Daemonic Madness II: Better Angels

[succy]

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 shramp!

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.

Comments

delila

[varou]

( Having never found her, Hunter hasn't forgotten Delila or the way she looked when she'd taken off running from him and Vanyel months ago. He'd tried desperately to find her that same day, and the days after he searched as much as he could as well. Still, nothing ever lead him closer to her. He's always feared the worst happened to her out here alone, and every time he's asked by the local succubi if he's seen her he answers with a heavy heart.

Today he's not out with the deliberate goal of searching for her. He runs to run. It's what's in his blood and he gets too stir crazy if he doesn't. And as he runs he hears the local wolves. He can't help but be lulled in by them so far....

He passes Vanyel, still a wolf large and slinking now as he slows his run. His wolf form is mostly known around the area, but he still gives a nod to be safe. He's about to keep plopping along, even if his run has slowed to a slow trot, when he hears another in the forest. His head snaps around, scenting the air for any smell that seems familiar. Nothing he can quite place from the locals in town. He stands still, staring in the direction of the sound he heard. )

[hasitsthorns]

[ When Rose signed up for guard duty, she hadn't truly known what to expect. To help the sex demons had initially been her goal, of course, but also- The woman had to admit that she was curious. Being a bouncer was never actually something she had done and especially not for succubi. She had kind of hoped for the sexy, of course, but hadn't expected it. It's been a nice bonus to an otherwise relatively easy job.

She also hadn't expected how easy it was to commiserate with this ragtag group of people from round the multiverse. But it was. Not many people Get It yet they do. And she gets them, lizard man and quiet ninja and all. It works out between them all somehow, more often than it doesn't. That's more than she can say for most of her life with people before Eudio.

It works out, even when someone nudges her leg while she's trying to be, like, totally zen. ]

There's always room for more penis jokes, [ she says to that but doesn't actually make one. ] But there is no more room on this couch, you're right. Maybe we could push two together? Make super couch. [ A consideration, then. ] Or I could just sit on your lap. I have no problem with that.

closed to era;

[succy]

[The call goes out in the late evening. There has already been havoc across Xistentia, contradictions and arguments, people who are profoundly no longer themselves, weeks of discord and strangeness that was traced back to the Temple. In the middle of all this, you'd think that petty crimes like theft would stop. That people would focus on the real problem.

Or maybe it's the real problems that lie and cheat and hope to go unnoticed while everyone is busy.

But the warning comes through Era's daemon as a jumble of piecemeal information. Rosie's voice is prominent: There's a spy from D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. himself. He's powerful, astonishingly so, having somehow circumvented the failsafes and power limits that encumber so many creatures who come into Xistentia. And he's about to escape through the woods, in the quadrant where the Warrior of Light had just been practicing her sparring with her husband and her friend.

Night has fallen. The shadows are long and blue from the trees. And as her daemon falls silent, Era catches a remote rustle of movement in the distance.]