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 Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 8:58 am
"Maybe you have seen more breasts than me, I cannot comparatively say. There were quite the number of my mother's friends around the house from time to time however, and they took a rather dismissive attitude to the necessity of attire." He was rather desensitised to boobs, they were simply another tool of the trade like fangs or claws.
"I am not a fan of even the concept of dating. I was always taught one should not play with one's food. I have not dated one but I certainly slept with one. Not a normal human however, but a hunter. I feel if I had run into a human they would not have walked away afterwards, the hunter however I let live." He wasn't about to risk his neck by attacking a hunter. "They believe the illusion is the main thing."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 9:58 am
" So you had all these succubi ladies just hanging out walking all over the play when you were growing up? That sounds way better than my house. All we got is fugs in suits. Real sausage party. Only real women are the ones my dad brings home. No getting anywhere with that." Though most loved having him sit on their laps and often petted his skull.
Taking his drink, TG jumped off the chair and walked away towards a bookcase filled with neatly organized, laminated magazines. " I keep hearing about these hunters. Thought its some freshman prank. What are they? I'm not being toyed with, am I?" TG hated being on the receiving end of a prank.
Letting his claws move over the magazines, he pulled one out and walked over to Zar's chair. "Move it." He ordered before crawling up and forcing his way to sit beside the demon. He then opened a issue of Hornz to a succubi edition. "So you had ladies like this back home?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:11 am
"Yes, I suppose you could say so." Zar hazarded "It wasn't as exciting as you might imagine. Once you adjust to it, it is rather unremarkable. It becomes the norm. We only had a few besuited demons around and most were some plaything or other of my mother's. I was never really very interested, probably simply because it seemed like the normal state of affairs."
He eyed the magazines curiously as TG gathered one up. "No, it's not a prank. They are humans bound up with one of us. Students turned into weapons they use, often willingly. I can say without a doubt it isn't a joke, I have seen it happen with my own eyes." And had considered it, solitude so unbearable he was almost willing to be bound to a human forever.
As TG settled beside him, he casually leaned over and seized his own tail in a claw, determined to keep it out of mischief. "Yes. I wouldn't be surprised if my mother was in there even. She goes by Aura as her ..commercial title."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:50 am
"I don't think I'd ever get used to it. All these ghouls here must look like pegaso-faces with what you get to see day in and day out. I would be in heaven there. All the ghoulies where I live are taking a tan on the lava shores." He affectionately touched the page of a reptilian ghoul with small horns accenting her thin brows and going down her back, which she proudly lifted up.
"Yeah, ya told me. She's in a couple issues I have. Got one focusing on her. Bet you loved being a scarling clingin to that." He said, elbowing Zar in the side before flipping a page. "You should let me meet her."
He couldn't imagine being surronded by ghouls of every age. He didn't have siblings, and the nannies he had had been rather manish at best or too monstrous to be considered anything. It would have been nice to have sisters or even a few of his father's trophies wives just to linger a bit longer.
"Don't get a lot of ghoulies here. All their empty-heads are looking for tall, blue, and stumpy horns." He made a face as he flicked the page with a bit more force than before. Blue was a ugly color, and no one seemed to get the advantages of being closer to the ground. "Probably easier for you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 12:05 pm
"The variety here is greater. There tends to be a decided theme in my mother's friends, very human looking with only elements of influence. My family line is fairly insular too, we can take whatever partners we wish but generally it is expected if we raise a pumpkin it must be from within our line." He peered a little closer to the ghoul on the page, fairly impressed, though with a certain air of critique as he looked her over.
"You really wouldn't want to meet her. She'd end up costing you so many seeds in gifts and upkeep." He was still rather envious of the deluge of wealth his mother lived in the midst of courtesy of his father, while he received nothing at all short of the pittance he was paid for filing hundreds and hundreds of papers.
"You mean Mr Danger? I think it's his personality rather than his aesthetics which makes the impressionable ghouls swoon. And I wouldn't say it was easy for me either. I am hardly of desirable appearance, I appeal only to very singular tastes."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 12:13 pm
"I don't get what that is. Mr. Danger. Pah! Like he's the Mister of anything. He's not even an adult, AND his horns are little stumps. AND he wears ghoul pants!" He crinkled the magazine just thinking about the stupid demon. "Maybe ghouls want to be with him because he looks like one. I bet that's it." He said, flicking another page aggressively. "I have a better personality than him. I got personality in spades." He grumbled. Stupid ghouls were too dumb here at times to know what quality was.
"My parents don't dabble with kids. They had me and that's it. Well, unless I jack up. Then maybe they will try again...or just hire someone to take my place. They'll probably have to look as their losses and decide which one would be the better course of action." He grumbled, frowning as he stared at the pages but not at what was on em.
His tail twitched as he caught himself and looked up at Zar. "I mean they're great and all. Don't get me wrong." He would NEVER go so far as to speak that ill of them. It was all business!
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 1:57 pm
"Maybe he simply knows what they like. Nothing wrong with dancing along boundaries if it gets results. I wouldn't say he had a better personality than you do, there is no simple scale of merit that personality can rest upon, what I might say is that he has a more effective personality."
He nodded at his estimation of his parent's attitude to offspring. "Indeed, my parents are much the same, I was an investment of effort that I feel ultimately was a disappointment to them. I am not sure exactly what my father wanted or why he bred from the same line of Incubus and Succubus as my mother if he wanted simply some office drone." It had caused him so much confusion and heartache and he still didn't understand what the reasoning had been. "I have a half sibling from my mother's other investments, but I do not see him a great deal." Mercifully.
He shrugged. "My parents are great, but they made the mistake of assuming greatness would only breed greatness."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:23 pm
TG stared down at the magazine, becoming more depressed with the idea of failing his fathers. If he did not make a profit more than the expense of him being born and raised, then what would he do then? He'd been on the street with nothing, or maybe his fathers would send him someplace where he couldn't harm their reputation at a cost to their business.
He wasn't sure, and the uncertainty twisted in his stomach.
"How can your parents want you to be something if they don't tell you? Would you try hard then if they just told you?" He wondered what Zar would do if he was considered a failed investment. "What will happen to you?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:00 pm
Zar shrugged. "I would try hard regardless, but perhaps I would have more success if I had any idea what direction I was supposed to be going in. Parents. I simply do not understand their reasoning." he shook his head exasperatedly.
"If I fail them? I can't imagine much worse than already has. They hardly support me financially."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:11 pm
"For someone who is making your write down documentation with the finest of fine print, you'd think your parents would have a entire contract with figures and projections given to you since birth." Not that....anyone else he knew had such a treatment. >_>;
"Why not take out a loan? I take out them from my parents. The interest has no mercy, but at least I know how to spot the finer print." His parents had educated him well enough to avoid signing any papers that would in some way make him a servant to someone forever.
"That or just do a gig. Something to trick customers in giving their money to you. There are plenty of options." He turned over and, sliding on his stomach, landed on the ground and walked back to put the magazine away, filing it according to edition and magazine series.
"I've had a few in mind but I don't have the resources just yet. Enzo completely bailed on me, and Legs got chained to her upper half. What a waste, too."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:31 pm
"I was refused a contract of any sort very early on unfortunately. It is not simple to get my father to agree to anything, especially not anything on paper. And no loans either, they won't give me anything, I have tried in the past."
"As for doing a "gig", I am not the most creative. Nor enormously driven. My talents run one single direction, and it is not a direction that is even remotely helpful in school."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:06 am
TG walked back to shuffle back into his seat. "Well...what do you want to do? Your dad doesn't seem to care and he's not paying ya, is he? You could make more seeds doing somethin else." He thought about it.
"I can hire you."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 11:02 am
Once again he shrugged. "I don't know what I want to do ultimately. I only know what I don't wish to do, and that is fill in endless reams of lifeless paperwork for the rest of my days. I thought it was fine, but with a point of comparison now, it's not." He figeted guiltily with his tail. "And he is paying me, but it is like I said, the most meagre amount, not even enough to purchase food if I wished to eat. There would almost certainly be more wealth in other things but other things are not easy to come up with."
The other boil got a slightly wary look. "What would you hire me to do precisely?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:28 pm
"A few odd jobs. Bodyguard. Help me with operations. Maybe a few bit of paperwork that doesn't hold me liable for any injuries that maayyy or may not happen. Just little things." Maybe be used as a towering transport, with TG on his shoulders. Small things really.
"Hiring or, depending on the job, a partner in said scam. Depends on you how much responsibility you want to take." He arranged the pillows before leaning back again, setting his claws on his belly and letting his tail curl back and forth, the heart spade swaying at the end of the chair.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:41 pm
It didn't sound too bad, as tasks went, though the idea of himself as a bodyguard was almost absurd. Perhaps one day he would be capable of it, but for now paperwork was something he could offer, along with odd jobs.
He clasped his claws thoughtfully. "I should be willing to help you for the appropriate financial motivations. However, you should at least be aware that if anything you ask of me comes into conflict with one of the other demons in this dormitory - Barth - then I should have to decline to obey. Short of that, I have little else I need to do."
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