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TEST DRIVE MEME #13

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, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.

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


Welcome to My Nightmare
Familiar whispers are starting among the demons of Hell yet again! The big carnival is happening soon and it's going to be even bigger than before. Apparently the clowns are out, but special guests are in!

The names Bellas Mammon, and Verinne float around excitedly. Something about the angel is spat about with less enthusiasm from time to time. If the demons are pressed for additional information they'll just say that if the carnival guests are pleased, Hell is in for a grand expansion.

If asked how the carnival guests are to be pleased the demons will simply laugh and tell sinners not to worry. So, new denizen of Hell, guess what! Even with such little information to go on, you get to help the demons get everything ready for the upcoming event. Exciting!


Prompt I: We Built This City
WARNINGS: mentions of violence and drugs

Within the gates of our lovely Penance community a large portion of the area is currently in the process of being cleared away. Demons will be grabbing unsuspecting sinners and dragging them into the process without a care of whether they want to help or not. Sinners will work clearing charred debris, constructing stands, cleaning up dilapidated buildings, stringing lights and other decorations, and more.

Curiously, the only things that seem to be off-limits are rides and games, just like the last time. Hands off, buddy. Those are a surprise.

Unfortunately for all the guests involved, it seems like the demons are very serious about their role as supervisor. Cracking the whip isn't just a figure of speech is what we’re saying. If they catch anyone slacking off they will be punished accordingly. A swift hit, a hard shove, a good lashing with the whip for those who are particularly naughty. They may even just crack it if they think a sinner isn't working as fast or as hard as they could.

Well, now you know how serious they're taking this. After all, there's so much work to be done and such little time.

That said, the demons aren't entirely heartless. Just before a sinner collapses from exhaustion or dehydration, they'll be allowed to go treat themselves to some sandwiches and water. There's also an energy drink available simply called Speed Bull.

Knowing Hell, the 'healthy vitamins and minerals' contained in it are probably just code for actual speed. Ah, well, at least it keeps you going. Might want to be careful though. Drinking too many will lead you to, well, die (again). Might not be permanent, but isn’t fun or productive!

Those sinners who are especially resistant or otherwise naughty while constructing booths and other carnival necessities will find themselves put on porta potty duty. Arguably the worst duty of all, and they just might find themselves compelled to do so even if they hate it.

Other areas the guests will be able to help with include the tunnel of love, pens for a petting zoo, and the fun house, but they may not want to gaze into the mirrors too long...


Prompt II: The Maze of Mirrors
WARNINGS: mentions of mental health, addiction, violence, and sex

Those lucky enough to get a glimpse at the carnival’s fun house will notice an incomplete room full of mirrors. There’s no demons around cracking whips at the moment and there’s something about it that just feels like it’s calling to you. It’s clearly unfinished and they likely need some help, right? Might as well investigate.

If guests choose to enter this room, they will soon discover it's far larger than it seemed at first glance. Stranger yet, the room is a maze that seems to shift and change with every corner you turn. Didn’t you just enter from that direction? Well, looks like it’s a dead end now. Guess you’ll have to find another way out.

The longer someone stays trapped in this maze of mirrors the more they start to feel different. Sinners begin to change mentally and emotionally into their darkest nature. All the secret parts of themselves that they try to hide from everyone come rushing to the surface and this can also be actual secrets themselves!

Do you struggle with anger? Depression? Been holding yourself together by a thread for too long? Actually afraid of everything? Recovered addict? Jealous of that bitch Stacey? Itching to just murder someone? Maybe you’re a bit of a nymphomaniac or a compulsive liar. Perhaps you’ve been holding back on saying what’s really on your mind to some people or maybe you have a deep secret that’s itching to get out and you don’t care who hears it... like that one time you left someone to die, or when cheated on your significant other with their sibling.

Well good sinner, now feels like a great time to clear the air! Let people know who you really are. There might be someone else stuck in there with you who you can kill, or fuck, or yell all the things you’ve wanted to say to them (or just say in general) but haven’t. If not? Good thing there’s a network in Hell, and the reception seems to be excellent today.

This maddening desire to reveal secrets and become that which is often hidden grows stronger the longer a person remains in the maze of mirrors.

There are two ways someone can be brought back to their more normal selves: either by the acceptance and forgiveness from another person resulting in immediate relief, or by finally finding a way out. Although it may linger a few hours after exit until finally all returns to normal.




Something in the Air Tonight

Prompt I: Something In The Air
WARNINGS: mentions of body horror transformations

After everyone's fun time spent in the mental asylum earlier in the month, it looks as though the monster business isn’t quite done and over with. Perhaps sinners missed taking care of a small scratch or maybe the taint has just spread some other way, but sinners (old and new alike) may find themselves beginning to change, physically.

It may start out simple enough. An ache or a pain that could be blamed on a long day of construction or sleeping on the lumpy, uncomfortable beds, but it will soon progress. Fingernails may fall out as fingers turn to claws, legs may start melting together until a sinner is left with something that looks decidedly snake-like. It may feel like one's body is attempting to tear itself apart only to leave them with slimy tentacles.

Eventually, affected sinners might start to even think differently. Whether their physical mutations are big or small, are specific to one animal or several, or are the variety of horrific unidentified monsters from someone’s worst nightmare, the affected may begin to lose their higher state of consciousness for something more primal and animalistic.

Don't worry, Lucifer will reassure you all that this is only a temporary state of being! They’re working on getting everyone back to normal as we speak, so in the meantime just… try to enjoy it. It’s not all that bad, is it?


Prompt II: They Did The Monster Smash (nsfw)
WARNINGS: continued mentions of body horror

While under this transformation, some sinners may feel an innate desire for a night of debauchery. Whatever their monstrous state is, they find themselves wandering into the sex portion of the night club. While the mutations may be as small as claws and teeth, those experiencing it will also find themselves with an insatiable need to breed.

As the night goes on, people will find themselves more than just physically affected and begin displaying the following characteristics:

Alpha
  • Traditionally strong and dominant types. They are protective and extremely jealous once they’ve found a mate.
  • It is not uncommon for Alpha’s to fight over their chosen Omega with other Alphas.
  • When next to an omega in heat, they may enter into a rut state where their main concern will be claiming and mating with their chosen partner.
  • Ruts will send alphas into an extreme frenzy and cause them to be very aggressive.
  • They will be overwhelmed with the desire to dominate and have sex.

    When an Alpha is close to climax, their genitals will swell and knot or entrap their partner in order to further ensure breeding. This swelling locks two people together for up to thirty minutes. During this period, it is not possible to pull apart from one another and may result in several rounds of intercourse. Keep in mind, however, that the more sex you engage in the longer it will take for the swelling to ease.

    Omega
  • Traditionally submissive types who aim to please. They are physically inferior to alphas and have an innate urge to be claimed and possessed.
  • When in heat, omegas experience fevers that can be dangerous if allowed to rise. The only cure for this is an orgasm.
  • Heats may last up to three days. During this time period, omegas will be insatiable. So much so it might become painful the longer they don’t mate.
  • They will be drawn towards the strongest alpha. Omegas put off a scent that will attract mates, particularly during heat, that often encourages alphas to fight for the right to breed with them among other alphas.
  • Bites to the neck may calm a feisty omega, but keep in mind that this may also cause a mating bond with them.
  • Omega’s during heat often become extremely self-lubricated.

    Both Alpha and Omega may experience intense lasting orgasms with excessive amounts of cum to further ensure breeding. If an Omega cannot find a suitable mate they will find themselves incapable of satiation. Nothing is enough until a mate is found and even then, heat might hit them again soon after climax.

    There’s another category, the Beta. These are those who aren’t really affected either way. Some of these patrons are still experiencing physical mutations but don’t seem to have the same heat and desire to breed. Others might not even be physically changed at all.

    This can make things a little bit awkward, though. Especially when even the succubi and incubi are affected along with other demonic staff and guests. They may be eagerly dragging people, staff and sinners alike, off for a rough breeding session.

    Of course, because it’s a sex club there’s plenty of other things to do. As always, no guest is safe from the potential of being dragged on stage for a demo or two. There are plenty of rooms with various themes for your delight including all sorts of toys and fucking machines. Anything you could imagine, really!

    More information on what to find in the sex club here.


    IMPORTANT NOTE: The mods recognize that abo is considered a slur against aboriginal peoples in Australia. It is important to us that we recognize this and clarify that such a term outside of alpha/beta/omega context is harmful and uncool. Stay groovy, and have fun!


    Wildcard
    Not looking for debauchery or looking for a different kind? That’s alright! The club itself has plenty of other options such as a separate side explicitly for dancing. Drink up, maybe do a few lines, and dance the night away. There’s also a spa, a pool, a library, and all sorts of other areas for your character to explore now that they’re in hell.

    You can find more information on the various locations here





    Misc.
    Hey, guys! Welcome to our new TDM for the June 1st app round! As always, feel free to jump right on in, potential appers and current members alike! This TDM counts as an additional game event, as well as game canon for those coming into the game. Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below!

    If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.


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    [personal profile] middlefinger 2020-05-28 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
    Wynonna's probably a bad influence for anyone who intends on staying any version of sober. She tends to drink whiskey like it's water, and it's only been worse since she's shown up in hell.

    But she slows down some around other people, as talking (or not talking, as the case often is) gives her something to do other than wallow in her own misery.

    "To the bar it is, then."
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    [personal profile] defaulthawke 2020-05-28 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
    Garrett moans roughly at the sweet sounds Barry makes, tilting his hips for that angle that always makes Barry's toes curl. He burns with a sweeter kind of heat at the knowledge that he's pleasing his mate, making Barry feel good. It's important, it's how this is meant to go- Garrett holds him down and takes him, and Barry loves it. It means nothing if Barry doesn't love it.

    "Good," he almost laughs, tripping clumsily over a moan. "Because I'm pretty sure that's what's going to happen."

    If this is anything like the lockdown on Zhautas. Maker, it feels like it- it's the same wild ecstasy they felt then in their actions, raw instinct calling from the deeps of their natures for a single simple goal to which everything else falls short. He can feel it in the simplicity of their joining, how gloriously alive Garrett feels to move deep inside Barry, the world melting away in a kind of savage purity.

    He's joined with his mate. That's all that matters.

    Those first few strokes go slow and hard, as if to pin Barry down with his cock and remind the omega of his place, but soon he needs more. Garrett's hands curl huge and clawed around Barry's hips as he gives in to a deep, driving rhythm, breath stopped in his lungs at how tight and hot Barry is around him.

    "You need this, don't you?" he asks, hungry for an answer he already knows. "My cock inside you. No one else can fuck you like I can."
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    [personal profile] carrytheshield 2020-05-28 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [Bucky notices the way that Dodger appears without that tell-tale flare of embers this time. Interesting, and it makes him curious, although he's not in much of a position to investigate. Instead, he takes in the change to his eyes, and how his teeth are even sharper, and the tail that keeps wagging against the water's surface.]

    Brat. [Bucky huffs, but it's good-natured for the most part, although one of his tentacles slides up to flick against him more playfully than anything. He's rather accustomed to people showing up without notice, whether it was Clint or Natasha or Wolverine. Steve's security hadn't been the best and Bucky had never seemed to quite be able to fix it.] But I like the puppy ears, they suit you.

    [The tentacles are jet black, almost like they're made out of shadows, leaves Bucky feeling more like a monster than an animal. But at least he's escaped the urges that seemed to be floating around the sex club so far. Instead Dodger just had Bucky with a new set of appendages, his skin black along his hips where it turned into the long tentacles that shifted under the water's surface.

    He was half-tempted to drag Dodger into the water with him, but he shoves the urge down. He's naked in the water, though. Only wears a chain necklace with three interlocked rings and a purple leather bracelet on the wrist that's skin and bone. Mementos he can't quite bring himself to set aside, not that he talks about them much.]
    I think I liked having legs better, though.
    unpocoloco: (NSFW Cry out)

    [personal profile] unpocoloco 2020-05-28 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
    He's not surprised he goes unrecognized. Even his voice sounds different in this form-- this combined form, where long hair drapes under his horns, soft lips in contrast with sharp teeth. He's more surprised by the fury of Garret's swipe, the power in that snarl and the heat of the fire. Surprised and terribly turned on by it.

    His hands go up, reaching for Garret's neck. His back hits the wall and he whimpers. He can't take it. It's so nice to be protected. To be wanted.

    "Gracias. Gracias. I don't want them. Please. Will you touch me?" He asks in that softer voice. "Please."

    His head is spinning with how fevered he feels. He's starting to ache inside. He hasn't been touched in this form for some time, but he's never been touched by someone he wants.

    He hopes to high heaven that's going to change.
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    [personal profile] noassgardian 2020-05-28 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
    One of Billy's hands slides down to grab at John's leg and push it up for a better angle. He's right-- he can't really control the urge to move, to fuck John again and again until they're both entirely spent. There's a low, rumbling noise that leaves his throat as he starts to move, a sharp snap of his hips forward as he finds a rhythm.

    Constantine is hot, tight around him, and honestly... the way he looks spread out under Billy? He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.
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    [personal profile] faithfulson 2020-05-28 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
    Luke let out an amused snort at that.

    "I was thinking along the lines of the source of it all, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to be specific."

    The last part, though... he wasn't sure at what point Trilla was from. Definitely before he left Tatooine, but he wasn't sure how much before. Considering she seemed to both hold this Cal person in high regard and very much aware of her death... well, he could guess.

    "Vader," he murmured softly, suddenly very aware of the extra weight of a certain thing hidden in his boot.
    faithfulson: (What do you mean I saw the future?)

    [personal profile] faithfulson 2020-05-28 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
    Luke nodded absently; getting somewhere where he could at least clean off the blood on his face would probably help toward calming down. He took a deep breath to attempt to steady himself, at least a little, before moving to take a step... but his legs were refusing to cooperate. His knees buckled and he fell, just barely throwing the Force out before him in time to brace himself from landing hard on the ground.
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    [personal profile] faithfulson 2020-05-28 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
    Luke let out a curious noise at his name being called, his senses dragging his attention to a young woman nearby. He didn't recognize her, had no idea why she would be referring to him as a master, but something about her felt familiar, in the same what that Dagobah had felt familiar to him. His head tilted curiously as he took her in, very aware of how brilliant her presence in the Force was, before he finally abandoned his work to approach her.

    The demon, of course, had something to say about it, cursing at him and rearing back to use his whip again, but a casual flick of his hand and the weapon was wrapping around the creature instead, sending him tumbling to the ground. A couple other demon heads turned, but they were too busy laughing at the other one to pay him much mind.

    "Do I know you?" he asked softly once he was closer to the woman, studying her face as if that would help jog his memory. Even as he said it, though, the question didn't feel right. "Will I know you?"
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    [personal profile] smokedout 2020-05-28 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [Dodger grins, but he can't help the gasp that escapes when that tentacle flicks against him. He already loved the sight of them, the feeling is something else. And he wants more.]

    Maybe I should cut it all off, see what grows back in.

    [He reaches a clawed hand into the water, but not to go through with his threat. Just to run his fingers over the smooth skin, to take a tentacle in his hands and let it slowly slide out of his grasp. It's something new, even if there's something... familiar, almost the way that Bucky is.

    His nose has started bleeding, but he doesn't seem to notice.
    ]

    Did you think I could do something about this, or did you just want company?
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    [personal profile] conjobs 2020-05-28 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    John sounds as needy and turned on as he looks and feels, wet and hot and tight and insatiably hard. Grabbing onto his cock, he rolls his head back and jerks himself off a bit - not too aggressively because it almost hurts to touch himself - but enough to get him clenching each time Billy rams all the way inside him.

    The one good thing - beyond feeling fan-fucking-tastic - about this is that he's so lost in the moment, he isn't bothered by the uncertainties and the frustrations and the listlessness that plagued him when he got broken out of the asylum. It's just this pit of aching need that needs to be filled.
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    [personal profile] superdick 2020-05-28 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
    That's... quite the leap. He wasn't really suggesting anything, yet. Not that hunting down a couple of demons and showing them some real hell is the worst idea he's heard all day.

    "Well, if you'd been thinking about the long run, you wouldn't have gone out of your way to piss them off in the first place."

    It's probably the smug dickhead thing to say, but he states it without a great deal of judgment, more as a matter of fact. He knows that she's smart enough to know it was fucking stupid, strategically-speaking. And yet, she did it anyway.

    The thing is, Homelander is slowly coming to realize that long run here might be... pretty fucking long. He's still clinging hard to the notion of tearing the whole place down, of getting to the man behind the curtain, whoever it may be, and ripping his heart out. But it might take a while. Until then, this place isn't going to stop fucking with them, hurting them, sticking its ugly, salt-rubbed fingers in their wounds. They could really use some kind of stress management system.

    Alcohol might numb things out, but it doesn't work great in the long run, either.

    He nudges his head towards the bathroom. He'll help clean the wounds. She can lead the way.

    "You're gonna have to do something with all that anger. Sooner or later."

    It doesn't matter that it's not a permanent fix. Sometimes you just need to release some pressure.

    Homelander might deal better with delayed satisfaction -- he's had many years to hone his self-control, and his blood runs much colder than hers.

    But even he has his... explosive episodes.
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    [personal profile] unpocoloco 2020-05-28 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
    He watches and waits as the man processes his offer. A yes, an outright refusal, either of those he's ready for.

    He's definitely not ready to be picked up, moved at the speed of lift, and then set back down. He here's the man throwing up. If he had anything in his stomach, he thinks he'd do the same.

    "Dios mio."

    He coughs and moves to grip his knees, glancing around them. They're really far from the carnival. He drops to sit upon the ground.

    "I suppose that is better. Except you sound like you're dying there, amigo."
    sadoslash: (even more smug)

    [personal profile] sadoslash 2020-05-28 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sougo smirks, pressing against it again and again. And then easing off -- intent to leave Nezumi wanting. But looking down at him -- how he's thriving in need and making such delicious sounds, Sougo is transfixed. Nezumi is truly perfect, every inch of him down to those shimmering wings. His perfect siren to own. ]

    Beg for your master.

    [ He nearly growls the words, fingers never stopping their thrusting. But he punctuates this sentence by going deeper, hitting that sweet spot again. ]

    I can make it better, Nezumi. I can give you what you crave. Just say the words.

    [ He leans up to whisper breathily into Nezumi's ear. ]

    Just say: please, master...
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    [personal profile] decaf 2020-05-28 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
    He's quick as Luke with reaching out to try and steady him, to brace him, with is legs and arms trying to keep him from collapsing completely.

    "Oh no." He sighs. "Okay, hold on to me."

    The pain must have shocked his system enough to cause his limbs to numb to an extent, Elcin should have realized. Pain reactions were different for all species but humans... had some interesting ones. He carefully leads Luke down the hall, deciding to not take him to the lobby but to find a room instead.

    He tries one of the doors, turning the knob and luck would have it that the door swung open.

    "Let's get you on the bed. I'll search the bathroom for some sort of pain killer."
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    [personal profile] reliantnav 2020-05-28 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    Abel's pliant at first with that rough hand on his chin, though his brow furrows with the way this stranger looks at him. A moment ago it had been thrilling, heated. Now it looks more like loathing.

    He yelps as he's bitten, hard enough to break skin. Pain sears through him, along with hurt confusion, and his hands surge up toward his lip, cupping protectively around his mouth as he tentatively tongues at the injury. His lip is badly cut, and he knows immediately that it's likely to leave a scar.

    "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Abel demands, blood spilling down his chin when he speaks. Every word is excruciating.

    His fighter. That explains some things, confuses others. Abel's lust from a moment ago is still there, but the pain and shock is enough to force it down, to let him think a little more clearly. It makes sense that his fighter might know him, might have seen a dossier on him with his photo and statistics.

    Abel shoves at him, struggling to try and get out of his grip, but his fighter is a solid wall of muscle and Abel can tell he's not going anywhere unless the fighter chooses to let him go.
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    [personal profile] hijo 2020-05-28 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    It's easy not to say anything when she finally gives her hands over. He can busy himself picking up a broken piece of mirror and use it to cut the hem of his shirt so he can more easily rip up some fabric to use as makeshift bandages. If it's occurred to him that he only arrived with just this shirt on his back, it's not stopping him from taking it apart.

    The cuts look fairly nasty, but there's no tiny broken shards lodged in her hands that he can see. He does his best to make quick work of wrapping them up, since they'll have to take it all off and go somewhere with clean water to do this properly anyway. This is the best they can do for now, keep bacteria and other potential infections out until then.

    "It was the only thing we were good at," he comments at her hands, lifting his chin though he doesn't meet her gaze, keeping his eyes downcast and focused on what he's doing, winding the cloth strip around, under her thumb, over her palm, gently brushing his fingers over the back of her hand.

    Maybe Diego has a penchant for hurting people in a more overt way, less with words that he would inevitably stumble over, but the end result is the same. Lies, distrust, personal insults. Knowing their weaknesses, which buttons to press, how many chips and exactly how deep and how wide those chips are on their shoulder - it's easy to say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, be the wrong thing.

    "Anyway." Now he lifts his gaze to meet hers, though only briefly. "We hurt you first. That's not on that place, or other people. That's on us." Yeah, sure, they were kids. But they haven't been, in a while. Waited long enough for all the olives to rot off the branch and what's the point of extending some dried old twigs then? He's partway working through her other hand when he changes the subject back to his immediate concern.

    "I'm gonna do your knees as well, okay? Might wanna sit down."
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    [personal profile] onlyordinary 2020-05-28 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    It was the only thing we were ever good at. Isn't that a fact? She stares at him tending her hands as gently as Mom would have, even giving up bits and pieces of his shirt for it. She figures that this is it--this is all either of them are going to get from each other, and then they'll part ways to their separate torments.

    And then he makes eye contact. And then he says that. We hurt you first.

    It's not an apology, but it's acknowledgement, more acknowledgement than she's ever had from any of them. It's a salve on her heart. A reassurance that she's not crazy, that all the pain she's suffered isn't imagined, that it's real and he sees why it's there.

    It's not an apology. And it's not forgiveness. But it's more than she's ever had.

    When he prompts her to sit down, she shuffles robotically to a spot without any broken glass and sits down, holding her hands delicately above her heart.

    "I guess there's a reason we're both in hell," she murmurs. And maybe she should be happy that Ben hasn't spoken to her. Maybe it means that he's in heaven, unable to contact them.

    She swallows. Her throat is dry. They're here because they're bad people, but it's not too late to change. "Diego." (Saying their names always felt like a small rebellion to her. Not Number Two, but Diego.) "I want to be better. I'm not sure if I can be, but I'm going to try."

    She's not offering an apology, nor forgiveness. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But she's trying to offer the olive branch, fruitless as it may be, because she still loves him even if that love is tangled with so much pain. I will try to be better. Will you try to be better with me?
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    [personal profile] jacksonvillain 2020-05-28 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
    Her smile seems contagious, and he just assumes it's because they now have this bond of blowing things up! Jason won't get into the many other reasons he's here, for now. But it's nice to hear her laugh -- there seems to be a levity that comes from it, like a good high that makes all the worries go away. He's glad that whatever he said seems to have made her feel better, at least.

    And now that she's on board for blowing stuff up, his grin goes even wider. This is going to be SO COOL to see. "Um...." He scans the area, looking for the perfect something. And then he spots it. Seems like some demons have been transporting some random hell beasts to put in the petting zoo. Setting those loose would cause a different problem in that the demons would have to chase the monsters back rather than whipping people. Just like the time he and Pillboi let out those alligators at the alligator petting zoo to evade the cops!

    Jason grins and points it out. "Think you could bust those doors open?"
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    Arrival

    [personal profile] superdick 2020-05-28 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    A shaking floor isn't much of an issue for Homelander, since he doesn't need to keep grounded, strictly speaking, but it sure gets his attention. He's dealt with earthquakes before, but this one is very... localized.

    Somebody is making a hell of an entrance.

    Curiosity has him drawn to the room that glow is coming from, and...

    Wow, that's a look. Not very practical for field work, but striking.

    "Does any of those say "anger issues"?"

    Just, you know. Taking a wild stab.

    He sounds friendly enough. He's not wearing his super suit, so this is just a fairly buff blond in a pair of sneakers, jeans and a white t-shirt, hovering an inch above the floor. He's keeping his hands raised, to gesture that he isn't a threat, but if she decides to lash out, it wouldn't be his hands she'd need to watch out for, anyway.
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    [personal profile] middlefinger 2020-05-28 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    It was a leap -- because even if he hadn't suggested it, she had been thinking about killing those fuckers from the moment they gave her back her free will. It would have been satisfying, shooing them down, but it probaby would have gotten her in even more trouble and at that point she had just wanted to get the fuck out.

    He's right though (not that she'll say that out loud), she hadn't been looking at the bigger picture....for Wynonna it's much harder for her to accept how long the long run is. If she's here long term she's not back home breaking the curse. She's not protecting her daughter. She's not helping Waverly. She's just....stuck.

    She leads him towards the bathroom, a little cleaner than the rest of her place. They haven't been easy to find, but she did gather some basic first aid supplies, all of which can be found under the sink. She gauss and tape, some peroxide. The basics.

    "I know. I've been...angrier lately. Ever since that fucking hospital showed up." Just because she hadn't been chosen for it doesn't mean it's presence didn't have an effect on her, digging up a lot of stuff she'd rather keep buried. About herself. About her mother.

    The alcohol helps numb it some, but it's just a band-aid. She needs something more than that.
    Edited (fixing typos now that i'm not half asleep; the on-going saga) 2020-05-28 23:29 (UTC)
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    arrival

    [personal profile] dyaddyissues 2020-05-28 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Kylo is no stranger to fear, to rage, to the dark side. They have, after all been his constant companions for most of his life, so when he feels it from somewhere nearby, he moves to investigate. Who can be so powerful in the dark?

    The answer comes swiftly and in a way that he'd been unprepared for, as he's held aloft by a woman. She is not familiar to him by any means, but his own anger burns and he pushes her back with a wave of the force; his saber hilt swings against his leg. ]


    I should be asking you the same thing.
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    [personal profile] trilla 2020-05-28 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Hm.

    She slides back as a result of his push, then casually releases him, like he's a toy that's bored her. This man is not one of her brothers, and he's no Sith Lord either. But regardless of her current lack of employment, it doesn't seem appropriate to grin and introduce herself as Trilla Suduri, fallen Jedi Padawan!]


    I am the Second Sister. What of yourself?
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    jaaaason omg - also, b

    [personal profile] dyaddyissues 2020-05-28 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    Who is this man.

    Kylo doesn't have wings, but he has a confused expression on his face as he surveys Jason. He's been in Hell for a few months now, and most people he's come across; himself included are not so happy to be here, or to endure the changes that their bodies go through.

    Who is this man, indeed. An enigma, or a demon. Perhaps both.

    "What?" Is what he asks, instead.

    "This isn't any good place."
    onlyordinary: (BRB crying inside)

    [personal profile] onlyordinary 2020-05-28 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    He has chutzpah, Vanya will give him that. Or else she would, if she weren't in the middle of an emotional breakdown.

    She snaps to look at him, the glow in her skin intensifying as she psychically grabs the nearest object--a red vase--and throws it at the wall next to his head. It shatters pretty spectacularly, but mysteriously none of the shards touch him.

    "I don't have anger issues!" she yells, having just thrown things at a stranger who seems to pose no threat. But hey, at least she missed on purpose.
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    Mirror Maze [CW: Violence]

    [personal profile] failed_antichrist 2020-05-28 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    Setsuna is in the middle of trying to find his way out of the mirror maze when he hears obvious sounds of distress. Between the shattered clash of glass against the floor and roars, some part of his brain says don't be stupid. Setsuna even tries to walk the other way. He makes it three steps before sighs, hisses, "Fucking dumbass," under his breath, then takes off in the direction of the noises. He couldn't risk someone getting caught up in whatever was going on.

    It takes him a second to recognize the person, confused, voice small as he asks, "Teddy?" but probably not loud enough to be heard.

    He takes some ill-advised steps forward, devoid of all caution, hands reaching out to touch his friend, only to get caught by a fist.

    Setsuna is slammed back into a mirror. For a second, he feels like he can't breathe. Glass shatters all around him. Covered in cuts, with probably a large bruise forming on his chest, his eyes open, slowly, and his mind is puzzled all over again.

    "Ungh...." He can only groan for a second. "Teddy.... You okay?" Because this is not the Teddy he's accustomed to.