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TEST DRIVE MEME #3


ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.



Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.



Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.



STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The general mood now that the carnival has passed seems to be almost dreary. The hotel staff is more snappish than usual and the demons outside are more aggressive towards guests of the hotel now, as if they think they have the right to treat guests even further below them than usual.



And as if to mirror the current mood, there seems to be a steady storm brewing outside that seems to just last and last. There's thunder and lightning happening, but the rain that's falling is a bit...off. It's a mix of hellfire and blood.

The blood begins to pool and flood certain areas as the days drag on, but curiously, the hellfire that burns around the community never seems to falter for even a moment.

The fire falling from the sky burns and stings the flesh if anyone is unfortunate enough to be caught out in it though. Despite that, there's almost a chill in the air.

Guests of the hotel will be reassured that this is perfectly normal, seasonal weather and that the hotel itself is in no danger of flooding. Just be careful going outside for the next couple weeks. There are umbrellas available at the front desk.

Be careful though. It's easy to get stranded outside in heavy, near blinding downpours or to be burnt if you forget that umbrella when you go out. Sinners are free to take shelter in the club, the library, or run back to the hotel as soon as they can. They may also notice the warehouse from the carnival has been left unlocked if they've ventured that far out.

There's still something eerie about it though... Sinners may see glimpses from their past or worst fears popping up from the corner of their eye as a residual from the ride it housed, like creepy phantoms. You may even hear a whisper or two of a familiar voice...

Probably best to not stay there for too long, if you can help it!

Prompt II

Per Lucifer's instruction, a day spa and bathhouse has been opened up in part of the former carnival grounds! It's more for his own benefit than anyone else's. It's not easy running an entire carnival and dealing with the complaints of sinners and demons alike when things don't go exactly their way.



Like all spas, guests of the hotel can go in for some deserved pampering. Facials, massages, steam baths, etc. The bathhouse has an area to shower before you go in for a nice soak in the spacious tubs available. Please note that these are unisex areas, but there are some private tubs for those who are too shy. The demons may side-eye you and your ridiculous modesty standards though.

Unfortunately, due to the rush to put it all together, there are some unfortunate kinks to work out still. Some of the tubs may reach boiling temperatures suddenly or steam rooms may lock and become insufferably hot before guests can get out. The demons may not account for the frailer, squishier bodies of some of the sinners during massages (or that's what they say at least).

Some of the treatments may be strange as well. Baths full of blood of the young that staff claim will restore your youth, pheromone washes that are derived from incubi that are said to make you absolutely irresistible to everyone. You're probably better off not asking what that mud-like substance is they're trying to rub on your face...

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
body horror, insects, zombies, etc.

"My absolutely sincerest apologies, my honored guests. It seems a few of the participants in the carnival have brought some germs along with them. But that's just as well. It's time to face your next punishment and this is the perfect opportunity." Lucifer's voice rings out for all guests to hear one fine morning, soon after the rain has started.

"Now I realize some feelings may be a bit hurt after the show, but forgiveness and putting on a brave face to work together are both extremely important traits. Father will be appreciative if you've at least started towards mastering them."

What he means by all of that becomes apparent soon enough. The zombie clowns and the tentacle monsters of the carnival left behind some horrifying infections, it seems.

Guests will notice that eldritch-type abominations are beginning to lurk around the hotel, ready to jump out at them at unexpected turns. They appear to be staff that have been twisted into horrible mutations. Guests can fight or they can try to board up their suites and rooms to protect themselves. Or they can run out of the hotel and hope they make it to one of the other establishments close by unscathed by them or the weather.

Although there do seem to be things that are oddly zombie-like wandering around out there. Slow and shambling, although ready to chase at a moment's notice.

If any of these abominations scratch or bite the sinners, they'll start to feel... odd. Perhaps it starts as a woozy sensation, something just slightly off-balanced inside and progresses there. It's nothing at all to worry about, right? Right, probably. Just ignore the strange symptoms. Maybe the sinner won't even have to tell anyone, right?

And besides, if everyone all worked together to protect one another, then they'll be fine and won't have to worry at all about bites or scratches anyway.

Or, alternatively, they can let the slower ones in their group be the bait, sacrificing a friend along the way, etc. It's also a perfect way to escape from what's promising to be an impending horror show by itself. God may not be happy about it, but God isn't down here suffering this.

There's also an option to just beg the hotel staff for a repellent to keep the nasties away from you... it's maybe not the most glamorous or exciting way to deal with things, but it does seem to work fairly well. Just remember there's a price for not seeing through your punishment. There's always a price.

Guests may just get a bad batch of repellent if they're particularly unfortunate that slowly turns them to stone after all. It's at least not as horrific as becoming an abomination right? It just means watching the horror show from within a stone prison. Ah, well. They can't all be winners, right? It will wear off after a bit.

Now, here's what will happen, depending on the monster that bites you:

If bitten by a zombie or ghoul, characters will slowly begin to change. Their hearts will stop, but they will still be alert somehow. They'll eventually start to rot though, and along with that, comes an insatiable hunger for human flesh that they may or may not be ignored. Eventually, their minds will begin to go as well until it's impossible to think even remotely clearly.

Or, who knows, maybe they'll be lucky and become an almost vampire-like creature with a thirst for blood instead. At least they'll mostly be in control of their own mind?

If touched or scratched by an eldritch abomination, they'll have seen true terror and madness from somewhere beyond the very stars themselves. It will boil through their blood, change them into something inconceivable, something barely within comprehension. It will twist them from within, bones and organs both until they've become the monster they've always had inside of them. They'll start to want to cause others the pain they feel, to kill everything within sight as their mind starts to fade to the abyss and malice. Tentacle beasts or other horrific creatures fall under this umbrella.

Prompt II

If slowly changing into an abomination isn't the sinner's thing, or they're simply an overachiever, no one has to worry! There's another shot of redemption waiting once that whole mess is squared away. Lucifer even kindly chose something that wouldn't harm any freshly healing bodies, just out of consideration for his guests.

Instead, all one will have to do is sincerely apologize. Walk up to someone and apologize for something they've done, against them or another. Past or present. They'll have to specify in detail what they're apologizing for though, so don't try to wiggle out of that!

And if the other person forgives them their sin, that's really all it takes.

"All Father asks for is true remorse for repentance. Please show him you're capable of that much," Lucifer's voice rings out in the sinners' heads, soft and inviting.

"I certainly know that you are, even if you're unaware of the fact. So, go to one of your fellow penitents and ask for forgiveness, it shall be given."

Lucifer seems to leave out the fact that the other person has to genuinely forgive as well... and if they don't? Have fun losing one of your senses painfully. It will pass in a few hours, he's sure.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I

"You're tired, aren't you? You poor thing..." Lucifer's voice rings out in the back of your head as it always does, tinged with what feels like genuine sympathy. "Father expects so much of you, and now, I'll have to as well. If you agree to this simple task, at least. I can at least promise you a bit of a break after if you succeed. So come."

The voice beckons and it's impossible to not follow. How the sinner's feet feet know where to lead them is anyone's guest, but they stop outside of a room after winding hallway after winding hallway, various flights of stairs that never have been there before. Sinners will find themselves entering a room with a partner, drawn the same way.

The room inside is lavish and comfortable, with food and drink placed out for sinners to partake in, along with any other items or vices they may want. But before their focus can linger too long on the offers, their attention will be drawn towards a mirror sat on a desk in the room. There are two contracts to the side of it.

"Go on, look in the mirror and then read the contracts."

The voice urges and now the guests are faced with a choice. Do they choose to turn and leave right then and there? Go back to their room and forget the temptation, or do they venture a look to see what happens?

Looking into the mirror, and for a moment, it will feel like both partners have stepped into a perfect getaway, provided by Lucifer himself. Hopefully both partners like each other because they're staying in some luxurious home together, with everything they could dream of. Even friends and family are but a call away, even ones they may have lost or parted on bad terms with. They also seem to have limitless funds and access to anything.

Sinners instinctively know that Lucifer is offering them endless desires if they just agree to a task... is it so simple though?

Of course this little shared hallucination can't last forever. Sinners snap out of it soon and they'll find themselves in the room they started in. If they take a look at the contract, they'll find a simple proposal:

Outside the gates of this community is uncharted territory full of various dangers and far more imposing demons than have been allowed within. But there are several artifacts that Lucifer desires scattered throughout Hell itself. Be brave and find them, and you and your partner will be given a respite from your daily punishment. A week out of Hell, given at Lucifer's discretion, for a job successfully completed.

However, breathe a word of this task to anyone beyond your partner, and you may face harsh consequences.


As always, Lucifer is willing to give sinners time to talk among themselves before making a decision. If you both decide to take on this task, a drop of blood will be more than enough to seal the contract. Remember that pledging yourself to Satan may not be quite the path to redemption though...

While characters discuss their options, they will be allowed to spend one night in the suites. They may also take another gander into the mirror...

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, potential kinks, violence, non-con or dub-con.

With the carnival going on for two weeks, and more people focused on getting their rush in an entirely different way for the most part, the succubi and incubi are starting to feel just a bit starved. This leads to impatience and agitation. They tried so hard to be good during the festivities, putting on their best behavior, but they can't wait any longer.

The constant, horrible weather outside hasn't done much for business at the club, and it's simply not helping matters at all. Deciding to take things into their own hands, it seems the demons have come up with their own plans and solutions since Lucifer hasn't given them any yet.

The demons have decided to take unsuspecting guests at the hotel. Whatever sinners are doing from taking a nice stroll or settling in for a good night's sleep, they'll find their surroundings changing beneath their feet. It will all fade away to an unfamiliar room where the ravenous demons surround them. It seems the succubi and incubi want their own show finally.

The clowns, after all, were decidedly not sexual. The energy hadn't been the same.

They've chosen sinners a partner, whether they're their usual type or not. They don't care. You can simply make it work. They've furnished a bed and any sort of sexual aids you could want from the basics to toys to instruments of pain.

If you're a bit performance shy, you'll find they don't particularly care. For every instance sinners resist, they'll find themselves in a certain amount of pain. Perhaps it's as minor as a headache that will grow steadily worse or tiny, painful cuts that seem to magically appear. Perhaps it's even a little electric zap to get you moving.

Either feed them or be tormented, that's the game.

The demons may have special requests that range anywhere from plain vanilla sex to partners having to endure pain to someone having to permanently mark another as theirs, whether they know each other or not.

If sinners really want to get out, then they have to participate whether they want to or not.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out [community profile] penancerp's third TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside. There's a locations page that describes the library and the club a bit more thoroughly, if you're interested in sending your characters exploring these establishments!

Because these prompts count as game canon, current players are more than welcome to do their own top levels for these prompts in the meme itself or logs community.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warnings in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment or on the FAQ page.

Since there are new faces around, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

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compelledtoprotect: (someone's out for bloooooooooooooooooood)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-06-30 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve brought the heel of his hand to his mouth and bit into it savagely, ignoring the pain, and smeared blood on his contract, lifting the hand back up to licking at the wound, his eyes on the other man. It was done. Whatever the consequences, it was done. In theory, some day soon he could see Lucas, and hopefully some other people too. He lifted a brow and walked over to drop into his own chair, pouring a glass and leaving a trail of blood drops on the table where the bottle sat.]


You were saying? Seems like you're still making up your mind.
sextaxpantera: (Default)

[personal profile] sextaxpantera 2019-06-30 06:05 am (UTC)(link)

Do you enjoy explaining the obvious to people? It wastes a lot of time.

[ Steve gripped his arm and in his current state he was mildly impressed. Steve would offer a fight, though with his full strength Steve would have been just another blood spatter. As it was, he did need this man to get out of the situation. While the demons around them weren’t upset so far at his actions, based on their demands he didn’t think they’d take kindly to him full out killing the other. ]

And let’s be honest, hero, you’ll choose sex because your type can’t stand letting others get hurt because of their choices.

[ He would have used Steve’s name but he didn’t know it and didn’t really care. He was hoping Steve would yield, just a little. He didn’t mind violence, but he did have lines even he wouldn’t cross. ]

compelledtoprotect: (someone's out for bloooooooooooooooooood)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-06-30 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve snorted and actually managed a laugh, still digging his fingers into that arm. He didn't like being pinned in place, made to feel weak. And yet he did. That secret desire to be dominated he rarely indulged, and never in a real situation. It was one thing to go down on his knees and give over control with someone he trusted. But to be physically weaker, genuinely vulnerable . . . It wasn't something he felt often.

He also wasn't the type to give in easily. At the moment Steve didn't care if they both suffered for a while. For all Grimmjow's rather handsome face, he really didn't want to do anything with the man.]



Don't be so sure of yourself. I'm willing to risk it, for a while anyway. Unless you're that eager to try and force me into something. I didn't think you found me very appealing.
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Peter Parker | Amazing Spiderman | OTA

[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-06-30 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
A) Arrival

When Peter wakes up, adrenaline buzzing through his brain on the tail end of what must be a very bad dream (he doesn't remember it, exactly, but he remembers pain and heat and struggling until he couldn't, anymore), his head is pounding. This is, unfortunately, nothing new, but what is new is the smooth, cream ceiling that definitely doesn't look like his bedroom in Queens. His head lolls to the side - the bed he's on is surprisingly comfortable for how stiff he's feeling, and though the red-and-black motel aesthetic doesn't exactly put him at ease, it doesn't seem all that ominous, either. He's woken up in worse places.

Peter sits up too suddenly and has to stop, clutching his head with a wince. Okay, bad idea. This feels...unnatural. Did he get clobbered? Where exactly is he? Peter pushes his glasses to the top of his head so he can pinch the bridge of his nose, rubbing out the lines that tell him he was asleep with his glasses on for long enough to create indentations.

The first thing he notices is his suit, laid out neatly on the little coffee table, and it sends a chill up his spine. Okay. That's not ideal. Peter takes the first few steps off the bed before he even fully registers that he's getting up, moving over to examine it cautiously. But it...it's his suit, webshooters and all, which Peter picks up and slips onto his wrists. The suit, he stuffs into the duffel bag sitting innocuously next to his foot - might as well, why not? Clearly whoever left him here already knew who he was.

That's about when the paper on the bedside table catches his eye, as Peter scans the room. He's alone, totally alone, and it doesn't make sense at all. He approaches the table, picking up the old blackberry and turning it over in his hands curiously for a second - it didn't belong to him, maybe whoever brought him here? - before stuffing it in his pocket and picking up the note.

It's a thick paper, a parchment, really, and Peter unfolds it with a mounting dread he can't quite explain. His neck prickles uncomfortably, but what's worse is the red, scratched writing he reveals when it's completely open. "Is that blood?!"

He doesn't know why he says it aloud - there's no one to talk to - but then he registers what's written on the paper:

1) Doctor Connors
2) Surviving the serum
3) Uncle Ben
4) Captain Stacy
5) Norman Osborn
6) Gwen Stacy



Peter doesn't read number seven - he drops the list with numb fingers, bolting out the door before he makes a conscious decision to do so. He can't be there. He can't read that - he knows what it is, instinctually, all the people he's failed all the lives he's ruined he can't can't can't

Distantly, Peter wonders if he's having a goddamn panic attack, as he sprints down the endless hallways, desperately trying to get away from the creeping darkness that seems to seep in every corner. Anything to put space between him and that paper -

He bursts out into the lobby area and promptly falls on his ass, missing the last step on the stairs. It knocks the wind out of him, and Peter sucks in a shaky breath, staring dazedly up at the ceiling. Is he dreaming? Is this a nightmare inside of a nightmare?


B) Network

Hello? Is...can anybody hear me?

[Peter doesn't exactly trust the blackberry that looks like it should have busted ages before now, but the thing had turned on and lit up, so hey. Gift horse, whatever. His own phone didn't seem to be getting a signal.]

My name is Peter Parker and uh, I'm a little far from New York so if anybody knows where the nearest Greyhound Station is...I'd be much obliged.
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[personal profile] sensualarchergod 2019-06-30 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Clint lets her sink into the water, shifts his gaze to the side in a way that might be gentlemanly if it wasn't obvious just how much effort it took for him to not look. Lucky for the both of them his attempts at charm are less overt these days; less questionable lines and more sheer happenstance.

But once he can tell that she's settled into the water, he looks to meet her gaze, focuses on her face. But he can't resist laughing at her answer, like it's the punchline to a joke he hadn't been expecting but knew better than anything. The studied art of not having expectations because it made it easier to be ready for everything. There's a certain edge to how his lips curve that speaks to a similar sort of wry laughter, the art of smoothing over the serious.

"Guess I figured the hot tubs wouldn't be so temperate. But, well." He shrugs his shoulders. Look, his world is a goddamn mess, and going to Hell isn't even all that weird.

"Not sure I'm buying what they're selling just yet, though."
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[personal profile] sextaxpantera 2019-06-30 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)

I’m not blind. You’re handsome, for a human. I think I could manage to get it up.

[ He grunted and shoved Steve, releasing his throat as he did so. His hands went back in his pockets and he turned to face the demons watching them, mostly clad in shadow, their eyes leering and the whispers and jeers leaking out. His lip curled, displaying surprisingly human teeth. ]

Bunch of fucking cowards.

deaddrop: (hexathele ramsayi)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-06-30 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Natasha hums, acknowledging what he's said in a way that feels like agreement without quite committing to it. She appreciates the understatement, though. As hell goes, the hot tub experience is a far cry from a lake of fire. Her smile is a little thin, remembering what came before, but not insincere. "Keep that quiet. Never know when they'll try to turn up the heat."

Natasha's arms cross loosely over her chest, less modest and more thoughtful as she considers a real answer.

"You don't buy it because you don't think you belong here, or because you were expecting more lakes of fire and no open bar?"
compelledtoprotect: (you sure bout that?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-06-30 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Really? That was unexpected. Steve stumbled as he was released, dropping to his knees as his hands went to his throat. It was one of those automatic, human reactions he always hated but couldn't seem to avoid. Then again, that's what he was at the moment. A human. And how often had he wished for just that situation?

Of course he'd get his wish at the worst possible time.

Steve glared up at the man, content to stay on the floor for the moment. Now that he was aware of his loss, he needed time to process it. He felt . . . he felt like shit. Steve snorted at Grimmjow's comment and gave the man a crooked smile, one hand still rubbing his throat absently. He'd caught that "for a human" comment, and he wondered just what the man was. Again.]



And you're surprised? They didn't even bother to leave us our powers to make it interesting. So what are you Grimmjow? That snarling earlier . . . What are you?
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[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-06-30 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Squalo is about to say that having a hard time does not invalidate his absolutely helpful advice to try and take shit slower, but that second bit is actually the juiciest thing he's heard from this guy so far. ]

[ That, and it does explain the lack of proper tourist experiences. ]


Well that's interesting. What for?

[ ...okay that's just nosy isn't it. ]

You don't look like much of a hardened criminal is all.

[ He knows looks is the last thing you can use to judge someone, but this seems like something a regular law abiding citizen would say to a clearly upset young man that's apparently served time, so here we go. ]
sharktrash: (why you little // teeth)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-06-30 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Squalo nods and doesn't stab the orc thanks to the confirmation, though he doesn't exactly lower his sword either. It's not that he doesn't trust you, buddy. ]

Not recommended by whom? They've got sturdy shins, I take it.

[ Haha you're so short, get it, get it. ]
styxtoshadows: (neutral crouch  3)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-06-30 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha-ha.

[Short jokes, always hilarious. Styx doesn't sound offended though.]

They'd be easy enough for me to take down, but getting in the range of their mouths isn't good. Demon guy that got bit turned into one.

Of course, if you wanted to experiment...
styxtoshadows: (Default)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-06-30 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Watch it." Peter hits the ground not far from where Styx is standing.

Styx is too short to be that green goblin, if Peter even knows who that is yet. Styx leans over, looking at Peter for a long moment, appraising. "What's the matter, you new here?"
Edited (wordswordswords) 2019-06-30 22:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-07-01 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Peter doesn’t mean to flinch - upon further reflection, the echoing ringing through his spidey sense isn’t actually alerting him to danger from Styx, who looks perhaps a little taller than he is from Peter’s perspective on the floor. “S-sorry.”

He scrambles back a little, pushing himself into a sitting position, and he knows staring is rude but - the person in front of him is definitely not human. Is he - where the fuck is he? Peter laughs in a way that doesn’t sound funny at all and nods, straightening his glasses. “Yeah, I’m - new. Very new.”
styxtoshadows: (uh...  5)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-01 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the most extreme response Styx has ever experienced. Far from it.

"Alright."

He tilts his head at Peter.

"Yep you've got 'new' written all over you. And as far as where you are, have you ever heard of a place called 'hell'?"
unreconciled: (Doubtful)

B

[personal profile] unreconciled 2019-07-01 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
I am sure you are rather far from any point of previous reference. Surely you've been told.
styxtoshadows: (hoodie  8)

Styx | Of Orcs and Men

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-01 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Violence warning, probably.
Reach Up High I

A
"What the fuck?"

The thing has his throwing knife. Normally most people would be lying on the ground, dead. But this thing isn't. And it keeps coming.

B

Styx has already figured out he can't kill these things with a few stabs to the back or neck. He's also learned secondhand that bites aren't great.

Zombies or ghouls might stagger into the room after someone only for Styx to cut tendons in the monsters' legs while they're distracted.

But if he's really in a tight spot? You might find him tripping someone into the monsters' way. He doesn't have to be fast: he's only got to outrun you.

Edited 2019-07-01 02:46 (UTC)
orionsarmpit: (smile cmon)

[personal profile] orionsarmpit 2019-07-01 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Cutie? Well well! He makes sure to keep his mud-facial arm around her shoulder, and leans in conspiratorially.]

That's the thing with these newbies, y'know, they're wound up so tight. You'd think once they're dead, they'd finally learn to live a little!
orionsarmpit: (look down)

[personal profile] orionsarmpit 2019-07-01 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Depends on what you mean by "here". In the grand scheme of things...this ain't my first rodeo, if ya know what I mean. But this particular locale, I can't say I'm familiar too with.

[He waves his cigarette hand around.]

So. How's a lovely lady like yourself wind up around these parts?
orionsarmpit: (knowing)

[personal profile] orionsarmpit 2019-07-01 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Betelgeuse chuckles.]

True enough!

Thoben.... Have I ever been to Thoben? [He wonders aloud]
orionsarmpit: (confused)

[personal profile] orionsarmpit 2019-07-01 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes a long drag, blows it out slowly.]

Pal, I've been a lot of places. A lot. And there's a lot of places to go. You look fresh-faced, got that newly-dead sheen to ya, so I'll go ahead and let you in on a little secret: "The Actual Hell"? Ain't a thing. Trillions people have died over hundreds and hundreds of years, and we all shuffle off into our own little corners of the afterlife.
styxtoshadows: (smile  12)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-07-01 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
You know, real sewer, especially after the Green Plague. But you'd know if you'd been there.

[As if nowhere else fit that description. He scratches his chin, thinking about the man's other comments.]

"All over the netherworld" huh? You're telling me you know this place pretty well?"

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[personal profile] xtwin_gunsx 2019-07-01 04:25 am (UTC)(link)

[ Xanxus watched this whole display blandly, hardly bothered by the blood or Steve's attempt at bravado. He had seen it all before, terribly boring really. But he did enjoy that he had gotten what he wanted - someone else to do this hunt with him, since that seemed to be the requirement. He would have probably gone regardless, but even Xanxus knew better than to wander into unknown terrain entirely by himself.

He grunted and got up, in no rush, wandering over to the contracts. He picked up a nearby knife from one of the tables with food, flicking the end across his thumb nice and neat and pressing his finger to the paper. Done. He set the knife back down and returned to his chair and his drink. ]

No, now I have what I wanted in the first place. What did you say your name was?

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[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-07-01 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Look, he's still not convinced this isn't all some...terrible nightmare. It's been wont to happen.

"What, like Michigan?" Peter just. Blinks. He couldn't possibly mean - no. Peter's head whips around, taking in the lobby, the wood paneling, the rickety staircase he'd flown down in his panic. This didn't look like Hell. No. He had to be kidding.

Peter would ask what he did to land himself a place in hell, but the answer is somewhere upstairs on a drying piece of parchment.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2019-07-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
I gathered that, sir, but I can't imagine I've gone too far. Told...what?
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[personal profile] sextaxpantera 2019-07-01 05:14 am (UTC)(link)

[ He titled his head at that notion - that Steve had powers. He didn't sense anything just then, but why would he? Still, the notion of anyone else having powers here besides the shinigami he had met - there was a bit of a thrill, the idea he might not be entirely bored. ]

You got it backwards - it's interesting because our powers are gone. At least mine anyways.

[ He had met a few humans with enough skill to give him a good fight. Well, only one really. He didn't have much faith in Steve being able to do the same. He turned away from demons watching them, looking down at Steve through those cerulean eyes. ]

Kind of a lot of names for what I am. The basic term is "Hollow", but then there's "Arrancar" too. "Vasto Lorde". But I guess the easy term is "Espada".

[ He gripped his little shrug/jacket and pulled it back enough to show the "6" emblazoned on his skin across his left chest. ]

The Sexta Espada.

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