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

[sabigoe]

Humans are terrible. They would even leave one of their own, a child, out to die. All because they didn't want to associate with her social class. An experience that Fio knows personally. Despite being a human herself, she was extremely wary about trusting people on her first day aboard the Eterna.

Of course, her opinion now has changed being able to spend time away from an unsafe home.

She shakes her head. "When I first came here, I was... hurting a lot. I was super sad and everything. It's because of the people here that I'm able to keep going. It's why I'm not lonely anymore. So I wanna do my best to help them too. I know humans do terrible things... but I've met a lot of nice ones here. You're safer here."

Most are nice... as long as you don't attack them...

[angelofthenight]

"Safer?" Demona doesn't hide the skepticism in that one acidic word. "No, I don't think so. Perhaps that is true for you." Knowing how soft humans can be for small children, very likely it is. "But this is no place for me. Look."

She spreads her wings wide behind her back, flapping them open with one hard snap. "I need space to glide. I need wind. This place is not suited for me, nor me for it. I have already been attacked. I have already been cornered. How could you possibly understand?"

[sabigoe]

Safer as long as Demona doesn't sign up for an excursion, she should add. And if she stays away from the more unusual happenings across the ship, like the flowers from last month. There is a sky around them for flight, but they're still contained. She assumes what she means is flying beyond their boundaries. Fio would love that greater freedom, just as much.

Just when she wants to reassure her that they'll find greater skies to soar, a look of concern crosses her features. "You were attacked? By who? Why?"

[angelofthenight]

"Why? Because I look like this, no doubt." Demona says tartly. Though, that isn't actually the truth.

"My body was defaced while I slept and I retaliated against the one who did it. Some person named Darcy. Now, Darcy's companions, apparently, want their vengeance too."

[sabigoe]

...She really doubts that's the case. Her father is a very cool skeleton with a bunch of friends and no one attacks him for looking weird! Okay, she doesn't know about that last part because it's not like she's with him all the time.

"Darce?" she says with a light gasp. "I don't get it. Darce wouldn't do anything mean just 'cause you look like... you."

A pause. Hang on a second while she mouths out that big word just now. "Re- re-tali-ate. That means... to fight back. You didn't try to talk to them?"

[angelofthenight]

"Well, he did. I awoke to find I had things taped to me as I slept. And he seemed to think it was funny." She's leaving out how he apologized after mostly because she didn't believe it was genuine (even though it was.)

"Yes. That is what it means. I found him in the kitchen and confronted him. His words did not satisfy me."

[sabigoe]

Fio is very fond of Darcy, always having seen him in a positive light. Always enjoying his hugs. They always got along well. But, wow! Poor Demona. This sounds like bullying!

"What did he say? He should have apologized..."

[angelofthenight]

"He made a feeble attempt at it but, as I said, it was not satisfactory. I do forgive lightly. My clan were all killed in their sleep, you see. It is no small matter to me."