Greystone: Lethal Consequences.

[Freeshooter92]

As Archaeon listened to the little demon, he felt... odd. Did he have a fan? huh. "Korin... has a ring to it." he said. as she continued to speak, she seemed... bubbly. yes, that was the word! He found it strange how he felt amused rather than enraged, but still, he listened. "I'm closer to a scorpion, actually..." He said. she appeared to be in her own little world, and she pressed on. He detected a healthy amount of... admiration for him coming from the Little one, and that was something he hadn't felt for 50 years. he was a bit taken aback when she asked his name. [I've said it several times, can't she hear?] he thought, but then he took another look at her. [Too... Adorable... Can't... Sustain... Fury...] "My name is Archaeon, I come from a place called Hell." he told the Lamia.

[SanaChan]

'By all that's sensical in the world, what the hell is happening here?'
Ed watched the scene unfold with a look of sheer distaste on his face. Not only did that idiot of a girl keep running her mouth when she was clearly making nothing more than a fool of herself- trying to argue with a demon who clearly didn't care and was purposely trying to rile them up, but now the demon had changed forms, was talking to the three headed mutt, and the lamia was talking in baby chatter. He suddenly had the urge to borrow that fellows knife, if to do nothing more than to shut her up. When her pointless question was answered, he shook his head. So not only did this Archaeon fit the typical stereotype almost all humans had for demons, but he had no true consistency for his own behavior. Perhaps this was some sort trick of his. They were demons, the lot of them, why should they trust any sort of behavior that they showed in this room. He didn't care for it. It wasn't that any of it really upset him, it was more that none of it made enough sense for him to bother to care with it. He let out a sigh, "When is this foolishness to be over with, hm? I already bore of this," he said out loud to no one in particular. He didn't care what reactions they might have, though perhaps it might be enough to stop the nonsensical conversation. He hadn't really had the chance to get a good feel for the others in the room, but it was clear they had already made up their minds and their decisions about who they decided to be friendly with. Which he had honestly decided on, but he figured that could honestly be dealt with later.