinch the air for effect.
"I can't think of anything I would want though, so you may not have to do anything at all."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:50 pm
West stared at Yaya, his lids lowered in a sarcastic glare. He knew all about demon marks - well, maybe not as much as he should, come to think of it. He was kind of curious, actually. Curious about how the mark felt on the receiving end, whether or not he could fight it, what would happen if he killed her after she had done it... stuff like that. But that was what she meant, right? She was going to mark him? Man, would his mother be pissed.
For a split second his eyes narrowed even further, if that was possible, but then they opened fully once more and he blurted, "'Kay, fine," before he could stop himself. Damn curiosity. Damn impulses. But, strangely, West didn't regret it. Not yet.
"Yergonna mark me, right?" His voice was tinged with the slightest hint of what most people would term concern and some would call worry. If West ever met anyone from that second group, he would smash their faces in.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 9:49 am
She'd honestly not expected him to agree at all, and certainly not so easily. It mad her sit up a little straighter, hands folding in her lap as she regarded him with slightly wider eyes. "Excellent." The grin that followed was perhaps a touch on the smug side, but was hopefully only recognizable by those that knew her decently well.
Raising to her feet, she smoothed dark palms along her hips to brush away any wrinkles of her skirt. Stepping forward with Soen bounding up to circle her heels. "Yes I am." Even knowing what she was going to do, he'd still agreed. It made her wonder if he was just that unmoved, or ignorant to the implications. She honestly couldn't tell.
There was a tiny little part of her that insisted that she should ask him if he was sure, but she quickly snuffed it out. She'd never given a mark before, and she'd always wanted too. Besides, this was power, not just over your average servant race, but of another demon. She liked power.. Licking her lower lip, she folded her arms around her torso, looking up at him. "Anywhere in particular you'd like it to be placed?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 5:25 pm
He didn't like the way Hadiyya was looking at him. West felt a bit like a side of pathling at some gluttony demon's buffet. Still, there weren't many things worse than a waffler and even if he was having second thoughts, he wasn't going to back out now. To be perfectly honest, West doubted her creativity. He'd probably end up just cleaning her room or defending her honor or something. And there was still that whole curiosity thing.
"Mrr," he grumbled. "Somewhere no'un can seeit." He had his dignity. "M'back." And now it was his turn to sit. West suddenly felt the need to protect himself, just in case she got the bright idea to mark his a** like some dumbass Garbage Pail Kid doll. "The... upper part."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:00 pm
She gave the softest of amused chuckles at his preferense for location and the reason behind said careful placement. So he didn't want anyone to see it? There was something very satisfying about that, but she wasn't sure what exactly brought about that feeling. Perhaps having another demon effectively at her beck and call, leashed.
As he sat Soen ran over to jump up beside him sitting with his thick tail curled around his tiny feet. "The back it is." Stepping closer, she held her right hand out to him, ready to seal the deal.
"So we have an accord. I'll train your pets to properly obey and behave, and you'll pay me a favor at a later date when I find something suited to your skills." Did he realize that an open ended deal could last indefinitely, or that she could make him do -literally- anything? Obviously not. "Deal?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:26 pm
"Y...yes." Dammit! What in the hell was that? West sat up straighter and vowed that his voice would never do that again. "Yeah. We gotta deal." He started to hold out his hand so they could shake on it, but then thought better of it. Shaking might leave her mark on his hand somewhere and that wouldn't do. Plus, he was not going to shake on this. Instead he turned his back to her, unbuttoned his shirt a bit and tugged it off of one shoulder. His word would have to be enough.
West crossed his arms and glared at Soen. "Do't already."
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:47 am
That wonderfully of character squeak, crack, whatever it had been to his voice was almost too much. She took her hand back, pressing fingertips firmly over her lips as he agreed to their deal then turned about and began to stripe off his shirt. Partially strip off his shirt.. What a shame, from the look of that one exposed shoulder she could guess that the rest looked quite nice just as bare. Of course now she was getting distracted.
"Patience my friend. All good things, you know." Stepping forward, she rested one hand on the opposite shoulder and leaned over him. The tip of one finger touching bare skin, resting there for only a second as she focused, then traced a swirling sort of design along the back of his shoulder. A sizzling sort of noise followed as the mark bloomed along the other demons pale skin. An intricate flourish of blue henna markings in the shape of a drop.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:09 pm
West didn't know what he had expected. Maybe Hellma or some other raving faculty member running in here screaming expulsion, maybe even his parents hysterically sobbing, asking him why he had just seen fit to sell his soul to some ghoul he had literally just met. But none of the things he had imagined actually happened. Instead, he felt a sort of miniature burst of lightning and then...
"Issit over?" Seriously? Was that what he had been so concerned about? Whatever, man. Cross another great mystery off the bucket list. It didn't even itch or anything. He hastily pulled his shirt back up over his shoulder and all but leapt to his feet, turning to face her again while clearing his throat into his hand. "So. Whenya gonna train'em? Y'can take 'em now if y'want?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 9:08 am
The mark, though blue now, would darken into a brown bordering on black in time. Ar at least she assumed it would. The marks she'd seen so far(which weren't many, mind you) had all been black, though they did flare in colors when activated. Her tutor, back home, had a mark. Come to think of it, that was probably how the monster had come to work for her parents. Hmm.
She gave his shoulder a pat at his question, chuckling softly. "Yes, that's it." Had he been expecting something on a grander scale? Fire, smoke, or pin perhaps? Well, she could appreciate that. Demon marks were important things, after all, and generally things of such importance were accompanied with larger, more apparent effects. It was a little disappointing, all things considered. Though seeing the avarice demon practically jump back to his feet to hastily cover himself once again made up for it.
As he turned to face her, coughing into his hand, she smiled up at him. A lovely little up tilt of dark lips that was only marginally amused. "I suppose I could start immediately." Lips pursed, she tilted her head in thought, rolling her eyes down to regard the remaining armassum still sitting beside them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 5:43 pm
West had never seen a mark either given or already in place, at least he didn't think he had. He couldn't really see this one either. Later in his room he would poke and prod and scratch at it with his mirror's assistance, but for now it remained covered up, a slight warmth the only indication that it was there at all.
He smirked in response to her small smile, then bent over, sliding Stench away from his legs and closer to the marid's. At least he was getting something in return for... whatever it was Hadiyya was going to demand of him. "When y'think yer gonna know whatya want?" Despite her words of wisdom, patience was not one of the wrath demon's scant virtues.
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