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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2020 8:17 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair's eyes flicked to Thorival, flinching back just a little when he offered his hand. He was honestly still shaken by all the commotion, so he simply just stared at the paladin's hand while he thought about his offer.
Altair flat out didn't want to. At all. The mere thought of just TOUCHING someone else made his skin crawl. Thorival didn't seem to have ill intent for him though, but he still was having trouble learning to trust anyone's word down here, especially considering this guy had been the same as him once in way.
"I'm going to be honest. I don't like physical contact of any sort. Thanks, but no thanks. I can do it myself just fine." His voice was almost soft in a way, and tired. Internally he knew he wasn't going to reach the door by himself, not with how his vision was blurring and the stabbing pain in his side, not to mention his head spinning. Although he wasn't going to accept help when it was his fault in the first place for accepting a spar against an archdemon for ******** sake. He felt weak enough as it was, this would just be another blow to his own pride to be babied by angels.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 1:32 pm
KisaThe Beacon of Light
Kisa had been informed that a spar had taken place, and there was obvious injuries as a result. She had located Josef, and healed him, but now she had to find out where Altair was. After a little bit of searching, she found him trying to make his way back to his room, pretty un-successfully. The pastel angel scurried up to him.
"W-Wait-!" Kisa squeaked out, catching up to him, and looking him over, "Y-You're really hurt... please let me help you, Wraith." She said softly, tucking some hair behind her elf ear. "I-I'm going to have to place my hand on you to heal, though.... just for my magic to absorb... e-even touching your hand would be just fine... if... if that's okay..." She said softly and nervously, starting to see that touching Wraith without permission was a HUGE no-no.
During the angel's absence, a loud booming knock resounded in the foyer from the locked front doors.... and the only angel nearby was, in fact, the little neko angel Prism. After only a few seconds, another loud knock cracked against the thick door, the person on the other side impatiently and firmly wanting someone to answer.
What would poor little Prism do?
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 4:26 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair clenched his teeth, the pain starting to get to him a little. He flat out hated the idea of letting Kisa heal him, let alone touch him, but he also felt like s**t both physically and mentally. He wasn't a child, he wasn't in need of some kind angel to heal him, he didn't need anyone.
His breathing was ragged as he sank down into the floor, sitting with his back to the wall. He angrily just ripped off the mask on his face, since it was messing with his ability to breath. He tossed it at the opposite wall, too ashamed to even look at it. At this point, he could care less. He wasn't any different without the stupid thing, and it wasn't like he could ever leave this place either. Yeah, he wasn't some big badass behind it, but the physical pain was just unbearable for him right now. It was threatening his stability, and his clear thinking. The damn thing was broken anyways, it was useless. He couldn't get another one, and the plastic shards that stuck out of it were poking his face. It was just a hindrance.
His face was definitely younger than nineteen as he had claimed earlier, and there were scars littered all over his face and neck. Two were across his right eye, and another went from the middle of his left cheek all the way down to past his neck. There were many other small ones, but those three were the most prominent. His eyes were a vivid yellow, narrow and scowling at the moment.
"Fine. I swear to ******** god if you do anything other than heal me, I'll-" Altair couldn't even come up with a threat, because he couldn't do anything against anyone in his current condition. His yellow eyes just narrowed at her, until he let out a long sigh. "Just... make it quick. Please."
Altair felt so weak for even allowing this. It was such a blow to his pride, and he hadn't felt this low since he was younger. He hated being at the mercy of others. Especially if it was someone he knew he could toss aside if he wasn't as banged up as he was right now. Prism Prism was cleaning up a few things, letting Kisa and the other angels handle the spar that happened between Wraith and Josef. Just as she was carrying some dishes to the kitchen, the loud knock startled her, and she dropped the ceramic plates right onto the floor with a crash.
"Aa! Oh no..." She bent down, wincing a little as she looked at the broken shards the plates she had been carrying. Her attention then turned to the door as yet another knock boomed through the foyer. The neko's ears flattened as she stared at the locked doors. Whoever was behind it sounded REALLY impatient...
Eeeee what do I do?! Kisa isn't here, Thorival and Odstarva are probably busy.... UMMMMMM!
Prism decided SOMEONE needed to answer the door, and she was the only person around. If there was trouble, she could just call for help, right...? She hesitantly walked to the door, sliding the lock open so she could greet whoever was banging on the doors to come in. She opened the door, peeking through the crack with the best smile she could muster.
"U-Um hello, welcome to the Heavenly Hotel, c-can I help you..?" She squeaked, ears flat against her head as she spoke. Wynter Wynter made her way downstairs, lazily flopping down on a couch. She had spent the past hour walking aimlessly around the gardens, and that got old REALLY quick. She didn't want to go to her room either, she knew she'd pop open that bottle of beer the second she walked into that door. So the demon decided to take a cat nap on a couch down here. She'd be in a public area, no danger of being cornered by Josef or what not, and plus people would probably leave her alone if she was sleeping.
As soon as she got comfy, she heard those two knocks at the door. A frown curved over her lips. Really? Another one? Two in one day, first that kid with the mask, and now whoever this was?
"Isn't this our lucky ******** day?" She grumbled, turning into her other side to try and sleep through yet another possible disaster.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 9:29 pm
KisaThe Beacon of Light
It made Kisa a little nervous that Altair was trying to threaten her, but at the exact same time she was also hopeful that he was at least giving in a little. It was reasonable.
It was then she caught a glimpse of his face. First she noticed how ******** up it was--the poor guy was riddled with scars all over his face. It took her a split second to realize the second fact: there was NO way he was nineteen. Or maybe he was like Nifty, who looked super young? A lolita boy? Or maybe he he was actually much younger than nineteen after all. He was more than likely lying about his age.
"I-I promise, thank you." She said softly, trying to smile a little. He was trying to sound tough, but she could hear the breaking in his voice. He wasn't as harsh as he seemed, before. Kisa tried not to look at his face, her eyes flicked away down to his hand and she gently touched it with her small, soft fingers. A small golden light glowed softly in her hand, taking a few moments to fully heal all of his wounds (except the scars, of course). Kisa let go of his hand, still smiling softly, wanting to comfort him. He seemed.... shattered. It made her feel a speck of sorrow in her over-caring heart. Who would do something like that, to a kid? Hell was an absolutely terrifying place... but maybe he didn't get those scars from a demon. Messed up things happened on Earth, too.
"There you are, all better." Kisa said, and then walked over and bent down, picking up his mask and any broken shards on the ground. She gathered them up in her hands and carried them with care. "I've been practicing mending objects, too... I might be able to fix it... "
She knelt down and set the pieces on the floor, arranging them like a puzzle so that they touched each other in their proper places. Another small light emitted from her porcelain hands, this time white, and she touched the shards. After a moment, the pieces seemed to seal back together, connecting seamlessly, so that one couldn't even tell it had broken in the first place.
Kisa stood back up and extended the mask out to Altair, smiling softly with her head tilted a tiny bit to the side, her bangs swept across her face.
"H-Here, Wraith... I hope this helps."
BANG.
Nothing.
BANG.
A second loud, hard knock, that nearly shook the door.
Jun crossed his arms, instantly un-amused. What the hell was taking so damn long? He was already growing impatient, as he did not want to be here in the first place. Finally someone answered the door. A petite little... neko... angel... He could snap her like a ******** twig. Did they really make this little girl answer the door all by herself? Pathetic.
Could she help him? "I don't know, can you?" Jun asked, his deep voice filled with sarcasm. She was like a tiny little mouse looking up at a very hungry lion looming over here. He crossed his arms over his chest, sticking his foot forward so his steel toed boot would stop her from trying to slam the door shut on him if she got scared.
"I don't have time for this s**t, runt. I'm not here to play with a little kitten. I'm here to speak with Odstarva Mourneblade. Take me to him. Now."
Was all Jun said, his bright golden eyes locked dead on the meek little neko's most likely terrified eyes. He meant business, and he wanted to get to it right this very second.
"Hurry up."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 10:04 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair immediately stiffened as Kisa touched his hand, curling his toes in and his face was scrunched up with the uttermost discomfort someone could possibly have. His other hand was nervously drumming on his thigh, a little tick he had when he felt either annoyed or uncomfortable. Still, he managed to control his little mental freak out, sighing shakily when she was finished. He seemed to snatch his hand back the moment she let go, rubbing it like it had been smacked with a ruler.
But the previous pain was gone. The wound on his side felt as if it had never been there, and his splitting migraine vanished. Part of him didn't really know what to say or do, he wasn't used to kind acts like these. So, he just sat in silent awe for a moment, trying to process. Part of him just seemed to wonder why. Why was she so nice? Why had she offered to heal him, even if it was his own fault for biting off more than he could chew? Odstarva left him there, and he understood that. Thorival had offered as well, but he turned him down. So what made them want to help, when he had literally done nothing good in return?
Altair watched her fix his mask too, now even more puzzled. Again, it was something she wasn't being forced to do. He hesitantly took it, running his thumb over the smooth surface. It was just like before, if not better now. His face was just twisted with confusion, and he just had to know;
"Why?" Was all that escaped his lips, his gaze wandering up to meet her own.
I don't get it. I'm a demon, don't you see me as a lesser being? Something that needs to be eradicated? Something that would be better off not existing in the first place? What made you ever want to fix something that was broken, instead of throwing it away?
The scared little angel flinched at his sarcasm. She wanted to run and hide in a corner...! This demon was super scary, why was she such an idiot?! Answering the door by herself, stupid!
Prism wasn't going to lie, she totally thought about closing the door and running away to find everyone else, but... she couldn't close it. His foot was in the way. She was trembling as she forced another smile at him.
What should I do?! Invite him in?! uh...! uh...! What would Kisa or Odstarva or Thorival do?! Waaaaaaa!
"S-S-Sure t-thing! I-I'll go get h-him, but, um, I-I'll have to ask you wait just a few more moments outside... I-If that's okay with you of course, I wouldn't want to make you wait too much longer if it's super important..." Prism was just rambling on at this point, averting her eyes to look anywhere BUT at Jun. Alright. So who the ******** was this douchebag?
Wynter had been listened from the couch in the entrance, pretty surprised that Prism opened the door by herself. That poor thing was trying so hard to be brave. It was kinda sad, and it was killing her that Prism was letting herself get pushed around SO EASILY. She grumbled something under her breath before getting up and peeking over at the door.
"Prism, just go get Odstarva already. This guy can wait just like everyone else. You're killing me with how much of a doormat you are." She leaned against the wall, her silver eyes staring at both the neko and the demon outside the door.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 11:02 pm
KisaThe Beacon of Light
Kisa looked into Altair's golden eyes with her turquoise ones. Why-? She tilted her head a little more, some of her purple and aqua hair drifting to the side, running down her shoulder like a waterfall. That was a silly question... but it occurred to her that some people were used to.... well, it was Hell, it was pretty safe to say people were not nice down here.
Her light teal orbs seemed to shimmer softly, "Because everyone deserves a little kindness. I can't just do nothing while someone suffers... besides... I don't think being a demon makes you inherently evil. You haven't given me a reason to think that you're evil. And even if you were evil, there's hope to change. You're here, aren't you? Why wouldn't I help ease your pain, if I have the power to? Being a true angel means doing good and helping others--Not just helping people you are friends with... that's selfish. I wanted to help start this hotel because I really do believe there is good in each and every demon...."
Kisa laughed a little nervously, realizing there was probably a few exceptions somewhere here in Hell. After all, Josef was quite... terrifying...
"Eh heh... w-well... maybe it's a bit harder to see the good in some demons... but I see good in you, Wraith."
I can see the pain in his eyes... a lot of suffering...
I can see it in Wynter's and Zuni's eyes, too...
I don't want to defend demon's bad behavior... but good and evil isn't black and white... they seem... like... the grey area. I think suffering has hardened them. Maybe, if I work hard enough with everyone here, we can help soften them...
Kisa smiled softly, tucking some hair behind her ear to get it out of her face.
"I should get back to work, I left Prism alone working in the kitchen... Please don't hesitate to ask for help, if you need it!" The pastel angel said, making sure he was alright before she started walking back towards the dining hall.
"I don't like waiting. Hurry the ******** up."
Jun barked at Prism, glaring down at her with the heat of a thousand suns.
Women are so.... useless... especially timid ones like her... only good as breeding sows. He thought, arms still crossed and his foot against the door.
The dragolem's eyes flicked to Wynter, able to barely see her from the opening in the door. He could wait like everyone else? Oh HELL NO.
"I assure you I am far more important than the lowly little demons you're dealing with here at this.... establishment. You know what? I'm not ******** waiting." He said, throwing his hand up on the door and shoving it open, pushing past Prism and going inside, and looking around the front foyer, observing the place.
"Quit cowering and go do your ******** job."
He glared at her, tapping his foot impatiently. Where the hell was Odstarva?
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 11:13 pm
Thorival Reseria
Walking up to the front door where Kisa end Prism are standing, he notices the new comer and with that, makes haste to stand at the ready.
"Hello, welcome to our Hotel. Please understand the rules as they are very important to a demon looking for rehabilitation."
Completely oblivious to what the Archdemon was doing before with barking at Prism and glaring at Wynter, Thorival is actually giddy this time, seeing Kisa's dream coming to fruition.
"I can give you a pamphlet about how our program can help save your afterlife and not have you be a target in one of the reapers sweeping purges. I am sure you don't want to be purged from existence..."
After saying that entire sales pitch, he looks at Kisa, then to Prism and notices their expression.
"Umm is everything alright?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 11:43 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair listened silently, taking in each and every word with a simply awe-struck look on his face. He wasn't the sentimental type, but it was hard for him to not let the angel's words touch his heart, even if it was just a little. He had never heard such good natured and kind words spoken directly to him before.
For once, he felt like he could come to terms with himself, like maybe he wasn't as broken as he thought.
"...but I see good in you, Wraith."
Kisa's words echoed in the back of his mind. Good? Him? If he really thought about it, he never truly desired to be someone bad. It wasn't like he particularly enjoyed killing people, because in the end, they all had the same look of fear in their eyes as he did. He just did it because... Hurting people before they could hurt him was all he thought he could do.
As soon as she started walking away, he opened his mouth and reached in her direction, almost wanting to call her back, but he didn't. He slowly put his hand down, and closed his mouth as he watched her leave.
After a few moments of silence, he finally noticed the tear that slipped down his cheek. He almost wanted to scold himself with his self-hatred for being so pathetic, but for once his mind stayed silent. He wiped it away, giving himself a "free pass" before slipping his mask back on. He stood, carrying his axe, and decided to go ahead and find his room to retire to.
For a moment there, he hadn't been "Wraith", he had been Altair. The boy hiding behind the mask, and for once, he was kinda okay with it.
Just this once. Prism flinched back a few steps after Jun forced his way inside, cowering back even more when he started snapping at her again. She looked to Wynter with a frown, shaking her head a few times to discourage wynter from even opening her mouth to get involved, because Wynter always made something 10x worse when she spoke.
"Wynter, um, I can handle this, thank you though." She squeaked, and as soon as she was going to run off and find Odstarva, Kisa and Thorival showed up.
THANK THE HEAVENS THEY GOT HERE!!
"U-Uhh... He wants to see Odstarva pretty badly... I-I believe it's urgent..." She said quietly, pretty much scrambling over by the other angels to get away from Jun. He was soooo scary! Almost on par with Josef, except Josef was creepily scary. THIS GUY WAS JUST PLAIN TERRIFYING. "Who put a stick up your a**?" Wynter grumbled, narrowing her eyes at Jun. She REALLY wanted to say a million other things, but she settled on just one for now. Besides, the other angels had shown up already.
Jesus, another cocky b*****d who thinks he can just ******** around with whoever he wants. Yeah, we're already pretty well stocked up on those, now go home a*****e. She thought, returning his glare. She threw up her hands in slight defeat, deciding that she'd let the angels have fun with this one. She went right back over to her couch, flopping back down on it. This was all because she knew she'd probably just lose it with him like she always did with anyone remotely like him. It was such a trigger for her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2020 12:01 am
Thorival Reseria
Thorival stands there, kind of shocked hearing Wynter respond like that, then his attention is back to the new arrival. After studying him for a while, he can feel the confidence and aura that this.... demon gives off. It's on par with Josef's... perhaps even more...
"What.... is your name? Why are you here?"
Josef
At that moment, Josef the Archdemon walks down into the Foyer with a yawn and makes his way to the couches in the common area and plops down without taking any notice of what's going on.
He just doesn't care, his attention is just on what happened in his room. With a sigh he shakes his head and then leans forward to put his head in his hands.
"Freaking.... Nifty.... So.... Annoying..."
With a sigh, he stands back up and turns to look at the door. With a couple blinks and a double take he kind of wisens up to the situation.
"Well I'll be damned in Hell. This is something interesting."
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2020 12:25 am
Jun
Jun sneered directly at Wynter, locking eyes dead on her.
"I see. So my reputation doesn't proceed me."
He looked towards Thorival. Oh lovely, this guy screamed paladin all over. He lived and breathed holiness. Just lovely. He was going to be an annoyance to deal with, just like Odstarva himself.
"I will have to fix that." The dragolem still had his arms crossed, but then unfolded them, extending a hand out to his left as it turned into a stony like texture. "I am Jun Ryojin, Archdemon and KING of the 3rd Hell." A large burst of flame ignited in his palm, engulfing it in fire and making it burn so bright that a wash of warmth filled the area large enough to be felt by every person in the room. His dark and stony horns and wings appeared for a moment, before disappearing as quick as they had shown.
He continued to smirk sharply, dying the flame down and put it on his hip instead.
"It seems there's another Archdemon in your presence. Hello, Josef Verruckt. Why are you wasting your time here in this pathetic place?"
Kisa was super scared seeing another Archdemon. She didn't even have time to process how in the heck he had gotten in here, but Prism looked mortified, so she could take a guess. She quickly scurried over to the neko, standing right next to her.
"U-Umn it's n-nice to meet you, s-sir... We would l-love to have another Archdemon join the p-program...!" She squeaked out, trying not to look anxious. "I'll go and get Odstarva r-right a---"
Jun let out a very short chuckle, looking right at Kisa now.
"Tch. I am not here to join your hopeless little program. I am a great and powerful Archdemon, with my own realm to rule. Why would I want to be a redeemed? What a joke. Don't make me laugh."
Kisa was trying not to shake softly, but she couldn't help it. She was scared of this! An Archdemon that was REALLY here to cause destruction and hurt people. This couldn't be good! Wait, she shouldn't make accusations, he hadn't hurt anyone... yet...
"O-Oh I-I'm sorry-! U-Umn... why... are you here... then... M-Mister Ryojin...?"
"I am here to oversee what's going on here in this mansion. Your program. You didn't think the demons would want to monitor what you're doing here? They let you have the land. I am here to govern it. Supervise. Which is why I need to speak to Odstarva Mourneblade. He's in charge here. I don't deal with.... maids. So, where is your boss? Bring him here. Now."
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2020 12:10 pm
Prism Prism felt utterly hopeless and useless. She just let ANOTHER DEMONLORD walk into the hotel, and he wasn't even here to be redeemed! This was already such a bad situation and just hearing Jun "introduce" himself made it all the worse.
I should be banned from opening the front door... The neko thought, her ears flat against her head and her tail in between her legs. She was doing such a bad job!
"U-Um, well, Mister Odstarva is helping us e-enforce rules, but he isn't really, um, our boss per say...." Prism said quietly. Of course if Odstarva told them to d something, they would do it, but it wasn't like they were hired by him, or that they worked for him. So this Jun guy was probably getting the wrong impression, he called both Kisa and herself maids.
Still, she looked to Kisa with a helpless expression. This REALLY wasn't good to have not just one, but TWO demon lords in the hotel.
"Um, but I an go get him..." She thought that Kisa would be okay if Thorival were here with her, because it would be stupid to have Thorival go and leave the both of them here alone with a demon lord. "If you think that's best, Miss Kisa." Wynter flinched a little after hearing Jun announce his title and show off a bit. So... There wasn't just one demon lord in this place now, BUT TWO?! That would DEFINITELY explain a few things about his stuck up attitude. What made this all worse was that he wasn't actually wanting to be redeemed, he was just her to watch, which kinda meant he didn't have to play nice... That was a big ******** issue right there.
For the love of Christ can this day get any better? First off the boring as ******** classes, then that little fight between that punky demon kid and Josef, and now in the span of one day we already have a new arrival. Not to mention Josef's back down here. Loooove it here.
Wynter finally sat up on the couch she had claimed, and decided to at least listen, because she had a feeling things were going to go down again by how annoyed Jun sounded. She glanced at Josef before frowning back at Jun. Either these two were going to be best of pals, which she clearly didn't see happening, or they were going to ******** s**t up big time.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 12:07 am
Josef
"Oh? I am here simply because I am following my slave grill. I love me my grill. She a good slave."
Josef makes his way to the door and stands at the ready, standing UP TO Jun.
"I am curious as to why you are here. Normally you would be slaying or conquering other Hell's. Why don't you go back there and do that? I mean, as much as I ENJOY bloodshed, you enjoy it soooo much for the sake of it right?"
The archdemon cracks a wry smile.
"Because Zuni is going to be my wife, not YOUR property. I am going to make sure of that."
Josef blinks at the other Arch Demon.
"We have history, so tell me, what are your goals so I can make sure that it doesn't involve the detriment of me again?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 12:17 pm
Jun
Jun locked eyes on Josef's, not backing down in the slightest.
"Don't worry, Verruckt. I'm not here to take your land, or chasing your piece of a**. She's a really good ******** and all, but I'm here to supervise the Heavenly Hotel from Hell's perspective. We can't just have Angels running around calling the shots. This is still our world, not their's. They get to play by our rules."
"Yes. Go. Get him." Jun said to Prism, glaring down at her to spook her into hurrying up.
"That won't be necessary."
Odstarva finally made his way into the room, and began drawing out his sword already. The normally cool, calm, and collected Archangel locked eyes with Jun, and suddenly began to twist his face into a look of pure and utter hatred. He walked straight up to where Josef and Jun were standing, and held his sword up towards Jun's chest.
"Jun Ryujin. What is your business here? It better be good. I should kill you where you stand."
Jun just smirked, looking at the Archangel with a smug look on his face. If he was scared of the holy weapon pointed at him, he certainly didn't show it. The dragon repeated himself, explaining why he was here.
"I'm here to supervise, by order of the Council. You know, the council of Archdemons and other powerful figure heads down here? The ones that communicated and collaborated with your Council of Archangels to give you permission to have your little... play house, down here? Yeah. That. Your agreement was to allow an Archdemon in here to supervise. Lucky for you, they sent me."
Odstarva grinded his teeth a little, scowling at him with the burning hatred of a thousand suns. He wasn't lying. Out of ALL the Archdemons WHY did they have to send the ONE that he had personal issues with?! This was a cosmic joke. This man standing here was his only true enemy. How could they POSSIBLY work together down here? He wanted to gut Jun like a fish.
He regained his composure and re-sheathed his weapon.
"Fine. Just stay out of my way. If you give us Angels any problems, be prepared to slain where you stand."
He looked towards Kisa, Prism, and Thorival and walked to them, speaking quieter to the fellow angels. "He will not be joining the program, however we're required to give him one of the master suites and allow him to stay here when he wants to, for as long as he wants to. If he plays by the agreement, he shouldn't give us any real issues. He likes to mouth off, so he will probably fight with the other demons, we're going to have to diffuse the situations. He's... unstable. And like an animal. Don't trust him." He looked right at Prism. "And as an extra precautionary measure, please make sure you, Prism, and Kisa, are never left by yourselves from this point on, unless you're locked up in your rooms, of course. I cannot trust that he won't make a move on either one of you, if you're vulnerable. Please stick together, or be with Thorival, or myself.... Until I make sure supervising is his only real goal here, we should be extra cautious. Are we all in agreement?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 1:39 pm
Prism Prism was just about to go running off to find Odstarva, her legs shaking as she turned to go down the hall. She was utterly terrified at the moment, and she felt a small wave of relief that Odstarva had already shown up. Although that washed away when she saw the look of the archangel's face, she had never ever seen his normally composed features look so.. utterly enraged before. It was kinda... scary.
That caused a question to gnaw at the back of her mind, what history did these two have? It was obvious this wasn't Odstarva normal hatred of demon kind, this was personal. Very personal by the looks of it.
The neko remained huddled over by Kisa, keeping her distance from Jun. In all honesty he was probably the most terrifying demon she had met so far, not to mention he was just plain rude and barked orders like he ran the place. She hated being yelled at, especially since she knew she was too scared to stand up for herself.
Prism listened quietly to Odstarva speak, and she found she completely agreed with him. There wa no way she felt safe going anywhere alone anymore, even if it felt a little pathetic to not be able to walk freely in their own hotel...
"Mhm, I agree..." She said softly, stealing a terrified glance back at Jun. She had a feeling everything was just going to get worse around here with him around, because she was sure someone was going to get sick of his crap and try to start something, either that or he would start something himself. She wasn't looking forward to the fights that were to come from him and the other demons.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 7:41 pm
Thorival Reseria
Thorival's head spins with the amount of power and amount of hostility permeating throughout the room at this current moment, dizziness almost over taking him. While struggling to keep his outward appearance stoic, the Paladin nods and looks to Odstarva for guidance.
"It looks like that the two Archdemons are.... not amused by each others presence.... "
With a sheepish glance at Josef, then to Jun he puts his attention back to Odstarva.
"What happens should those two fight? I imagine it would be very difficult to break it up lest we want to have their attention turned to the person attempting to break it up. Would it be wise to cast a shield spell in the immediate area to reduce collateral damage as much as possible in the event of-"
Before he could finish, another storm enters the room
Demitrious Von Varibon Reseria
The fallen prince walks down the stairs, irritated that NOT A SINGLE PERSON has checked up on him. He is the premier prince damn it! Why is their attention all divided against mere beasts? HOW SCANDELOUS! How outrageous! The prince will NOT stand for this!
Stomping his way to the Foyer in flowing bath robes that follow him, the bottoms all the way on the floor and dragging against the carpet, he makes his way over to Kisa and puts his hands on his hips.
"Excuse ME Ms. Manager. I DEMAND to know where the HELL are my heated towels? I asked for some fresh towels for my morning bath and I was found wanting due to the LACK of heated towels for my forehead."
With a huff he glares away to Jun.
"I demand to speak to the person above you in this whole operation. I am infuriated that progress isn't being made as fast as I was promised. Oh lovely. ANOTHER ruffian to disgrace my presence. What are you? A demon of mud and pigs? You look so disgusting I bet the beings that birthed you can't even look at you. Go back to the whole you decided to crawl out of."
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