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come_sailaway2023-10-02 02:43 pm
angelofthenight) wrote in come_sailaway2023-10-02 02:43 pm
Enter Demona
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?"
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?"
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"You reek," she answers back, wrinkling her nose. "What are you?"
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"Vampire." Shiki, jinrou, his kind had too many names. Why couldn't they just call themselves vampires? "I don't usually reek. What're you?"
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"I am a gargoyle. Why are you eating that?"
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"I thought those were just statues. To protect from evil spirits," he says, still staring up with the same peaceful fascination. She doesn't look like the gargoyles you see on houses and temples back home. "But that's just the multiverse, I guess."
Her question, though, sends him into a much longer contemplative pause. Why... a big question, deep and sad.
"My friend loved it," he says eventually, "and I'm hungry."
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"Your friend is dead?" She caught the past tense in 'loved.'
coming back from hiatus, feel free to drop if it's too late
His shoulders slump when she talks about his dead friend.
"She's gone from this reality. Which is the same as being dead. I guess there are still versions of her existing beyond time and space, but. They were never here. So the her that was my friend is dead."
Turns out weed makes him ramble philosophy, so sorry -
can't get rid of me!
"I'm sorry. I know what it is to grieve such a heavy loss. You must not let it defeat you."
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"Of course not. That'd be disrespecting her memory, y'know."
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"Her name's Clarke and she is fierce. Was? Never mind. She came from a tough place, so she had to be. The kind of person who'd do anything to protect her people. The first time the captain showed himself to us, she split his head open with lobster crackers."
A pause.
"That kinda stuff couldn't harm him, but still. No one else ever tried something like that."
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"I may well try the first opportunity I get. Do you know what can harm him?"