Enter Demona

[angelofthenight]

Who: Demona & Open
What: Re-using some prompts from the TDM for her intro + roommate shenanigans
When: First few days of October
Where: Various places in starters
Warning: Violence, anger, lots of negative CR, Demona comes with a blanket warning of "genocidally racist against humans"
Note: Please set all threads after sunset unless you want to see her as a statue.


Daylight - Muster Drill
So, is Friday trying out a new technique with visual aids or...what? Among the other people here for their first muster drill, there is a stone statue of a loincloth-wearing woman with bat-like wings, long tail, talons, a wild mane of hair, and...one of the leis around her neck. She is completely immobile. No amount of poking, prodding, or talking will rouse her. For all anyone can tell, this is a completely inanimate, if very imposing, stone figure.


Sunset - Muster Station
That statue hasn't moved all day. Everyone else left the muster drill hours ago, but here she still stands with the lei around her neck. As the sun sets beyond that fake horizon, however, magic begins to stir. Cracks form in the stone, and from beneath, red light shines through the fissures around her eyes. Then, all at once, she lets out a screech and stretches out her limbs, the stone falling away in heavy flakes, revealing a flesh and blood creature below with blue skin and flaming red hair.


Dealer's Choice of Location - After midnight
Where is she? How did she get on a ship at sea? Who's done this?! She wants answers, but she has to be careful. She can't be seen like this. Can't allow the humans to get the better of her. So, here she is late in the night, skulking through corridors, sometimes climbing on the ceiling, talons crunching into the metal, to avoid being caught out in the center of the halls. Approach at your own risk. She isn't in a very charitable mood and those claws look awfully sharp.


Roommates? [Closed to Fever]
She's already staked her claim to a part of the Tommy Bahama, under the watchful eye of that werecougar, Siffleur. That's where she intends to be by sunrise. However, she was told her assigned cabin number, 118. Even if she's not going to live in there, she wants to see it for herself. If it's supposed to be hers. What she didn't think to ask, is if it's a private cabin or not. She really shouldn't have assumed anything. And yet, here she is walking into the cabin close to 3:00 a.m. to find that it is already occupied by someone else.

Her wings unfold from her shoulders, flared out behind her as she hisses, "What are you doing in here?"

Comments

roomies.

[abhorrently]

Coming in, the other occupant is lying in the bed, but not exactly restfully. She has the furrowed brow of someone with a stressful dream, tense in body and pale, the sheets a mess as one does tossing and turning.

All of that takes but a second to dissipate when she hears that voice. Like it or not, being woken in the middle of the night by strangers isn't a novelty. Her eyes fly open - she sees wings, height, fuzzily thinking Mizora? before her brain points out the differences. Not the same voice, not the same clothes, not the same scent of the Hells that can't help but follow her.

She's up on the other side, sleep shaken from her, ready to call out the Weave if she needs to, fixing the stranger with a direct look.

"What are you doing in here? Who are you?"

[angelofthenight]

Demona takes a defensive stance with claws out in front of her, eyes glowing red in the dark.

"I am called Demona and I was told by the faceless one that this is my assigned cabin."

[abhorrently]

"Well, Demona, I'm called Fever, and Friday told me that this is where I sleep. Over a month ago."

Now, she's not opposed to the idea of a roommate. But she will absolutely pull whatever seniority she can when a fiend woman starts accosting her in the dead of night. The cabin's dark, but she can still see exactly where Demona is, see those claws.

"Seeing as my phone still unlocks the door, that hasn't changed."

nighttime; pool deck?

[myagic]

Rita's wandering--kind of pacing, really--near the pool when she hears the scrape of talons. She pauses, frowning, and locates the skulking shadow beyond the deck lights. It's probably none of her business whatever some weirdo's doing sneaking around, but...

Losing her definitely-not-dad and definitely-kinda-friend has her deciding to be a little reckless. She resumes walking, passing by the bin of beach balls, and picks one up. After a moment's consideration...she punts it right in the shadow's direction. Just to see what happens.

yes!

[angelofthenight]

What happens in there's a catlike hiss and then a sad "pop" as the beachball is crushed in one of Demona's claws. Now eyes are glowing red in the dark peering directly at Rita.

"That was unwise, human."

excellent!

[myagic]

Since she is just a human with no special night vision, she can't see much besides the red eyes and a general dark shape. It doesn't really phase her beyond idly wondering what this person-thing-whatever is, though; she raises an eyebrow, planting her hands on her hips.

"Isn't it more unwise to sneak around like some thief? That just screams suspicious, you know. So, really, you were asking for it."

Daylight

[blindwatchersees]

Now, who put a statue of a vampire lord so close to the muster station? How unseemly. Not that he usually has a problem with unseemly, but there's a history there. Wretchedly self-important things, vampire lords...

He's about to write "Harkon Volkihar has no ass" across the statue's wings when he picks up on something unusual about it.

It has feelings. It has thoughts. It has a mind.

And where there is a mind, there he is, ready to tangle itself in its tantalizingly-dancing threads. For what is the mind but an oddly-shaped and mostly-intangible ball of yarn?

Sheogorath instead begins to write "HATE. HATE. HATE." all over the statue. Which would not be enough hate to express the hatred he is currently feeling emanating from the statue.

Once he's done, he picks up his cane, and goes about his merry way.

[angelofthenight]

The statue stays that way for hours, covered in the graffiti he's scrawled on her. But, as soon as sundown approaches, fissures form in the crust of stone covering her, driving small cracks between those scrawled letters that grow larger and larger, until she at last stretches out her limbs and sends the shards flying in all directions.

She doesn't know where she is or how she got here. Doesn't know what this lei is doing around her neck. Looking around, she spots a large piece of her shredded stone skin with HATE still mostly intact written across it. She can see more fragments of writing, too. Someone... wrote on her while she slept?!

She lets out a furious screech, eyes glowing red in the dark. "I'll kill you!" she promises whoever's responsible. "If it's the last thing I do!"

[blindwatchersees]

Somewhere on the ship, Sheogorath suddenly feels a powerful, unbridled surge of ANGY.

Now seems like as good a time as any for an evening walk.

He picks up his cane, but then pauses, scowls... and strides into the coming night in the form of a gargoyle.

Nighttime, buffet (cw: drug use/weed)

[neverleave]

A teenage boy strolls into the buffet. His irises glow red in the dark, like two headlights moving from side to side until he finds what he's looking for: garlic bread.

Natsuno picks up a loaf, inhales the scent deeply. Is it magical like Clarke said? He's not sure about that, but he is very hungry, so he takes a large bite.

He's on his way to the mashed potatoes when he notices the figure hanging from the ceiling. Natsuno stares at her in silent fascination for a moment, until he decides she's real.

"You're new."

[angelofthenight]

The red eyes give her hope, for a fleeting moment, that she's met kin. But her night vision reveals the disappointing truth. It's just some boy. And now he's staring at her... in the dark.

"You reek," she answers back, wrinkling her nose. "What are you?"

sunset - muster station

[yournewsidekick]

"Whoahohoho, that was SO COOL."

Not too far away, there's a pink-haired teenage girl -- ostensibly human -- openly gawking at Demona. She's got a huge milkshake in hand courtesy of a late-night Scoops run, and she's doing absolutely nothing to hide her glee at the sight of a giant gargoyle cracking its way out of a stone statue.

Why would she? That's one of the most metal things Nimona's seen on this boat since she got here!

[angelofthenight]

"Who's there?" Demona whips around, her red glowing eyes locking on the girl. "A human? How did you find me? Where..." She's only now noticing this is not her keep. She is in a strange new place. On a... ship? "Where are we?"

After midnight -- the promenade?

[lightconductor]

Watson, firmly in the throes of a bit of insomnia, had ventured out into the ship with a vague idea that he ought to find a hot drink and a quiet place to read a book without disturbing his husbands. Now, though, he hesitates outside of Sand Dollars, listening to the sound of claws in metal, and becoming Alarmed.

He reassures himself that his gun is still in his pocket, touching it through the cloth, because yes of course he came armed to the coffee shop at 1am, whyever would he not do that, this is a totally normal thing to do -- and sets off towards the sound.

He thinks he can see it, whatever it is, a shadow among the lights that are still on.

"I see you up there," he says, his voice clear, his hand resting on his jacket pocket.

yeah!

[angelofthenight]

"You will regret that," the shadow says back in a low feminine voice laced with malice. The crunching grows louder as the dark shape comes closer, until the red of her hair starts to show in the ancillary lights.

Wait. This one has a cane, and fascial hair. He isn't the one that woman Erin warned of, is he?

"What is your name?"

Sunset

[kingoftheanthill]

And when she looks down, she'll see a few hundred ants in a wide circle around her, all waving their antennae as if applauding.

"That was really cool!"

[angelofthenight]

She startles at the ring of ants circling her feet, her gaze darting around looking for where she can jump to to escape when, suddenly, it hits her. "You ants can speak?"

after midnight - promenade

[sabigoe]

It's one of those rare late nights that Fio's awake, wandering the ship, troubled by a nightmare. But what's worrying her the most is the recent disappearance of one of her closest friends, along with the possibility that she might be next. Then she hears something above her. She freezes up.

Around this time last year, she lost nearly a full month of her life, after getting toppled by rows of shelves in the Spirit Halloween. Perhaps she should make a call on her phone to Skulduggery or any trusted adults. That could take a few moments, but...

...If she's about to get ambushed here, she's not going to let that happen again. So she summons her two lanterns out of thin air with just a simple thought, shadows swirling together to form a pair of glowing, silver bulbs levitating by her side.

Fio trembles, not quite ready to look up. The weapons, on the other hand, swivel around and point their sharp edges towards whatever's up at the ceiling.

[angelofthenight]

"Well, well..." Demona purrs from above. She is enjoying watching this little girl tremble in fear before her. "That's an interesting magic you have, little one. What are you doing out at this hour?"

After Midnight in a Hallway

[knotawolf]

Oh! A Jersey Devil! He hasn't seen one of these in decades.

A very human looking head pops out of the ceiling tiles, long black hair hanging down, a grin on his face, "Hello!"

He's just casually in the ceiling, don't worry about it.

omfg i love him

[angelofthenight]

"Gah!" Demona recoils, raising a claw like a cat about to strike, but she hasn't quite yet.

"What are you doing in there?!"

Tommy Bahama post-incident

[blacksludgeaffair]

The symbiote stalks beneath the clothes racks, as quietly as possible. A few days have passed since its last battle with its quarry, and its anger has only stewed since. And so it follows her into her domain. It doesn't intend to play the nice symbiote.

"Ssshe knows we... can hurt her, now..." It speaks up from behind her, before darting around her, trying not to let her pinpoint where it is. "Is she smart enough... to remember...?"

:]

[angelofthenight]

The sun has only recently set, so she is only just emerging out of her enclave of racks within the Tommy Bahama. Food is the first thing on her mind, so she isn't as vigilant as she might be. When that voice reaches her from behind she immediately tenses into a defensive position, sweeping her tail behind her to try and catch the threat unaware.

But, her tail hits nothing.

"Who are you?" she hisses. How is she supposed to remember when she doesn't know her attacker?

Lurking Outside Tommy Bahama At Night | A Few Days After The Phil Fight

[crushed_pearls]

Here's Erin, leaning against the entrance to - well, to Spirit Halloween right now, actually - casually sharpening one of her knives while she chews some candy. She's waiting for Demona, and she'll wait as long as she needs to. She'll wait days if she needs to, especially since Erin can sleep during daylight.

They need to talk.

[angelofthenight]

"I can smell you out there," Demona says from within the darkened Halloween store.

She doesn't know why this store changed, but it suits her taste better this way so she doesn't mind. It's easier to hide among these masks of monsters. Easier to hide a weapon too.

"What do you want?"