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Daemonic Madness II: Better Angels
Characters: Closed to characters below!
Summary: Continued from our Daemonic Madness plot, the conflicts simmering below the surface of the community are finally coming to a head.
Date(s): May 2018
Warnings/Notes: Psychic coercion, sexual themes, etc. If you have not been contacted about a previous role that you'd like to continue, please reach out to![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
shramp!
The two men are in the woods tonight. At least, it looks like it's just them.
It's been months since they went after the little girl, but that was in another tract of forest entirely— they've run into each other once or twice since then, and seen her abandoned car still sitting by the roadside. A few of the succubi and the other sex worker had asked after her, but none had been surprised when they were told Delilah couldn't be found. The amplification accidents are over and people are safe— if Delilah chooses to make it so, all they can do is look for her. But life goes on.
The weather is mild and Hunter is out for a run, listening to the song of the eerie, alien 'wolves' that inhabit this world. Their occasional, piping songs lured him out a few miles out to the North, but he's on his way back when he hears the thwok of arrows hitting solid wood targets, and the crisp crunching of someone else moving in the deepening dusk.
Vanyel is practicing his archery against a tall tree. Vanyel hears it too, of course. The weight of a body moving over vegetation. But here's the rub: they know that it's not just each other that they hear. There's someone else out here, amid the trees and the thick brush, moving about. No telling if it's D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., or someone who means them no harm at all.
At this point, guard duty with the succubi is both uneventful and also pretty sexy. There are a couple different men and women, employees, who've gotten rather friendly with her— eager to flirt, or to talk about the culture of her home, to discuss music, the best soundtrack to discussion. You know. #justdemonthings. Just sexy demon things, specifically.
The reverse of normal businesses, it's usually the late mornings that they ask her to come in to the luxury apartment complex, with more of them sleeping or going about business that they don't get done during busy nights. There haven't been many thefts lately, and certainly not on the same scale. Some had started to suppose it might be over, and that they should let Rosalina get back to her usual, sexy life. But they kept procrastinating, perhaps flatteringly; they like having her around. She's one of them, this motley collection of those regarded as discards and freaks, even for those who come from the more progressive worlds.
The other guardstaff are pretty cool, too. There are a couple rumors floating around about why the last guy got fired, but that aside, it's typically Bill the Lizardman who hogs the couch between patrols and Akari the Human Ninja who doesn't say much, but did bring them take-out steaks this one time.
It's a nice way to earn some extra barter goods. And positive vibes, which are ever in short supply in Xistentia these days.
This morning, Rosie's hanging out on the orange couch, while Bill mutters and pushes at her leg. Akari is walking the halls for now. "I'm bigger than you," he says. "No penis jokes." They have already talked about the penis jokes. Just because his genitalia isn't always external doesn't mean he doesn't have a penis!! Rosie! "I should get more couch."
TBD.
Summary: Continued from our Daemonic Madness plot, the conflicts simmering below the surface of the community are finally coming to a head.
Date(s): May 2018
Warnings/Notes: Psychic coercion, sexual themes, etc. If you have not been contacted about a previous role that you'd like to continue, please reach out to
Daemonic Madness II: Better Angels
Of sinners I am chief
Delila (Closed to Hunter & Vanyel)
The two men are in the woods tonight. At least, it looks like it's just them.
It's been months since they went after the little girl, but that was in another tract of forest entirely— they've run into each other once or twice since then, and seen her abandoned car still sitting by the roadside. A few of the succubi and the other sex worker had asked after her, but none had been surprised when they were told Delilah couldn't be found. The amplification accidents are over and people are safe— if Delilah chooses to make it so, all they can do is look for her. But life goes on.
The weather is mild and Hunter is out for a run, listening to the song of the eerie, alien 'wolves' that inhabit this world. Their occasional, piping songs lured him out a few miles out to the North, but he's on his way back when he hears the thwok of arrows hitting solid wood targets, and the crisp crunching of someone else moving in the deepening dusk.
Vanyel is practicing his archery against a tall tree. Vanyel hears it too, of course. The weight of a body moving over vegetation. But here's the rub: they know that it's not just each other that they hear. There's someone else out here, amid the trees and the thick brush, moving about. No telling if it's D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., or someone who means them no harm at all.
Guard Dogs (Closed to Rosie)
At this point, guard duty with the succubi is both uneventful and also pretty sexy. There are a couple different men and women, employees, who've gotten rather friendly with her— eager to flirt, or to talk about the culture of her home, to discuss music, the best soundtrack to discussion. You know. #justdemonthings. Just sexy demon things, specifically.
The reverse of normal businesses, it's usually the late mornings that they ask her to come in to the luxury apartment complex, with more of them sleeping or going about business that they don't get done during busy nights. There haven't been many thefts lately, and certainly not on the same scale. Some had started to suppose it might be over, and that they should let Rosalina get back to her usual, sexy life. But they kept procrastinating, perhaps flatteringly; they like having her around. She's one of them, this motley collection of those regarded as discards and freaks, even for those who come from the more progressive worlds.
The other guardstaff are pretty cool, too. There are a couple rumors floating around about why the last guy got fired, but that aside, it's typically Bill the Lizardman who hogs the couch between patrols and Akari the Human Ninja who doesn't say much, but did bring them take-out steaks this one time.
It's a nice way to earn some extra barter goods. And positive vibes, which are ever in short supply in Xistentia these days.
This morning, Rosie's hanging out on the orange couch, while Bill mutters and pushes at her leg. Akari is walking the halls for now. "I'm bigger than you," he says. "No penis jokes." They have already talked about the penis jokes. Just because his genitalia isn't always external doesn't mean he doesn't have a penis!! Rosie! "I should get more couch."
??? (Closed to Era et al.)
TBD.
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How about what! Alas, she'll never know. She could hope the answer would be 'both,' of course, but- There are more important matters at hand. ] Uh. [ While the crash alone causes her tense, the scream calls her to action. Soon as they exchange glances, Rose is darting after him without another word. ]
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They get to one of the rooms— one of the entertaining rooms, and that's where the door is ajar. Lizardman ends up scraping deep grooves in the floor with his long toe talons, dragging with his weight in the effort to stop, like a dog. He hooks a long, green hand around the doorframe to help stop himself.
Rosie gets there first. And what she sees makes no sense at all: Akari is on the floor, her gloved hand wrapped tightly around an ornate statue of an androgynous figure. It's clear that the object had been sitting in a display case there a moment ago— it's shattered, now, a knife sitting among the glass fragments, a streak of blood running through it. And on the far side of the room, through the razor-wired window, Rosie catches a glimpse of a face.
Seemingly human, a red-haired girl who doesn't look familiar. Her cheeks are gaunt, her clothing ragged. She stares at them blankly.]
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It doesn't make any sense but she's quick to try and piece together what she can. Akari is on the floor, holding an object that she- Did she try to steal it? It's doubtful, even to Rose, that their ninja friend might have been the thief all along. Especially not with so many missing pieces to this puzzle. Shattered glass, a knife, blood. A person she doesn't recognize. ]
Hey, [ she says. It's somehow commanding but calm. Firm but not unkind. A skill she'd picked up in her time home, how to sound a bit more authoritative. Her hands are up to show she isn't planning to attack straight away. People respond better to that sometimes. ] What are you doing here?
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Nothing else is here, [he says with authority. Then, abruptly,] I think?
[In the meantime, Akari continues to writhe. The veins bulge from her jaw, and she seems to be struggling to speak. When she does, it comes out with a fierce, uncharacteristically loud swear of Japanese. And then, in a broken hiss,] He's in me, don't let me steal the—
--Shut up. [It's Akari again, but her voice is different.] You're just going to cut your own hand off?
[But she's already moving again. Lunging for the knife. And it would seem, to stab it into her own gut.
In far window, the woman steps away, red hair swinging over her shoulder. When she moves, Rosie feels a flicker of magic inside of her-- she feels her glamor strengthen, absurdly, waxing like a tide. The lizardman feels something too; he grunts in surprise, and claps his hands over his own eyes. Fortunately, without his claws out.]
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Her eyes flit to the woman in the window at the surge of magic. Bill can feel it too she gathers from that grunt. It's certainly jarring, something she wasn't sure was possible. While she can manipulate her glamour, for it to come off as stronger isn't anything she's experienced. But despite how baffling it is, they have something more important at hand.
Much as she wants to pursue the mysterious figure, she doesn't want Akari to commit seppuku lite on the floor in front of them. In a flash, the blond is dropping down to her knees at the ninja's side to try and grab the knife or stop her from using it on herself if already in her grasp. How about let's not shed any more blood. She's not about to underestimate Akari's strength - especially not if possessed - but it still might surprise her. Magic kind of throws a wrench into a lot of works like that. ]
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Akari screams. It's half her own voice-- the quiet but girlish contralto with which she'd offered her compatriots free food. But split through it, there's a note of discord, of shouting. A different being in a deeper register.]
You caught me. I'm the thief. But I call truce!
[The lizardman swipes up the knife with his tail, almost missing because of his disrupted vision. But he manages to grab it up, the supple limb wrapping around the handle twice.] Maybe you should've thought about that before you uh. [A beat. He hisses at Rosie,] What is it he's doing?
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The scream grates her in ways that cast her down a dark memory lane. She can remember Ren's undead rasp, the way that he'd yelled in pain from simply existing. Considering he wasn't supposed to anymore, well. She could only imagine how awful it must've been for him.
Thankfully, Akari is very much alive. Rose wants to keep it that way. ] I think- Something? Someone? Is possessing her.
I mean, that's just my best bet.
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She probably can't get away or fuck them up with just one leg free, right? Right? Not even a ninja.
In the meantime, Akari cries out,] Don't listen to him! [in her true voice. And the competing creature grinds out a moment later, with a nearly comedic sense of ire,]
Or maybe do. I'm a thief, but there are worse things in the Multiverse.
[The lizard man makes a disdainful sound, his forked tongue slipping in and out of his long-toothed maw.] If I had two tails, [he says. It's probably not an intentional sex joke.]
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Rose is glad he thinks to tie down more of her extremities. She hopes one leg isn't enough to fuck them up, but- She's not about to put it passed a possessed ninja. ]
That's fair, actually. Though you're also a thief of my friend's bodily autonomy, which is a pretty up there dick move. [ Also, it is
so hard to refrain from making a joke about Bill's dick moves. Why must she be appropriate right now, this is maddening!!! ]
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Anyhow, they all simultaneously shake it off a moment later.]
Someone is opening an interdimensional portal in the forest. Someone who used blood to do it. I caught a glimpse when I jumped bod—
This is insufferable! [suddenly, Akane's voice cuts through, high with anxiety.] Get this bitch out of me!
Well I'm not putting him in me, [Billizard says, tightening the coils of his tail.] I'm twice as strong as either of you. If this is just a trick, you're both dead. [That sounds like mild self-flattery, but who wants to have a body snatcher inside oneself?]
shows up 20 days late with starbucks, cries into cup
[ That doesn't sound good. At all. Blood magic is universally some bad shit to be involved in, she's pretty sure. She needs to tell someone but Akari also needs them. Maybe she could signal someone, maybe Apollod can send out a message somehow. Where is her daemon anyway? ]
I could. I mean, that's probably no the best idea, actually but- How else do we get him out without hurting you?
[ Sicne that's important to Rose too, alright. These are friends, same as anyone in Xistentia. Maybe they haven't known each other as long but she's not about to let them down if she can help it. ]