a. Billy can't say he's particularly thrilled to have to go don to some creepy, damp basement because the hotel staff is too inept to keep the lights on, but he'll do it because it's better than freezing his ass off. He might also be a tiny bit annoyed because the power decided to cut out when he was in the middle of a big boss battle in his latest video game venture. The fifth time his flashlight dims to the point it might as well be out, he lets out an irritated grunt and turns to whoever is near him, holding it out.
"Okay, this isn't going to work. Hold this, will you?" And then he holds out his hand, focusing a bit of magical energy around his fingertips. It's enough to illuminate the area as much as the flashlight, only more stable.
"There. Now, let's see... Do we go the way where it looks like a monster they keep chained up down here will jump at us or do we go towards those boxes?" Billy's kinda hoping for the box option because he can't say he's not curious about what's in them.
b. "Yeah, I was joking about the monster thing..." But nope. There are really chained up monsters in the basement. To be fair, they look less like they're kept chained up and fed something freaky like all that baby meat from the carnival and more like they haven't ate in years, but still...
One of them seems to be groaning towards him, trying to coax him over. "I'm not sure I like where this is going..."
reach up high i
"Again? Really?" He knows better than to try magic to get out, but he doesn't immediately move for the knives either, nor does he move to take off the baggy hoodie he's wearing right off the bat.
"... Alright, whatever. I don't want to do this, but if we get this over with, we can both get out of here." Finally, he moves to slip off his hoodie and starts to roll up his sleeves. There's already sloth carved into his forearm that looks like it's been healed over for a while on one arm. He rolls his sleeve up even further for some bare skin.
"You can go first, it's fine. Just maybe pick a short sin?"
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1. Not even Hell itself can drag him up on the stage for karaoke, but he does watch some other people try their luck. Some of them are good, some of them have him fighting the urge to bury his head in shame, but it's all in fun. Other times, he'll be at the bar striking up conversations with anyone near him, human or demon alike... it's generally about something nerdy. Want to debate Lord of the Rings symbolism with him? How about dumb superhero debates? Because Billy is of the opinion Cap could probably take on anyone.
Catch him buzzed enough and he might be more open to talking magic or showing off a few tricks. He's particularly good at summoning alcohol when the bartender is busy being a jerk about refills, but he can also make other small, random objects too.
Catch him really buzzed and you can maybe talk him into a game of some sort. Just know that he's probably horrible at card games or pool.
2a. He should know better than to go to this club. He should say the hell away from it because it leads to trouble... but honestly, he's in hell with no possible way home and he's in trouble anyway. What's a little more trouble in comparison to that? So Billy takes the drink given to him without much hesitation.
It's just when it starts eating away at him, despite every attempt to fight away the fog in his head that he realizes he probably shouldn't have trusted that succubus. By then, it's sort of too late. Billy has his eyes on someone already and it's too easy to relent the control he keeps so impeccably on himself and just sink to his knees when he gets close to them. "So, how could I make you happy?"
2b. Billy's buzzing from whatever he's had tonight and he's claimed a spot in the club, sprawled on one of the couches. He looks like he's idly watching some incubus grinding on the stage -- and yeah, okay, it's kind of cheesy? But it's also kind of hot in the way both the incubi and succubi are. It's an effect he's sure is riddled with some kind of magic but it's something he's fine indulging in at the moment, wherever it leads him. It isn't until he notices someone else approaching that he tears his eyes away from the stage to arch a brow.
"Hey..."
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[ooc: For anyone who chooses a smut option, Billy has quite a few new scars, including 'sloth' carved into his forearm, scars from being whipped on his back, plus a few brands if you want to notice any of them. I'm down for pretty much any kinks except anything involving scat or vore. Billy has a male preference.
Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616 | ota (cw: cutting, scars, sex)
a. Billy can't say he's particularly thrilled to have to go don to some creepy, damp basement because the hotel staff is too inept to keep the lights on, but he'll do it because it's better than freezing his ass off. He might also be a tiny bit annoyed because the power decided to cut out when he was in the middle of a big boss battle in his latest video game venture. The fifth time his flashlight dims to the point it might as well be out, he lets out an irritated grunt and turns to whoever is near him, holding it out.
"Okay, this isn't going to work. Hold this, will you?" And then he holds out his hand, focusing a bit of magical energy around his fingertips. It's enough to illuminate the area as much as the flashlight, only more stable.
"There. Now, let's see... Do we go the way where it looks like a monster they keep chained up down here will jump at us or do we go towards those boxes?" Billy's kinda hoping for the box option because he can't say he's not curious about what's in them.
b. "Yeah, I was joking about the monster thing..." But nope. There are really chained up monsters in the basement. To be fair, they look less like they're kept chained up and fed something freaky like all that baby meat from the carnival and more like they haven't ate in years, but still...
One of them seems to be groaning towards him, trying to coax him over. "I'm not sure I like where this is going..."
reach up high i
"Again? Really?" He knows better than to try magic to get out, but he doesn't immediately move for the knives either, nor does he move to take off the baggy hoodie he's wearing right off the bat.
"... Alright, whatever. I don't want to do this, but if we get this over with, we can both get out of here." Finally, he moves to slip off his hoodie and starts to roll up his sleeves. There's already sloth carved into his forearm that looks like it's been healed over for a while on one arm. He rolls his sleeve up even further for some bare skin.
"You can go first, it's fine. Just maybe pick a short sin?"
follow me down
1. Not even Hell itself can drag him up on the stage for karaoke, but he does watch some other people try their luck. Some of them are good, some of them have him fighting the urge to bury his head in shame, but it's all in fun. Other times, he'll be at the bar striking up conversations with anyone near him, human or demon alike... it's generally about something nerdy. Want to debate Lord of the Rings symbolism with him? How about dumb superhero debates? Because Billy is of the opinion Cap could probably take on anyone.
Catch him buzzed enough and he might be more open to talking magic or showing off a few tricks. He's particularly good at summoning alcohol when the bartender is busy being a jerk about refills, but he can also make other small, random objects too.
Catch him really buzzed and you can maybe talk him into a game of some sort. Just know that he's probably horrible at card games or pool.
2a. He should know better than to go to this club. He should say the hell away from it because it leads to trouble... but honestly, he's in hell with no possible way home and he's in trouble anyway. What's a little more trouble in comparison to that? So Billy takes the drink given to him without much hesitation.
It's just when it starts eating away at him, despite every attempt to fight away the fog in his head that he realizes he probably shouldn't have trusted that succubus. By then, it's sort of too late. Billy has his eyes on someone already and it's too easy to relent the control he keeps so impeccably on himself and just sink to his knees when he gets close to them. "So, how could I make you happy?"
2b. Billy's buzzing from whatever he's had tonight and he's claimed a spot in the club, sprawled on one of the couches. He looks like he's idly watching some incubus grinding on the stage -- and yeah, okay, it's kind of cheesy? But it's also kind of hot in the way both the incubi and succubi are. It's an effect he's sure is riddled with some kind of magic but it's something he's fine indulging in at the moment, wherever it leads him. It isn't until he notices someone else approaching that he tears his eyes away from the stage to arch a brow.
"Hey..."
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[ooc: For anyone who chooses a smut option, Billy has quite a few new scars, including 'sloth' carved into his forearm, scars from being whipped on his back, plus a few brands if you want to notice any of them. I'm down for pretty much any kinks except anything involving scat or vore. Billy has a male preference.
I'll match prose or action.]