At least the mares were over. Being allowed to leave the hospital was great, even if it was to another disaster area. It felt like all they've done for the last six months is rebuild and clean up after disasters. Even the holiday at Mammon's had been so repairs could be made.
He can be found around Hellburbia, hauling ruined things away or doing his best to fix what can be fixed. He's still not good at any of this but he's at least practised. Hard work can about make up for the lack of natural talent.
He nods at anyone he sees with a friendly smile. Though the rumours are worrying, anything to do with the order is terrifying. Especially knowing that they had hurt people again. And would continue to do so. That they had something planned.
Thinking too hard would bring panic. So he just continued to clean and rebuild, piece by piece.
Helluva Cup
A lot of hell was awful, but some of it wasn't too bad and this spice was one of those things. He doesn't seem to mind that there is far too much of it, he is sat by a window of the cafe writing something in a notebook with a cup of coffee in front of him.
He is a bit skittish, it's been a rough few months so anyone who comes near will get a wary look that will quickly turn into a smile.
"Hello, are you alright?" There's space at his table and he will offer it if anyone is without a seat.
Library
Shion spends a lot of time in the library anyways, or at least had done until the battle, he is keen to return and very interested in the readings the goblins are doing.
Two years in hell and still there are so many new stories, ones he has never heard before. The amount of books that there are seems more than he could ever read.
He listens with rapt attention, listening more than he speaks during the discussions. Sometimes jotting things down in his notebook but most the time just listening, attentive, memorising it all.
Reach up High cw: Knives, blood, cutting, torture
Of course it is not long before he is grabbed by a demon and shoved into a torture room. It never was. He took his place behind the table calmly and waited until the other sinner was shoved in with him.
He gave a welcoming smile, more sad than scared and gestured to the other seat. "There's no way out, except to do what he instructed."
He still remembers how terrified he had been, the first time. But now, this particular punishment is one that has been inflicted upon him so much it no longer scares him. He can ever cut into others, as long as he reminds himself it is better in the long run, to get it over with.
Shion | No.6 | OTA
At least the mares were over. Being allowed to leave the hospital was great, even if it was to another disaster area. It felt like all they've done for the last six months is rebuild and clean up after disasters. Even the holiday at Mammon's had been so repairs could be made.
He can be found around Hellburbia, hauling ruined things away or doing his best to fix what can be fixed. He's still not good at any of this but he's at least practised. Hard work can about make up for the lack of natural talent.
He nods at anyone he sees with a friendly smile. Though the rumours are worrying, anything to do with the order is terrifying. Especially knowing that they had hurt people again. And would continue to do so. That they had something planned.
Thinking too hard would bring panic. So he just continued to clean and rebuild, piece by piece.
Helluva Cup
A lot of hell was awful, but some of it wasn't too bad and this spice was one of those things. He doesn't seem to mind that there is far too much of it, he is sat by a window of the cafe writing something in a notebook with a cup of coffee in front of him.
He is a bit skittish, it's been a rough few months so anyone who comes near will get a wary look that will quickly turn into a smile.
"Hello, are you alright?" There's space at his table and he will offer it if anyone is without a seat.
Library
Shion spends a lot of time in the library anyways, or at least had done until the battle, he is keen to return and very interested in the readings the goblins are doing.
Two years in hell and still there are so many new stories, ones he has never heard before. The amount of books that there are seems more than he could ever read.
He listens with rapt attention, listening more than he speaks during the discussions. Sometimes jotting things down in his notebook but most the time just listening, attentive, memorising it all.
Reach up High cw: Knives, blood, cutting, torture
Of course it is not long before he is grabbed by a demon and shoved into a torture room. It never was. He took his place behind the table calmly and waited until the other sinner was shoved in with him.
He gave a welcoming smile, more sad than scared and gestured to the other seat. "There's no way out, except to do what he instructed."
He still remembers how terrified he had been, the first time. But now, this particular punishment is one that has been inflicted upon him so much it no longer scares him. He can ever cut into others, as long as he reminds himself it is better in the long run, to get it over with.