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

[abhorrently]

"Then you'll need to talk to Friday about reassignment. The fact of the matter is, I've been here undisturbed for all that time. Now, it's late, and I'm not going to care if you decide to sleep on the bed that comes out of the couch. There's blankets and such in the closet. Neither am I going to attack you, so I'd appreciate it if we kept it peaceful."

There's strong conviction in her words - a calm that speaks to being reasoned with, the facts laid out before them. They can discuss this, and she's willing to do so. But she's not going to scurry out of her bed and her living space because someone doesn't want to share. Reasonable persuasion is the only outcome.

"And for your own measure, I'm not human. I'm a half-elf."

And while she may not recall where her name came from, the fact that she recalls it at all makes it precious to her. That's a piece of information that can come out when they're not having to posture over a bed.

[angelofthenight]

"Very well, half elf" That doesn't seem to change Demona's attitude very much. "Keep your bed. I do not need it. I have better shelter for when the sun rises."

[abhorrently]

"Suit yourself."

And to punctuate the point, to advance the idea of peace, she sits down on the bed. It's more vulnerable, to lower herself like this, but Fever's been in enough tense situations that to ease one, sometimes you have to be uncomfortable. Sometimes, you have to make someone else feel like they have the power. Enough that it could be careless, she reaches up to tuck stray hair behind one of her ears - revealing their pointed nature. It's deliberate, of course, but she makes it seem like an unconscious thought.

"If you don't want to stay here, you don't have to. But look, if you just need a place to put your things, or where you can go that others won't disturb you, you don't have to bother with Friday. I won't touch anything that isn't mine, and if you need to come in here and be alone, you can message me, and I'll oblige."

There are solutions at hand, if they work at it. That, and if Demona goes to request a change, it's no skin off her nose. Everyone can simply say she was being a nice and reasonable woman who was not thinking about hurling a ball of lightning at point blank range.

[angelofthenight]

Demona watches warily while Fever sits and tucks the stray lock behind her pointed ear. It is having the desired effect; Demona's tail stops its angry twitching and her posture loosens just slightly.

"You will find that offer to vacate harder to abide than you think. I am a nocturnal creature. I turn to stone in the morning light." Which makes her helpless if she finds herself trapped in here when it happens. "Would you really be willing to leave your bed in the dead of night? I think not."

[abhorrently]

She made the offer, now she has to stick to it. Nocturnal's a bit of a wrench in the works, but she'll deal with it.

"I don't sleep well in general, so I'm more willing than you think. The only reason I'm not inclined today is because we just met."

That, and she didn't want to back down. But that's her own reason to keep.

[angelofthenight]

"Gargoyles always sleep well," Demona says with a hint of pride. (Not that they get a choice in the matter.)

"If I decide to bring anything in here, I may consider trusting you not to touch it. But I already have arrangements to sleep elsewhere."

[abhorrently]

She resists saying that the woman looks like no gargoyle she's ever seen, and instead has the mildly irked look of someone who had no intention of making it a competition.

"Very well. Means we won't fight over the bed."

Asking where she's chosen to sleep seems like asking for a fight that Fever doesn't have the energy to uphold.

"Are we at peace, Demona?"

[angelofthenight]

Are they at peace? Demona tilts her head ever-so-slightly and considers. If she must share ownership of this space in any capacity then it would be wine not to make an enemy out of this woman. But they aren't friends.

"Yes. For now."