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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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 hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. 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 becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table 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 one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they 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

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

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

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull.

One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell.

And you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential kinks.

Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

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[ Okay WHO IS SHE CALLING A BANDIT!! He can dig the incredibly dangerous part though because it's totally true. Yeah. ]

[ Squalo's not particularly interested or excited at first -- it's some tiny woman with a weird haircut, and while the Varia isn't as traditional as most families, they still have that "Be A Gentleman, Unless She's An Enemy" drilled into them at least somewhat. ]

[ Then he sees her list and whoa, it's probably taller than she is. Maybe looks can be deceiving, even if all the good stuff is mostly prefaced with "Assisted". ]

How about you throw a knife at the list and we'll tackle the one it hits.

[ He's still grinning, his mood clearly improving. ]

Or -- do you wanna go first?

[ Because the Hair Bandit is fucking Courteous, ]

[ Look. A zillion counts of murder and vandalism and maiming and general terrible behaviour? Bandit. Possibly the banditiest of all bandits that ever existed, judging by that rap sheet. Angel is pretty sure they could paper the walls of the room with it if they tried. Or at least make a really impressive papier mache sculpture?

Anyway, right, he's. Talking. In full sentences, which is admittedly pretty weird for a bandit. Points in his favour, even if he's still kind of terrifying. ]

I guess that would work-- whoa, first?

[ She yelps a bit, and her attempt at throwing the knife falls pretty flat as it just kind of thuds into the list where it's curled past her feet. Go first? Okay, yeah, it makes sense that she'd have to give up a story too, she guesses, but. It's very presumptuous of him to just presume, isn't it? ]

...Erm. I mean - no, you go first? Since this was your idea and all.

[ Look at her trying to seem assertive. Bless. Time to see what story the knife picked out I guess, ]

[ Okay but he's not setting himself on fire or yelling about ripping the flesh or salting the wounds, clearly that should count for something. ]

[ Also, yes, look at all this eloquence and decent fashion sense and CLEAN HAIR. ]

I meant cutting me up, but if you insist.

[ He glances down and bends to pick up the knife. It's fallen sort of skewily but the point had landed, surprisingly of all things, on POSSESSION OF FAKE ID TO BYPASS AGE RESTRICTIONS. ]

Hey, think I remember this one! Where do you want it?

[ Because he's going to cheerfully share his fond memories while carving it into her flesh. obviously. ]

[ He's not doing any of those things... yet. But also he's clearly able to, like, read, which is another thing that bandits typically don't do? So maybe she's mistaken. Maybe he's more like a vault hunter, even though he doesn't really look like one of those either. They're also pretty lawless, right, so oH GOD WHAT. ]

Oh god what.

[ oH gOD whAt. Okay, no, definitely a bandit. 100% bandit. Only bandits would be this eager to get started with the cutting. Crap. Crap! Darn.

Angel mentally flails for a few seconds, then just. Shrugs. Okay. Well, it's going to happen anyway, isn't it? And while her dad was full of shit on a whole range of subjects, she feels like his assertions that you should never show fear in front of a bandit was pretty legit. ]

I mean... Iunno. My - my back, I guess? Below my collar? So no one will see. And, uh. You're gonna write as small as you can, right? Because that's... quite the mouthful.

[ THANKS, BOTCHED KNIFE THROW!! ]

[ Bandits, Vault Hunters, aren't they all really basically the same? The latter just have cooler weapons most of the time. ]

[ Also it's totally legit advice. She just rolls with it and Squalo feels his sadistic glee dimming a little. ]

Yeah, and my handwriting's pretty big. It'll probably take up your whole back.

[ her whole TINY back gosh he probably has notebooks bigger than her, ]

[ he motions at the list with his knife. ]

You can have one reroll if you like. I'm feeling chivalrous.

[ curiously enough, his extensive list doesn't seem to have "lying" on it at all. If there's one or two instances somewhere, it's always followed with "by ommission". ]

[ Look. Look. Vault hunters also tend to have the bare minimum of impulse control to mean they can be reasoned with and/or manipulated. It's a very important distinction. And maybe this guy qualifies despite his distinctly bandity aura? "Chivalrous" is a pretty big word for one of them to use, after all. So much so that she can't help but raise an eyebrow. ]

Mmmhmm. You're a regular knight in shining armour, huh.

[ IMMEDIATE REGRET. Did she just sass a bandit? Friendly sass, but still. She quickly turns her attention back to the list. ]

Can I just. Choose, this time? A short one? Theft, maybe, if you have it? Or murder, that wouldn't be too bad. And you, uh, clearly have a heck of a lot of that option. Business or pleasure?

[ That might help a little with the vault hunter versus bandit question. Mmmmaybe. ]

Oh, I'm not a "regular" anything.

[ Said with a wiiide grin and while turning the knife playfully between his fingers. Marvel at him, weird girl, you don't see a piece of ass (and hair) this fine often. Like, ever. ]

[ ...okay but is possible bandit flirting better or worse than what she expected in return for sassing is the question. ]

But that's boring.

[ He sighs, picks up Angel's knife, then stabs it into the list at a random number of "murder". Sorry, starting with "theft" is just fucking weak, even though he's got enough of that as well. Maybe later. ]

[ He steps behind her and tries to tug the collar of her shirt slash space dress down. Look how well he listens! There's also an unmistakable grin that could actually pass for a happy smile on his face, if it weren't, you know, for the context. ]

You know what they say, love what you do and you won't work a day in your life.

[ bOTH??? ]

[ Oh, please. Like she's about to marvel at some lowlife even if his hair is pretty much the most amazing she's ever seen! As if there's any universe anywhere where that could happen. God.

Meaning possible bandit flirting is definitely worse, mainly because is that flirting? Or is she just being weird? Yeah, she's being a weirdo. No sane person would think this was an appropriate venue for that kind of thing.

She still gets a bit flustered, though, because of course she does. Good job, Angel. ]

Right, I'm, uh, sure you aren't. Uh, aren't any kind of regular, I mean. Because, um, your list speaks for itself, doesn't i-- hey!

[ NNNNOPE. She's somehow not expecting the tugging at her dress, and skitters a few steps away in alarm. It also makes her look back at him and spot the fucking smile, which pretty much settles things. BANDIT. UNDENIABLY A BANDIT. DANGER DANGER DANGER. ]

--er. Just. I'll do that bit. I don't wanna risk it getting ripped.

[ YES THAT'S TOTALLY THE BIGGEST CONCERN HERE. She makes good on what she said, though, and unzips the dress halfway down. There. ]

Remember, as - as small as you can, please.

[ and don't enjoy it TOO much, you weirdo ]

[ give it time, gurl ]

[ Either way, Squalo doesn't seem ruffled by the lack of fawning in the slightest. Instead he just looks pleased with her agreeing, and then oh. ]

[ The fabric slips from his fingers -- he's not holding on that hard -- and she backs away from him, and he gives her a raised-eyebrow Look, because didn't you fucking hear The Voice Of Satan instruct them pretty clearly on what they should do? It might be in their best interests not to find out what "encouragament" means. ]

[ Angel should know. She's turned off oxygen to an entire space station as "encouragement" before. ]

[ Her explanation apparently is reasonable to Undeniably Bandit, because good clothes can be hard to come by and all, so he kindly lets her ]

[ half-undress? That's a nice back. Nice skin, even. ]

[ He presses the tip of the knife into it somewhere around her shoulderblade. ]

I'll make my best effort. [ It kind of feels like adding m'lady here would be right but he's not that far gone into straight white boys land yet. ] Might not even scar.

[ An almost deliberately slow vertical slicelet marking the beginning of "M". Hope she doesn't move too much. ]

[ Ohhh heck. That sure is a knife pressing into her back, huh. This is really happening, then. Okay. That's fine. It's not like Angel is scared of pain, or anything? Not after the shock collar and the eridium overdose. Yeah, this'll be a cakewalk. ]

AHH--!

[ OR NOT. Turns out that while being cut into doesn't hurt as much as electric shocks do, the hurt is different enough that she lets out a gaspy little scream despite herself.

She's also immediately mortified about it. She doesn't move too much beyond her shoulders tensing, though, so there's that? It seems like a good idea for her to busy her hands by pulling nervously at her own hair, though. Just to make sure she isn't too tempted to slap his hands away.

(She's still a little tempted, obviously. I mean, come on.) ]

Geez, um, sorry - not scarring would be, uh, appreciated. Thanks.

[ Did she just thank a FREAKING BANDIT for poking at her with a knife. Is this a real thing that's happening. ]

[ no, she just thanked a FREAKING BANDIT for carving her with a knife ]

Did that hurt?

[ somehow, he sounds less sympathetic and more amused. ]

[ maybe he should go for cursive. something pretty. ]

[ With some swift wrist motions (it's leviosaaaaa) he finishes the "M", curls an "U" and starts working on the "R". ]

This one was rather boring. A hit in Bahamas. One of the crime lords in Florida was getting too uppity, so we waited for him to get out of his stronghold. It was ruled as a lethal shark attack. [ He chuckles to himself. It wasn't exactly untrue, except the shark was definitely unnatural. ] I enjoyed the trip, though. The beaches are lovely.

[ Hey, he promised stories, so you're getting them. ]

[ Did that hurt? Is he mocking her? Wow. She straightens up a little, feigning offense, and tries to act like she was just sweeping her hair to one side instead of tugging on it for comfort. Totally convincing. ]

No, you just startled me. You think I can't take worse pain than this? Please.

[ Probably not the most sensible thing to say to a bandit, but. Her pride, tho. And at least she has the story as a distraction now, even if some of the terms are a little befuddling. ]

...Iunno those things. Florida and... Bamanas. Are they planets? Local gangs? I kinda already called you murdering a bandit king or two, though. Did you, um, inherit his position after? Or do the traditional no survivors only corpses thing.

[ Oh, Angel. But look, she's genuinely interested! And even perking up a little. No more painful gasps or anything. ]

Of course.

[ The knife dips in just a tad deeper on the curled part of "D" as he watches for her reaction. The first three letters are bleeding, but he's held true to his word and kept them as shallow as possible. ]

[ He likes that pride, alright. He just has to make sure it's not all talk. There's so many people with bark and no bite. ]

They're places. Lots of sun, lots of sand, picture blue sea. [ That probably sounds familiar enough aside from the large quantities of water. ] Skipped your geography lessons?

[ He finishes the "D" with a quick vertical stroke, then proceeds to do the "E" really goddamn slowly. ]

Not this time. [ Does that mean he's murdered someone for their position before? Stay tuned to find out. ] He was replaced by someone more agreeable. That was all we needed. All our contractor needed, technically. I just did the job.

[ The job that is, apparently, deleting people and getting $$$ for it. ]

[ There's barely any reaction at all as he digs in further. Angel does bite her lip a little, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's in pain! Geez. She could be thinking very hard about the vivid mind picture being painted by Hair Bandit. Or she could be HOPELESSLY AROUSED.

It's probably not that last one. ]

Didn't have geography lessons, but I'm pretty sure those aren't places on Pandora anyway. They sound too - too fancy.

[ OH HE'S BEING SLOW ON PURPOSE HUH. SHE SEES HOW IT IS. That only makes her even more determined not to react, obviously. Man she sure is having a lovely polite conversation with this JERKASS BANDIT, ]

Oh, you're a mercenary! [WHICH IS BASICALLY A BANDIT.] I guess that makes sense! Your rap sheet still seems a little long, though? I'm kinda impressed, I guess, not many mercs seem to live long enough to get that much, uh. Experience.

[ Damn it. ]

Pandora?

[ Elaborate, please. He's vaguely familiar with the name from myth -- you don't live in the heart of former Roman Empire and not know shit about it -- but he's certainly never heard it to describe a place before. ]

[ Her reaction is acceptable. He'll proceed with significantly less fucking around. ]

Close enough. [ A bit more laws involved, considering they were part of the mafia, but the essence is similar enough that he's not going to provide more details. Instead he smirks widely again. ] I liked keeping busy.

[ ~~sorry, little squalo~~ ]

Mmhmm. One of the border worlds? Crappy environment and incredibly savage locals, but rich in resources. If you were ever hired by Atlas or Dahl, you might have heard it referred to as "that craphole." Er - excuse my language. Sorry.

[ She actually blushes. Because she said craphole. While quoting other people. H O P E L E S S. It's keeping her mind off the carving, though, so. ]

And, um, I suppose I can admire your work ethic? It certainly explains why you seem to have been a popular choice for, uh. Certain jobs. How'd you fake a shark attack, though? On the, uh, bandit lord target??

[ ~~NEXT TIME FOR SURE!~~ ]

Can't say that rings a bell. Is it one of those -- alternate realities kind of thing?

[ Now that he has some experience with, ]

[ also please note how he doesn't even seem to notice the language she feels inclined to be excused for. 'craphole', really, are they in first grade ]

Hey, I'm pretty crafty with a sword.

[ That's true. He was able to make his targets look like victims of a wild beast mauling long before he got his hands on Alo. But in this case; ]

I also have a shark.

[ THAT EXPLAINS IT, ]

Uhhhh. Not as far as I know. What planet are you from? One of the inners?

[ Are alternate realities even a thing? They sound pretty fake. Like something from science fiction or the animes. RIDICULOUS.

He definitely has her attention with Swordchat, though. Weapons! Something she can relate to!!

Not that she wants to relate to any bandits or anything. B-baka. ]

Swords? What kind? The ancient ones or, like, digistructed blades and stufyou have a shark what.

[ WHAT ]

[ WHAT ]

What planet am I WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?!

[ At least he doesn't accidentally stab her during the outburst? That second R sure is a bit deeper again though. She might have a D R scarred into her back now. So many possibilities. ]

[ Okay, wait, breathe. Surely if there is such an universilly bullshit reality as Hell, not to mention he's very aware time travel is possible -- ]

...does "Earth" tell you anything?

[ Haha he's. Done with the word but still holding the knife. There's a small urge to lick his handiwork, but one does not know what blood borne diseases someone from, apparently, Planet of Bandits could carry, so he'll pass. ]

Wow, language. It's a completely reasonable one??

[ She'd love to add "YOU WEIRDO," but. He's still the one holding the knife. She settles for just looking at him incredulously over her shoulder instead. ]

Though, uh, Earth explains a lot, I guess. Isn't that place tapped out of pretty much everything by now? Assuming it's the same Earth. One of the origin planets? Lots of memes? Birthplace of Tom Cruise and Taylor Swift?

[ Is he done? He must be if he's stopping, right? She'll just. Wait a minute to zip up. The area is already sore as heck, so it's probably best not to make it any worse. ]

[ Yeah well he's returning that incredulous look now and is about to take the knife to her back again but she's zipping up wow that's just rude. ]

[ Why the hell is she talking about Tom Cruise and Taylor Swift are they currently cruising (heh) in space on some kind of interdimensional entertainment ship more importantly why the fuck would some two clowns even matter? ]

I... guess? That's some weirdly specific shit you're aware of?

Hey, knowing weirdly specific sh-- weird, um - weird specific junk beats knowing nothing! If you came from somewhere significant I'd know more. Geez.

[ Look I can't remember where I read it but it's 100% canon that Tom Cruise is somehow still alive in the fuckoff future ok. And everyone knows Angel's dad is the biggest T-Swift fan to have ever lived. These are completely reasonable facts to know? GOD.

I mean. She smiles in the sweetest and most innocent way she can muster before holding her hand out for the knife. ]

My turn, I think? My list isn't... quite as robust as yours, but at least it's pretty diverse. So you have plenty to choose from! Most of the options are, um. Kinda lengthy, though. Sorry.

[ Lying and betrayal are probably the shortest. The assisted whatever-cides slot somewhere in the middle, and then at the higher end of the scale you have esoteric shit like opening gifts before mercenary day and hacking through ECHOnet parental control filters to access content of an immoral or otherwise sketchy nature. The latter might be a wee bit too long to carve into someone's skin, though. ]

[ Yeah haha he's just going to stab her a little bit. ]

[ Above the neckline, though, he's a gentleman enough not to ruin her dress like that. ]

"Somewhere significant?" It's the only planet with fucking life!

[ ...he thinks? news headlines aren't always too informative about recent scientific breakthroughs but he's pretty sure something like aliens would have been mentioned. ]

[ ALSO WOW SOME OF THOSE SENTENCES ARE TOO LONG TO EVEN READ WTF ]

Hey!! What the f-- the heck-- what was that for?!

[ Honestly she should probably be kicking up more of a fuss about being the victim of a mini stabbing, but. It seems silly to protest too much after the whole carving thing, doesn't it?

(It doesn't. Angel what the actual fuck is wrong with you.)

So she just gives Hair Bandit a hurt little look, unfolds her wings and hovers in the air just far enough to be out of reach. Probably. Unless someone feels like expending the effort for anime bullshit today, I guess. ]

Only planet, my butt! Most of the border worlds do, Pandora included? And there's Hera, and Demophon, and Edens three-through-six, and Promethea, and a whole bunch of others even if you only count planets in our galaxy! Are you high? On - on bandit drugs??

[ THE WORST KINDS OF DRUGS, CLEARLY ]

[ Holy shit she's FLYING. Unfortunately he's seen Mammon fly enough times that he doesn't drop the knife or anything, but he certainly sort of stares at her wingalings as she hovers away from him. Some kind of Flames? Some kind of Other Planet bullshit? The fuck is this. ]

[ Luckily, he prefers to stay away from anime bullshit unless necessary, so Angel isn't getting rammed by any sharks for now. ]

Yeah, see, I can tell your mouth's moving [ he does that infuriating yap yap gesture with his free hand ] but no real words are coming out.

helloooooo

new phone who dis,

wow

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distinctly bandity aura im cryin

is she wrong!!

nope 100% correct and true

AS ALWAYS

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