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TEST DRIVE MEME #5


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

With the Mares leaving, the nightmares fade right along with them. Unfortunately, the hotel outside is looking rather worse for wear because of it. It's been pummeled, cracks in the siding and broken windows are everywhere. It looks much more befitting of the hellish landscape surrounding it, true, but Lucifer is already putting the demonic staff on repairs. They'll be enlisting the help of guests, whether they want to or not. Watch out when the whips and other punishments come out to play for those who seem to be slacking too hard.

The staff hardly has patience for it, whether the guests are feeling up to it or not. In truth, neither are the demons. Exhaustion is hanging heavy in the air for everyone.

But life must go on.

On the plus side, at least all the doorknobs and locks seem to be returning.

For current guests, they may now be dealing with a Frenzy come down and finding that they still itch for another fix. It won't be an easy ride. Withdrawals come with extreme fatigue, aches and pains, chills, depression, and an urge to potentially hurt yourself or others as agitation sets in. If asked for tips on dealing with it, the staff will tell the guests to just rest whenever they can, stay hydrated, and eat. The nausea that follows might make that difficult, but the staff seems to have very little time for sympathy at this point in time.

For new guests, they'll find things in quite a bit of disarray. Fortunately the demons are eager to hand out chores. They range from cleaning up broken glass and other items around the hotel, to removing boards from windows, to Hell beasts that need to be moved back from the basement to their enclosure just outside the hotel and helped to settle back in.

Anyone is free to visit any new beast friends they've made whenever they desire after this point. As a distraction, the hotel staff will even be offering riding lessons for larger beasts, both horse and canine-like ones.

Despite the push for normalcy though, there's a wariness in the air. Whether that's because of the recent bout with the Mares or the hushed whispers continuing on about the Veiled Order, it's uncertain. Something just feels off. Not to worry though, it's probably just paranoia creeping in. No one really wants to talk about it either way.

Every evening, once all the hard work is done, the staff seems to find the time to get a roaring fire going in the lobby fireplace and set up a buffet of food and drink for everyone to enjoy. There's every sort of food imaginable, and even some you wish you'd never seen. Spit-roasted dog, anyone? It's a delicacy here. There's also a lot of desserts of varying kinds from chocolates to ice cream to cakes and pies. Beer, coffee, sodas, and anything else people could want to drink is also on offer. There are even some specialty drinks for the vampiric guests around here.

There's entertainment as well. The demons are putting on makeshift plays and doing improv comedy routines, as well as dragging guests into the act if they seem interested. They'll ask them to perform tricks or act out Shakespearean scenes. For what it's worth, it does actually seem like everyone is trying to just have some fun. There's no harm in refusing to act anything out beyond some mostly good-natured booing and ribbing.

The succubi have also been given a room to set up for personal massages (with or without the happy ending). Massages are done in groups though, so you might want to rethink anything too frisky. If asked, the succubi will step aside and allow guests to massage each other instead, if that's more comfortable.

They're offering to help bathe and wash anyone who desires it for extra pampering, but most folks are understandably wary of the succubi and incubi around. No sexual play is actually being forced in these circumstances since, for once, the demons are well fed on sexual energy.

Oddly enough, the staff does seem to just genuinely want to do something refreshing. Although it's still probably clearly more for themselves than anyone else. Better enjoy it while it lasts though!

Prompt II

As another way to spoil (or distract) the guests a bit more, a new location has been brought to life!

Lucifer has insisted upon a movie theatre. It's located a short walk from the hotel. It's impossible to miss as the sign flickers and it's surrounded by a few very broken down, abandoned buildings still.

Outside, it looks like an old classic establishment from a time long since passed, but it has all the modern conveniences inside at least. From plush seats that recline and maybe get a bit too into giving a massage to all the treats you could ask for. So grab yourself some popcorn, a soda, hot dogs, or whatever else you want. There's also alcoholic beverages available for those who really need help getting through a movie.



Currently, the theatre is showing: Bedazzled, Manos: The Hands of Fate, Captain America (1990 version), Troll 2.

But there are request slips to be filled out by sinners if there's another movie they'd like to see when they rotate films around each month.

Located within the theatre is an arcade with zombie-themed shooter games, Pac-Man, motorcycle racing, and claw machines. There are also a few other gaming machines and one that's supposed to test romantic compatibility between couples. See if you're truly meant to be!

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"Offering one another counsel is a trait God rather admires. Compassion, goodwill... all of that. He has requested a demonstration that all of you are complying with your redemption, so I thought of a rather interesting way to show him." Lucifer's voice rings out warm and almost affectionate as he speaks within the guests' heads, the sound ringing within their skulls and beckoning them to trust him.

Even as demons grab at guests and haul them into a room only to lock the door. As usual, the doors can't be opened through any means guests will be able to perform. At least the room is cozy looking, with a plush couch and chairs.

"I must say that I'm proud of all of you. What I ask, I have no doubt that you will accomplish. Please, both of you have a seat and discuss anything from a bad memory, a fear, or even a silly little phobia you may not be proud of. Listen to each other, help one another as I know you can."

That's right. Guests are expected to share a bit about themselves, whether it's a trauma or a past sin they feel guilty for. Maybe it's even something as simple as an irrational fear of spiders... as long as it's sincere, it counts. Guests must absolutely share something if they don't want to be punished. They'll also have to provide sympathy or counsel.

If no one speaks, there's always a catch. The longer one of the participants refuses to speak of anything real, or lies, the more a headache will start to set in. Guests will feel a slight throbbing in the temples that grows steadily worse until it's almost blinding. Gradually, blood will start oozing from eyes, nose, and ears.

All of it will stop the minute guests comply and play along.

It is possible to wait out the punishment if guests are willing to let each other suffer for it, but this will be considered a failed challenge and Lucifer will have to rethink all that pride he said he had.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con, kinks.

Those newly arrived to Hell will hear about a drug called Frenzy. The effects of which include the lack of a need to sleep for as long as one uses it, feeling like the best version of oneself, and feeling better than they possibly ever have. It may even get to the point where pain is minimized or even welcomed as a pleasurable experience.

The downsides of the drug include giving into a frenzy of one's basest instincts, whether it's lust or anger or anything else that they're naturally inclined towards.

This drug will be offered at the club outside the hotel, but the succubi who make it will demand payment up front this time. This can come in the form of keeping the club up and cleaned, serving guests, or performing on stage. It may also include sex with the demons or other patrons, or putting on solo performances for an audience. The succubi won't particularly care how willing guests are when they come to demand their payment and may force it.

Some will tell you that it's absolutely worth the price though, especially down in Hell where there's so much pain already. What's wrong with a little bit of escape, really? Others will tell you to stay far away from it all.

Of course the demons fail to mention it has the potential to be addictive, but users will probably figure that out on their own once they've come down. It isn't their fault if no one did their research!

Beyond Frenzy, the club also offers a variety of drinks and aphrodisiac-laced foods. There are poles for dancing, plush couches throughout as well as more private tables. There are stages where sex machines are set up, as well as other areas to tie up volunteers or to set up any other type of play imaginable. There are private rooms that can be rented out for the night for those who really want to explore their desires.

Attractive succubi and incubi roam the club as staff or active participants. Some will become more forceful if they're hungry, others will gladly offer any sort of temptations they can.

Careful if you ever see through a their pretty illusion and see the old, angry crones they really are though. It's a bit hard to forget that.

Regular demons also frequent the club, ranging in looks from tiny, mischief-making goblins to goat-like beasts to more humanoid types. There may even be tentacled-beasts who may not be the best at conversation, but will be eager to participate any play they're invited to.

There's a dance floor and loud music pumping through the club in a dedicated space for those who'd rather just dance the night away safely detached from the sexual side of things. All manner of drugs will be offered for those who ask staff, not just Frenzy.

Prompt II
Warnings: Potential violence and abuse.
There are hooded figures making their way through the hotel, but it's oddly hard to focus on them. The more guests try, the more their attention wants to drift to anything else.

For those magically inclined, they may notice the hint of a spell or black magic, but it's just as easily forgotten as everything else.

Guests won't even notice when the figure brushes against them, a skeletal hand adorned with gold brushing over any exposed skin they can reach with a whisper light touch.

It's an encounter that's so easily written off as guests continue on with their day, it really isn't worth mentioning at all later.

But ever since it happened, it feels like there's a poison that's entered the guest's system, twisting around their insides until they feel almost hollowed out. It's a whisper in the ear, inspiring envious feelings towards their fellow guests and the local demons that may never have been there before.

Why do they have it so easy? Why do they have fewer sins and why do more people love them than they do you? Why are you so unimportant to them? Why does everything come so easily to them when you have to work so hard for it?

Envy doesn't have to make any rational sense at all. It can happen at the most inopportune times and leave one feeling like they're burning up from the inside at the injustice of it all.

Even if it's someone a guest generally likes or gets along with, they'll feel this nasty little sensation creeping in.

Rage replaces the envy eventually. The anger starts to become overwhelming. After all, you're the one who is truly worthy of all the attention, all the adoration, all the things they've got. Other people are merely foolish for not realizing it.

Or perhaps it's not even envy at what the other guy has. Perhaps it's because the guest craves all the attention and all the affection of this other person. The guest may never have sought love or possession before, but suddenly it's all they seem to crave from this one person. They'll do anything to have it or to become as close to one person as possible.

Doesn't it eventually just make you want to hurt them for it all? Whether verbally or physically, guests will be drawn to action, or even force if they must. They will desire to either claim what they want or make the other admit to never having deserved it.

Alternatively, guests may also be reduced to begging to be noticed by the object of their envy, desperate enough to do anything to get what they feel is rightfully theirs.

This influence will be hard to fight off, but stronger guests will be able to fend off the envious effects of the mysterious demons. Others won't be so lucky.

MISC.
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Bullseye | Marvel Comics | ota | cw: blood, excessive violence, and Lester's foul mouth

[personal profile] clozapine 2019-08-23 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Stand Your Ground: Prompt 1

Waking up in a new place with a list of all the bad shit he's done as long as a jumbo sized roll of paper towel was unsettling at first, but as Lester gets a look around he decides this is considerably less awful than the last time he woke up in a strange place with no recollection of arriving and being unable to leave. He's instructed to head down to where the others are eating, and has no reason to protest--all the while looking out for items he may need to use as weapons in a pinch.

None the wiser to the true form of the incubi and succubi, he goes along with them to be catered to. Usually he'd prefer strangers not to be all up in his junk but, hell, they're all eerily attractive. And what kind of asshole refuses a pedicure and foot massage? Not this asshole.

"Get a load of this. I could get used to this place."

II. Reach Up High: Prompt 1

Well, the vacation was nice while it lasted. He's not sure why he's shoved into a room with a stranger, but approaches the table with two lists. His own is recognizable by sheer length, but he overlooks it in favor of taking up one of the knives. He turns it this way and that to examine it, not really looking up to whoever was unlucky enough to be stuck in that room with him.

"You better hope we don't have to fight to the death to get out of here, sweetness, because that list over there?" Lester points with the knife in his hand to the itemized list of all the wrongs of his life. "That's all the dumb fucks I've ever kill--"

He's cut off by the announcement that in order to leave the room they'll need to carve the other. Lester raises a brow in disbelief. "Now aint' that some shit."

III. Reach Up High: Prompt 2

Lester is starting to understand what these rooms are about now. They're like little fucked up therapy sessions that no one asked for. He's slowly starting to believe that it's actually hell. He can cut, carve, and incapacitate people all day and not get tired of it, but god forbid he have to actually sit down and talk about how he came to be the fucked up man he was.

"Yeah, no. I'm not doing this shit," he mumbles to himself, glancing over to the person stuck with him.

IV. Arrival: Network post

Anyone know where I can buy weapons? Guns would be fuckin great, but throwing knives and shit will work too.
Also, this place doesn't have any cops, right?


V. Wildcard
(Throw whatever you want this way and I'll work with it. I'll match format. Hit me up on Discord if you have questions. Yandere#7980)
ideserve: <user name="icarusicons" site=tumblr.com> (where the angels used to be)

Princess Audrey | Descendants | ota

[personal profile] ideserve 2019-08-24 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[Audrey remembers dying. She'd been doing the right thing and using a child as a meatshield to defend herself from dragonfire, and then there was nothing.

Nothing, that is, until waking up here, in an ugly little room with terrible lighting and actual demons crawling around. Her first thought is to be frightened, but it occurs to her that this is an extension of what she'd asked for. If she couldn't be queen of paradise, she'd have to out-mean them all. This is just a test to prove her theory. It's the natural extension of the path she chose.

So as she moves through the hall, scepter in hand, she does her best to fake a confidence she doesn't exactly feel. She'll keep her nose turned up, gown flowing regally behind her, scowling at the first non-Demon presence she comes across.]


And what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen real royalty before?

[They'll crush her if she shows signs of weakness. So she just won't. What could possibly go wrong?]

Follow Me Down II

[Audrey's no stranger to jealousy. It's been the guiding force behind a lot of her decisions lately. So when the hooded figure touches her arm, there's really no reason to notice anything is amiss. The churning hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach is nothing new. This is all normal.

It's normal, but there's nothing pleasant about it. She's only been here a few days and already she can see it starting all over again. She's here, fabulous, but slipping into the background. The demons keep her waiting while they tend to someone else. They expect her to wait in line for a massage. Nobody knows her here, and nobody seems to care about her lineage or her reputation. And that has to end.

So while the envy is eating her from the inside out, she'll lash out. Waving her scepter wildly, she attempts to curse whoever's closest, residents and demons alike. It might be devastating, but her imagination is all decidedly fairytale in nature. There's no real wound or harm done. She'll turn food into poisoned apples or send someone into an enchanted sleep. She might make someone age rapidly or turn into a beast. But whatever she does is easily reversible with True Love's Kiss..... Or whatever passes for love in a place like this. Magic isn't as discriminating as it sounds sometimes. And those skilled with magic of their own might notice that she's not entirely skilled with her curse-flinging, aiming wide and missing her mark as often as she catches something. She's only been committing to evil sorcery for about a day and a half. It's the wrong end of the learning curve.]

failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Unsettled)

@setsunam; text

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-08-24 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
you back? get everything sorted?
failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Bummed out)

IV. Arrival: Network post

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-08-24 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
No cops. Pretty sure they'd be the last of our worries.

But haven't seen any of the other stuff you asked for, either. Except, you know, knives in the torture rooms.
failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Chuckle)

Arrival

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-08-24 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Royalty? [His tone is amused, with a thread of confusion, before Setsuna just laughs at her. He gives her gown a full once over, the air about her, and laughs some more. He doesn't answer properly, but yes, he has.]

Just a heads up, no one down here gives a fuck if that's what you are, Princess.
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[personal profile] ideserve 2019-08-24 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The lack of recognition just makes everything worse. She takes in a deep, seething breath.]

Well they should. All of you should! Who are your parents?

[Probably something common.]
failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Cheerful)

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-08-24 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[His are so common. And he's still amused.]

What do my parents have to do with it? You wanna tattle on me?
ideserve: <user name="icarusicons" site=tumblr.com> (now there's a devil on my shoulder)

[personal profile] ideserve 2019-08-24 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Audrey has never encountered a situation where someone's parents aren't relevant to a conversation. What is this....?]

My mother is Aurora. You have heard of Sleeping Beauty, haven't you?

[There. That should set him in his place. He's welcome to start bowing accordingly.]
failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Don't give a fuck)

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-08-24 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She's probably never encountered a brat delinquent who spends most of his time fighting. All this proclamation does is cause Setsuna to shrug. His tone is still very flippant.]

And...? Stuff like that doesn't matter to me. And pretty sure it's not gonna help you much here.

[His tone softens, a fraction.]

Who are you? [He points at her.] That's the part that matters.
ideserve: <user name="moonglowedits" site=tumblr.com> ('cause if I can't have that)

[personal profile] ideserve 2019-08-24 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Delinquents, surely. Brats, absolutely. But fighting just seems so beneath what people can do.]

"And?" What do you mean, "and"??

[There's a shrill edge to her tone.]

Of course it matters who your parents are!! That's how you know how to plan your entire life.

[It might have sent her on a tangent, but the question gives her a reason to focus.]

I'm Audrey. [And clearly, she's of the opinion that that ought to mean something as well.]
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II. what the heck, how bad can this possibly go?

[personal profile] knucklesdirty 2019-08-24 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Francis doesn't look any more thrilled than Lester. He's tall, scruffy blonde hair, and a seeming fondness for the color purple. A bit on the lanky side, but with shoulders that came with using a bow from the time he was old enough to figure which way the arrow went. He cocks his head at the man's words, a slight curl of his lips, though it thins with the announcement of what's expected of them. "Yeah well, killing people doesn't make you special."

Not as if Francis could ever keep his mouth shut, and especially not here, when something about the guy just rubs him the wrong way. On the upside, this guy isn't someone he's got a whole lotta qualms about cutting sins into, though he's a little less thrilled about the concept of the inverse.

Not that he regrets any of his supposed sins; he'd been fighting to survive. It was what it was. But letting this guy carve something into his skin? That's a lot less appealing. He picks up the knife, flipping it in his fingers.

"Well, this is new. Not sure I'm a fan."
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Impmon/Beelzemon | Digimon Tamers

[personal profile] dealwiththedeva 2019-08-24 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
I. Stand Your Ground - Prompt I

Beelzemon is pretty stubborn at first to do chores. As he's quick to tell the demons, he's not a kid, and isn't about to sit there and take orders from them. When one of them tries to whip him, he's quick to snatch it out of their hand. "Mine now," he tells them. Apparently, they decide to try a different tactic, and challenge him to wrangle some of the Hell beasts. Falling for it hook, line, and sinker, Beelzemon immediately goes off to try and help get the beasts back in their enclosures.

For someone of his size and strength, being a nine foot tall creature that's a cross between a demon and a biker with black angelic wings, getting the beasts to move isn't too hard. Right now though, he's faced with an especially stubborn one digging their feet in. He's tugging impatiently on a lead rope. "I've fought bigger and uglier Digimon then you, grumpy. You're gonna move whether you like it or not!" Care to give him a hand?

Later on, he can be found devouring an alarmingly enormous quality of food. He's got atrocious table manners and doesn't bother with utensils, instead just picking things up, and eating them bite by bite. Hey, staying in his present form takes a lot of energy, and since he doesn't have any digital data to currently eat, this will have to do the trick. He might wave at you, pointing to something you're currently about to eat yourself. "What's that?" He's eternally on the hunt for another meal.

II. Reach Up High - Prompt I

[At first, Beelzemon absolutely refuses to do what's being asked of him. Had he been brought some time ago, he would have relished the thought of inflicting pain upon others, especially humans. Not anymore. Nope, he's not doing this, and he doesn't think anything can make him change his mind. That is until he starts seeing the shallow cuts appear on whoever is with him and feel the small sting of them on his own digital flesh. It clearly distresses him greatly.

Without hesitating or explaining what he's doing, the Digimon strips off a glove and rolls the sleeve of his jacket up, revealing a pale grey arm tipped with sharp, inhuman claws.]


Go on. I can take it. [He's both gotten and dealt out a lot worse damage then this. There's even a small ghost of a smirk on his face.] Just pick one that doesn't have a lot of letters. [Indeed, he doesn't cry, wince, or so much as flinch away as the other person cuts him. He might even be making conversation. When it comes time his turn to do the same, there comes a slight problem. It's clear Beelzemon doesn't know how to read, for the cuts he's making are only the most superficial resemblance to the letters he's supposed to be making.]

III. Follow Me Down - Prompt II

Envy has always been a very big problem for the Digimon. It's what had led to most of his sins after all. The jealousy that had consumed him had driven him into a state of madness from which he'd almost been unable to come out of. He would have destroyed everything around him if he could have.

Now it returns. Just a little bit at first, that sharp pang as he wonders why everyone else here is so much better suited to redemption then he is. Why him? Why is he so damn unredeemable? He'll never make it out of this place. No matter what he does, it'll never be enough. Soon enough, that feeling of anger has begun to overwhelm. No matter where he turns, he sees people that clearly think they're better then him. No. If they think that, he'll simply have to show them just how wrong they are!

When it feels like he's had enough, he stops up to the nearest person that's gotten his attention. Grabbing them with one gloved hand, he shoves them up against the nearest wall with a spine-jarring slam, both hands pressed down hard on their shoulders. His three eyes are narrowed in rage. "We need to have a serious talk," he snarls, though the way he says it definitely makes it seem like talking isn't what he wants to do.

This can be quite intimidating considering how much larger he is then a normal human being. His clawed-tipped hands are big enough to crush someone's skull with little to no problem at all, to say nothing of the fact he can transform one of those arms into a literal arm cannon that looks big enough to blow a person into chunky little bits of salsa with a single blow.

IV. Wildcard - Network

[That face on the screen definitely looks demonic with the three bright green eyes and grey skin that peeks out from the helmet covering his head. Just in the background, there's a glimpse of a pair of black feathery wings. There's no mistaking him for human. Perhaps he's one of the demons around here? Well, one wouldn't be far off with that guess considering Beelzemon is a Demon Lord Digimon. His voice when he talks is very loud at top-volume, very fast, and has a distinct Brooklyn accent to it that makes it sound like he just walked off the set of Goodfellas. It soon becomes apparent he's another guest like everyone else.]

HELLLLOOOOOO!!! Is anyone out there? Can you hear me??? [It's likely a deaf man would be able to hear Beelzemon at this point.] I know they said we're supposed to be trapped here, but I mean, c'mon, most worlds have an exit door if ya just look hard enough for it. Anyone given that a go yet?

[He also holds up the piece of parchment with his sins on it and his mood seems to go a little more somber for a moment.] Also can any of you tell me what this says? [Someone never learned to read. The two top sins that can be seen gripped beneath the clawed, gloved hand read 'Murderer' and 'Power-mad', but there's definitely a few more beneath there.]
deaddrop: (bathyphantes approximatus)

text; @widow

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-24 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
That invitation for a drink still good?
dealwiththedeva: (Beelzemon - The Berserker)

III

[personal profile] dealwiththedeva 2019-08-24 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Quit your yappin'! Or rather get a move on it so we can get outta here." The gruff voice, which sounds like it belongs to a Brooklyn mobster from the 70s, actually comes from a being that looks more like it should be one of the demons running the show here. Between the three eyes, nine foot tall frame, dangerous looking claws, and armored tail (what kind of a tail even needs armor?), Beelzemon very much looks like a demon, but he's not. Just a Digimon that's been sentences here like everyone else.

He's sitting on the couch and hogging all the room, though partially that's just because he's so dang large. Beelzemon's got long limbs that aren't proportional to his body like a human's which are sprawling out farther off the couch no matter how much he sinks into it. He looks fairly casual for the moment despite his intimidating appearance, though really, he doesn't want to talk about this just like Lester does. He prefers not to think of all the horrible things he's done in his life.
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[personal profile] clozapine 2019-08-24 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
So, basically, you're telling me to hoard that shit if I can find it?
clozapine: (☉ relaxation)

Pretty damn bad, maybe?

[personal profile] clozapine 2019-08-24 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Lester has poor posture which makes his height and musculature seem less threatening at times, but the thing about him that may actually be scary is how unbothered he is by the whole thing despite this being his first time in such a situation.

"I don't usually like to kill kids, but for you I'll make an exception. That makes you special, princess." According to the rules he doesn't actually need to kill the guy, but he's fairly certain it'd be easier than trying to get him to hold still for the carving part--and it'd be fun. It's been a while since the last time he's killed anyone.

But to get that point he'll need to figure one thing out. "Wanna tell me what your sin list is all about? Gimme the Cliff Notes version. Preferably a short word if it does come to carving. Confess your sins to old Bullseye. I won't judge too bad." The good thing about this is that he can wait for the kid to come at him before trying anything. Sure he could throw his knife into his throat, but that wouldn't be half as enjoyable as choking him out.
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[personal profile] clozapine 2019-08-24 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
Lester doesn't take kindly to his tone, but takes a seat on the far end of the couch where he can manage to find a spot. If they're going to be there for a while, best to be comfortable if he can. He's used to pretty much any variation of the New York accents by now, so he's not letting the huge creature piss in his cheerios. Like hell is he sharing shit about himself or his life.

"If I had a knife from that other room, I'd put you out of your misery so getting out of here wouldn't be an issue for you." he mumbles, crossing his legs and stretching his arms out over the back of the couch casually. Whoever put them up to this couldn't possibly keep them here forever.
burstmodes: (pic#13070956)

prompto argentum / final fantasy xv ( crau - ota )

[personal profile] burstmodes 2019-08-24 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
STAND YOUR GROUND II.
[ it's not like he wants to be here, but anything seems better than that mess of a hotel right now. prompto still isn't quite sure if this is just a different version of duplicity or if he's finally snapped—making sense of it feels impossible. waking up in that room and then finding everything the way it was... there's a weird itch under his skin, so rather than stick around to find out if something happens, he decides to check out the theater. the movies he's not very interested in – must be the themes or the weird animated thing, he's not sure – but the arcade feels like nostalgia and draws him in almost immediately.

he'd never been the best at things like this, obviously, but he thinks they're fun. it's an easy way to forget he's in some sort of hellscape that must be an off-shoot of lies and their messed up ideal of an experiment. and of course, the shooter games draw him in first. the zombies aren't too terrible, and it seems easy enough, killing at least half an hour shooting at the screen and hitting every target without so much as blinking. then, out of the corner of his eye, he catches the movement of someone else in there with him, and he slips up, hitting an innocent bystander with his fake bullet and causing the hoard to swarm too fast for him to kill them all. ]


Aww, man. [ he frowns at the screen, at the gun. shaking his head, he turns around to locate the person he'd seen. ] Hey, you wanna play this? I think it's got a multiplayer level.

[ just calm and casual as can be. ]

WILDCARD I. ( recycled from the last tdm because why not )
[ at least the club scene is pretty familiar—or so he's telling himself.

maybe that's why he gravitates toward it a little easier than most other places, finding that he's a little overdressed when he steps foot inside. but the music and the crowd are generally what he's used to, so he doesn't have a problem navigating through the bodies to find the bar. the drink he has goes down a lot smoother than he remembers, and yet, that doesn't stop him from having another. and half of one more after that. he's pretty relaxed then, a bit too much really, scanning the others inside with him before he decides to take his chances and approach someone. he hadn't done this a whole lot in duplicity unless provoked, but he had a lot more experience now. not only that, he might have gotten a little lonely since his arrival, and even if it isn't the best way to cope, it is an easy way to forget for a little while. so, he puts on a brave face – or hopefully one that doesn't say he's had too much to drink – and smiles at the person he "accidentally" bumps into. ]


Hey. [ oh damn. just play it cool. ] You, uh, come here often?

[ ... and he suddenly remembers why he'd never been any good at this. ]

WILDCARD II. NETWORK
[ the following text shows up without context because... well, frankly, he doesn't know if hell deserves context. but also, he can't just be outright be cruel to anyone no matter how confused he is. and anyway, it's not in him, no matter how much weird or bad things happen. ]

so this is really uh new? for me??
anyone else know of a place called duplicity
or was i just on some year long tour before being dropped here?

also i guess the important question:
what's there to really do around here??


[ even in hell, people are bored. apparently. ]

MISCELLANEOUS
[ open to pretty much anything else as well! if anyone's looking for darker prompts, just let me know and i'll write something up! and a repeat from last tdm: prompto is a crau from duplicity and has been there for almost an entire year! so, sex and bad things happening aren't exactly new to him. he also has experience as both a submissive and a dominant!? his canon point is technically post episode prompto before the end of chapter 13. if you have any questions or wanna discuss things, just pm me or hit me up over @ [plurk.com profile] overcasts ]
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[personal profile] gracefullytall 2019-08-24 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
and hell is normal for the rest of us is it?
little piece of advice, boyo, make nice with the guy in charge.

apparently there’s a demon down at the bar lookin for blond twinks
talking about calling him daddy cool while he bends you over

you could do that

what do you call an embarrassed devil?
gracefullytall: ithika @ hollow art (25)

text; un: imimmortal

[personal profile] gracefullytall 2019-08-24 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
heard you get embarrassed easily, shy-tan.
Edited 2019-08-24 14:46 (UTC)
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a crau reunion wildcard for you

[personal profile] devilbreak 2019-08-24 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's been a shitty time for him so far. He's not doing well in this place. Sure Duplicity was awful, but at least he had people there he knew, and was used to all the ways in which it was awful. Worst part was he still had that black line running down his throat and disappearing into the collar of his jacket. Submissive mark and no Dominant to serve anymore. Freedom would have been great only the person he'd been liberated from his contract with was his boyfriend, so yeah. Shit sucks.

He's passing decent time fighting demons, but they outnumber him a ridiculous amount. By the time he's shoved into a room and the door is locked he's got cuts, scrapes, and bruises from incessant scrapping with demons. One can take the demons from the demon hunter but you can't take the demon hunter out of the man once you put him in hell.]


Open this goddamn door if you know what's good for you!!

[His anger keeps him from noticing there's someone else in the room, but what does stop him from repeatedly slamming his fist against the door is the voice in his head. It freaks him out enough that he pulls out his sword and looks around the room for some physical entity to attack. Instead he sees Prompto, and drops his Red Queen on the ground.]

I'm gonna be so pissed off if I'm dreaming..
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[personal profile] burstmodes 2019-08-24 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
well i dunno
most people have probably been here longer than me so...
just asking to be asking i guess?

haha no thanks i'll pass
but uh i appreciate the offer


[ he squints at the last question. ]

not sure dude
tell me and i hope it's a good pun
burstmodes: (pic#13070960)

[personal profile] burstmodes 2019-08-24 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ unlike nero, he hadn't known what to do when he'd shown up. sure, he could have thrown a fit and fought every step of the way, but nothing good has ever come out of fighting, though he does shove back against the people who toss him into this room. until they're gone, and he's alone, spending several long minutes trying to get out through the door before checking the opposite side of the room and only looking back when it opens again to shove someone else inside with him. at first, he doesn't acknowledge them too much, not when he thinks he might have a way out, but that voice

he lifts his head and turns sharply, sucking in a breath.

no way. no way, no way, no way, no freaking way. ]


Nero? [ his name is soft, hesitant because he's not sure he's hallucinating either, but... this has to be real, right? it can't be some messed up thing he's dreamed about. could it? he takes a step forward, eyes dropping to look at the sword and then back up to his face. ] You're seriously here?

[ whatever, he's just going to risk it. without much preamble, he's across the room in a shot, throwing his arms around him and squeezing him so tight that his own body seems to ache with the pressure. maybe he's a little emotional about it too, but he doesn't care. he's not alone, and that, more than anything, means so much to him that he can't speak, burying his face against his shoulder. ]

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