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Made a few edits, and clarified the key points section to be more clear, and answer some questions I get regularly.
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One day all the forces of the Universe came together and said. "What's the single worst thing we can come up with?"
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Heyo! I'm trying to dust off the old writing chops and get back into things. It's been a couple of years and man this story has changed a lot. Right now I'm looking for a partner for my trashy original rp. Take a read and see if anything interests you!
They had existed for as long as the Universe itself. Flitting through shadows and keeping themselves just at the edge of Human comprehension. Daemons. Creatures of great power that had always observed Mortals but very rarely did they make their presence known. They kept to themselves, donning disguises only when they were required to cross the line between our world and theirs. The Reality of Daemons, called The Void ran parallel to that of Humans, but never did they intersect. Never did they interact.
Until recently.
For reasons, unknown Daemons began to breach the boundary between worlds and making pacts with Humans. Some of the Daemons seek companionship and an opportunity to experience a world not their own. Some of the Humans seek a power that can only be afforded by a Daemon.
And some seek to leave both worlds in complete shambles.....
Rasteva had never liked Humans, this much was true. They made no secret of their dislike and mistrust of them, but their feelings never extended beyond general disdain. They were small. They were weak. They were foolish. To even consider interacting with such creatures, to GRACE them with the presence of a Daemon was something that defied all logic. Humanity was not worthy of the power that Daemons held. They had never been, and never would they be.
But this did not stop Rasteva's kin from meddling in their affairs all the same.
It started innocently enough. A wish granted here, a small gift of power there. Those Humans who were deemed worthy(wrongfully so in Rasteva's opinion) were quick to use their gifts to achieve what their kin never could.
Sometimes even for good.
But more often, for evil.
Rasteva did not care. It was not THEIR problem. The Humans could wipe themselves from existence and Rasteva would not care any more than they already did.
But the behavior of their kin began to bother the Daemon.
Some of them felt that tossing a rare few Humans a piece of power was thinking too small. Some saw Humanity's eagerness to destroy for the sake of power amusing and wished to test the depths of that eagerness. Others still saw a tool begging to be put to use. The realm that Daemons dwelt within was not interesting. A featureless void stretching off into infinity. But Humans never stopped filling the space that they existed in, and for as long as they'd existed the fledgling race desired to expand their territory even beyond the stars. A few Daemons saw in Humanity a potential that needed to be cultivated. The Humans would answer to the power of Daemons. They always had. With their guiding hand, the Mortal race might rise beyond the limitations of their nature, and subsequently, they would bend the knee to the masters that had bestowed it upon them.
Rasteva could not let this stand.
They had no love for Humans, but already they could see the effects that the Mortal race had upon their kind. Daemons turned on one another, each one vying to be seen as a God among nothing more than ants. They had become beings of chaos, completely illogical. Rasteva saw what the future of their kind held, and it was nothing more than each of them turning on themselves until nothing but dust remained. Rasteva was counted among the oldest of their kind. One of the most powerful. If the others would not restore order, then they took it upon themselves to do so.
And once they had, Humanity would be stricken from existence for daring to cause such disarray among the Daemons in the first place.
They had not expected backlash from their kin, but it came anyhow. Thousands upon thousands of dissident voices all silenced in on fell swoop. Rasteva would not be stopped, they could not be stopped. They cut down countless Daemons, all in the name of restoring order.
And still more rose in their place.
Rasteva became overwhelmed, and amidst the roiling storm of supernatural power did a voice speak.
"Rend them asunder."
Rasteva felt their form being pulled in every direction, supernatural energies older than stars leaking from their form. Countless Daemons sprung forward to snap it up hungrily, eager to add their Elder's power to their own. Rasteva's strength waned, every drop of it consumed by their greedy brethren. Some gained more power than others, but all that partook became more powerful than they had ever dreamed. They gorged themselves on Rasteva's energy, and even when it was almost gone, they still hungered. They still wanted more.
And so they turned on each other.
The Void rocked violently in the battle, each and every Daemon struggling against one another to gain the upper hand, to consume their own kind in the name of becoming stronger still. In the chaos, Rasteva slipped away. As they made their escape, they sensed several powerful forms breaking away from the pack and breach the boundaries of the Void. The storm of energy still raged, and Rasteva knew that it would only grow and spread. This was the true curse of Humanity, spread to Daemonkind like a sickness. A desire to consume, to grow.
A desire to become more than what they were.
This could not stand. Rasteva would never allow it to stand.
And so the Daemon, now only a faint shadow of their former glory launched themselves from the Void with their remaining energy, seeking the very same creatures that had so enamored their kin.
Rasteva was not above using whatever tools were left at their disposal.
Rasteva is a Daemon stripped almost completely of their power and is seeking to reclaim it. In order to do so, the proud Daemon will require help from a Human to not only navigate the world they've found themselves in but to aid the Daemon in dispatching their foes. Daemonkind has recently become addicted to the power gained from consuming their own kind and a select few have found specific Humans that would help them in this endeavor in exchange for a portion of this power. The Rich and influential, Government officials, and a few notable criminal masterminds have allied with the most powerful of Daemons, and each of them is vying to overthrow any competition that would stand between them and complete domination.
Yet despite the storm brewing on Earth, the one in the Void grows ever larger and threatens to break the seams of the Daemon's reality. If left unchecked, Daemons will not stop at consuming each other. Their hunger for power will grow exponentially and they could potentially seek to undo all of creation.
You, the player are forced to ally with Rasteva. Utilizing what power the Daemon has left in them to defeat weaker Daemons and consume their power so they may grow stronger. This will require your character to take part in a variety of combat encounters, but they are not required to have any combat expertise to participate! Your character will be able to draw on what's left of Rasteva's power to make themselves stronger, or to even form a weapon if they so choose and in exchange, you the Player may take some of this power for your own and should you be successful in your quest Rasteva will use their regained power to grant you any wish that you may desire.
Rasteva cannot project a physical form in their weakened state and must possess a vessel of the Player's choosing until they have the energy to discard it.
This does not come without drawbacks, as utilizing Rasteva's power will leave you both strained should you stretch it too far. Humans were also never meant to contain Supernatural energies within their bodies, to begin with, and more reckless users will be left disfigured or kill themselves outright.
You, the Player must not only assist Rasteva in regaining their power but uncover a plot brewing in your own city that threatens the safety of all within it, and even the world itself.
And naturally, you have to juggle all of this while maintaining the image of a perfectly normal life.
[center]Key points[/enter]
-Your character does not have to be a specific age or gender. They just need to be legally an adult for this story. I'm willing to extend it to kids in high school looking for an unpaid internship, but I'm generally not comfortable with kids getting shot at.
-Your character will have to get a job at the Corporation in question, though it can be anything from Security to office work. Younger characters will work as unpaid interns after school. If you have a character inclined to Law Enforcement of any kind, they would naturally assume an undercover role.
-Rasteva can be quite rude, so please don't be discouraged if he doesn't warm up to your character right out the gate. He, in particular, considers himself superior to everyone else in existence. Having to ask for help will be a huge blow to his ego. I promise that he'll come around, however.
-This RP leans heavily into Horror at times. Blood, gore and body horror will play a part within the story, though not on a constant basis. Expect most injuries to not extend past what you'd see in other media containing violence.
-The 'fantasy' aspect of the story only manifests in the form of Daemons and the powers that they can bestow. Otherwise all Humans are perfectly normal and posess no supernatural powers unless partnered with a Daemon. The 'sci-fi' aspect of the story stems from the reasearch, containment and application of Daemons in a millitary setting. Otherwise technology is the same as the present day.
-While I enjoy stories having the line between good and evil being abundantly clear, I believe stories where good people must make what we'd consider awful decisions in order to do the right thing to be pretty compelling. Most of the decisions your character will be presented with are generally pretty obvious, but not all of them. Some will require a fair bit of thought, and there's the potential that doing the right thing will backfire on them. I'd like to clear this up as I don't want a potential partner feeling as they've been tricked, or worse PUNISHED for trying to do what's right at the time.
-NPC are more than welcome! If your character has any friends or family, or if you even want to throw your own villans and heros into the mix, you can. The more, the merrier!
-Romance is strictly optional and not required. I tend to not favor it, but I'm more than capable of writing romance if that's what you're into it. If you're not looking for romance then that's more than okay too. I do,however draw the line at smut. I'm not into it.
-I don't expect that you would post on a constant basis. Once a week is perfectly fine. I work 40 hours a week so I don't have as much time as most. But don't expect me to go more than a few days without a reply. As always you're allowed to PM with any questions or concerns.
-This RP is NOT for amateur writers. I'm not expecting you to churn out an entire volume of Game of Thrones with each post, but I'd like my partner to be on the more experienced side. 2-3 Paragraphs at minimum is perfectly fine. I'd just like to see effort on your end.
-And that's about it! I've been wanting to do this storyline for a long while, so please contact me if this sparks your interest and don't be shy to ask as many questions as you'd like!
They had existed for as long as the Universe itself. Flitting through shadows and keeping themselves just at the edge of Human comprehension. Daemons. Creatures of great power that had always observed Mortals but very rarely did they make their presence known. They kept to themselves, donning disguises only when they were required to cross the line between our world and theirs. The Reality of Daemons, called The Void ran parallel to that of Humans, but never did they intersect. Never did they interact.
Until recently.
For reasons, unknown Daemons began to breach the boundary between worlds and making pacts with Humans. Some of the Daemons seek companionship and an opportunity to experience a world not their own. Some of the Humans seek a power that can only be afforded by a Daemon.
And some seek to leave both worlds in complete shambles.....
Premise
Rasteva had never liked Humans, this much was true. They made no secret of their dislike and mistrust of them, but their feelings never extended beyond general disdain. They were small. They were weak. They were foolish. To even consider interacting with such creatures, to GRACE them with the presence of a Daemon was something that defied all logic. Humanity was not worthy of the power that Daemons held. They had never been, and never would they be.
But this did not stop Rasteva's kin from meddling in their affairs all the same.
It started innocently enough. A wish granted here, a small gift of power there. Those Humans who were deemed worthy(wrongfully so in Rasteva's opinion) were quick to use their gifts to achieve what their kin never could.
Sometimes even for good.
But more often, for evil.
Rasteva did not care. It was not THEIR problem. The Humans could wipe themselves from existence and Rasteva would not care any more than they already did.
But the behavior of their kin began to bother the Daemon.
Some of them felt that tossing a rare few Humans a piece of power was thinking too small. Some saw Humanity's eagerness to destroy for the sake of power amusing and wished to test the depths of that eagerness. Others still saw a tool begging to be put to use. The realm that Daemons dwelt within was not interesting. A featureless void stretching off into infinity. But Humans never stopped filling the space that they existed in, and for as long as they'd existed the fledgling race desired to expand their territory even beyond the stars. A few Daemons saw in Humanity a potential that needed to be cultivated. The Humans would answer to the power of Daemons. They always had. With their guiding hand, the Mortal race might rise beyond the limitations of their nature, and subsequently, they would bend the knee to the masters that had bestowed it upon them.
Rasteva could not let this stand.
They had no love for Humans, but already they could see the effects that the Mortal race had upon their kind. Daemons turned on one another, each one vying to be seen as a God among nothing more than ants. They had become beings of chaos, completely illogical. Rasteva saw what the future of their kind held, and it was nothing more than each of them turning on themselves until nothing but dust remained. Rasteva was counted among the oldest of their kind. One of the most powerful. If the others would not restore order, then they took it upon themselves to do so.
And once they had, Humanity would be stricken from existence for daring to cause such disarray among the Daemons in the first place.
They had not expected backlash from their kin, but it came anyhow. Thousands upon thousands of dissident voices all silenced in on fell swoop. Rasteva would not be stopped, they could not be stopped. They cut down countless Daemons, all in the name of restoring order.
And still more rose in their place.
Rasteva became overwhelmed, and amidst the roiling storm of supernatural power did a voice speak.
"Rend them asunder."
Rasteva felt their form being pulled in every direction, supernatural energies older than stars leaking from their form. Countless Daemons sprung forward to snap it up hungrily, eager to add their Elder's power to their own. Rasteva's strength waned, every drop of it consumed by their greedy brethren. Some gained more power than others, but all that partook became more powerful than they had ever dreamed. They gorged themselves on Rasteva's energy, and even when it was almost gone, they still hungered. They still wanted more.
And so they turned on each other.
The Void rocked violently in the battle, each and every Daemon struggling against one another to gain the upper hand, to consume their own kind in the name of becoming stronger still. In the chaos, Rasteva slipped away. As they made their escape, they sensed several powerful forms breaking away from the pack and breach the boundaries of the Void. The storm of energy still raged, and Rasteva knew that it would only grow and spread. This was the true curse of Humanity, spread to Daemonkind like a sickness. A desire to consume, to grow.
A desire to become more than what they were.
This could not stand. Rasteva would never allow it to stand.
And so the Daemon, now only a faint shadow of their former glory launched themselves from the Void with their remaining energy, seeking the very same creatures that had so enamored their kin.
Rasteva was not above using whatever tools were left at their disposal.
Plot
Rasteva is a Daemon stripped almost completely of their power and is seeking to reclaim it. In order to do so, the proud Daemon will require help from a Human to not only navigate the world they've found themselves in but to aid the Daemon in dispatching their foes. Daemonkind has recently become addicted to the power gained from consuming their own kind and a select few have found specific Humans that would help them in this endeavor in exchange for a portion of this power. The Rich and influential, Government officials, and a few notable criminal masterminds have allied with the most powerful of Daemons, and each of them is vying to overthrow any competition that would stand between them and complete domination.
Yet despite the storm brewing on Earth, the one in the Void grows ever larger and threatens to break the seams of the Daemon's reality. If left unchecked, Daemons will not stop at consuming each other. Their hunger for power will grow exponentially and they could potentially seek to undo all of creation.
You, the player are forced to ally with Rasteva. Utilizing what power the Daemon has left in them to defeat weaker Daemons and consume their power so they may grow stronger. This will require your character to take part in a variety of combat encounters, but they are not required to have any combat expertise to participate! Your character will be able to draw on what's left of Rasteva's power to make themselves stronger, or to even form a weapon if they so choose and in exchange, you the Player may take some of this power for your own and should you be successful in your quest Rasteva will use their regained power to grant you any wish that you may desire.
Rasteva cannot project a physical form in their weakened state and must possess a vessel of the Player's choosing until they have the energy to discard it.
This does not come without drawbacks, as utilizing Rasteva's power will leave you both strained should you stretch it too far. Humans were also never meant to contain Supernatural energies within their bodies, to begin with, and more reckless users will be left disfigured or kill themselves outright.
You, the Player must not only assist Rasteva in regaining their power but uncover a plot brewing in your own city that threatens the safety of all within it, and even the world itself.
And naturally, you have to juggle all of this while maintaining the image of a perfectly normal life.
[center]Key points[/enter]
-Your character does not have to be a specific age or gender. They just need to be legally an adult for this story. I'm willing to extend it to kids in high school looking for an unpaid internship, but I'm generally not comfortable with kids getting shot at.
-Your character will have to get a job at the Corporation in question, though it can be anything from Security to office work. Younger characters will work as unpaid interns after school. If you have a character inclined to Law Enforcement of any kind, they would naturally assume an undercover role.
-Rasteva can be quite rude, so please don't be discouraged if he doesn't warm up to your character right out the gate. He, in particular, considers himself superior to everyone else in existence. Having to ask for help will be a huge blow to his ego. I promise that he'll come around, however.
-This RP leans heavily into Horror at times. Blood, gore and body horror will play a part within the story, though not on a constant basis. Expect most injuries to not extend past what you'd see in other media containing violence.
-The 'fantasy' aspect of the story only manifests in the form of Daemons and the powers that they can bestow. Otherwise all Humans are perfectly normal and posess no supernatural powers unless partnered with a Daemon. The 'sci-fi' aspect of the story stems from the reasearch, containment and application of Daemons in a millitary setting. Otherwise technology is the same as the present day.
-While I enjoy stories having the line between good and evil being abundantly clear, I believe stories where good people must make what we'd consider awful decisions in order to do the right thing to be pretty compelling. Most of the decisions your character will be presented with are generally pretty obvious, but not all of them. Some will require a fair bit of thought, and there's the potential that doing the right thing will backfire on them. I'd like to clear this up as I don't want a potential partner feeling as they've been tricked, or worse PUNISHED for trying to do what's right at the time.
-NPC are more than welcome! If your character has any friends or family, or if you even want to throw your own villans and heros into the mix, you can. The more, the merrier!
-Romance is strictly optional and not required. I tend to not favor it, but I'm more than capable of writing romance if that's what you're into it. If you're not looking for romance then that's more than okay too. I do,however draw the line at smut. I'm not into it.
-I don't expect that you would post on a constant basis. Once a week is perfectly fine. I work 40 hours a week so I don't have as much time as most. But don't expect me to go more than a few days without a reply. As always you're allowed to PM with any questions or concerns.
-This RP is NOT for amateur writers. I'm not expecting you to churn out an entire volume of Game of Thrones with each post, but I'd like my partner to be on the more experienced side. 2-3 Paragraphs at minimum is perfectly fine. I'd just like to see effort on your end.
-And that's about it! I've been wanting to do this storyline for a long while, so please contact me if this sparks your interest and don't be shy to ask as many questions as you'd like!
Dalia pursed her lips and stared at the glowing orbs floating above them. "The Purgers yeah, I've heard of them. They don't come around here though. At least they're not complete idiots." The Daemon kicked one leg over the other, a foot waving in the air idly. "Oh yeah I heard ALL about that! It was pretty funny if you ask me." Dalia grinned at Rasteva and Sara and letout a soft giggle. "I bet they didn't feel so tough during their ride to the Hospital." Rasteva shifted on Sara's shoulder, looking a tad uncomfortable. "Erm...Yes, I am sure they did not enjoy their well deserved beating. But we did not come here to laugh at the misfortunes of others." Dalia rolled her eyes, flopping back onto the large cushion she'd seated herself on. "You always were a downer Rasteva." The Raven stuck their beak up in the air haughtily, their tone not leaving room for any argument. "So you say. But I find such things to be a complete waste of time."
Dalia sighed and flapped a dismissive at the other Daemon before continuing. "Yeah. Okay so, we haven't had any problems with any Purgers around here. They're probably too afraid to come around here with so many Daemons in one place. We've mostly been okay, but a lot of the weaker Daemons are worried and are too afraid to go out alone." Dalia frowned, her brows furrowing. "It's been bad for business, you know? It's hard to get anything done in this town when everyone is looking over their shoulder every few seconds." The woman groaned and sat up, staring pointedly at Sara and Rasteva. "So then, it sounds like you two want to be vigilantes or whatever? That's real cute and all, but if you just run out there trying to solve everything, you're going to get your asses kicked." The purple haired woman affixed Rasteva with a particularly withering glare. "ESPECIALLY you. What the hell even happened to you?" Dalia gestured rapidly at the Raven and Rasteva found themselves shrinking back in embarrasment. "I was caught off guard...But not by the Purgers. It was someone else....." Dalia stopped to push a strand of hair out of her face, still frowning at Rasteva. "That is nowhere CLOSE to what I wanted to hear, but we're in the middle of something right now so I'll let it slide this time. But I want answers Rasteva, this is serious."
Dalia eyed the other Daemon critically, chewing at her bottom lip nervously. "Can you even project a form?" Rasteva huffed, their feathers ruffling indignantly. "Indeed I can! And it is a glorious form, I'll have you know!" Dalia arched a brow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Alright then big guy. Show me what you've got." Rasteva let out another indignant grumble and hopped down from Sara's shoulder to rest on the carpeted floor. They gave the Human girl a quick glance before foucsing on the task at hand. A plume of smoke erupted from the Raven's body and not long after a large Cobra sat coiled on the floor. Dalia cocked her head and gave the Cobra a once over before reaching over to pat its head gently. "You're even cuter than before! Look at you!" Rasteva let out a low growling his and lunged forward, sinking their fangs into Dalia's hand. "Hey! Cut that out! It's rude to just start biting people you know." The woman seemed rather nonplussed to have a laive Cobra hanging off of her and lifted her hand to raise the other Daemon to eye level. "Seriously, you're no fun at all Rasteva." The Cobra emtitted an irritable sound before releasing Dalia's hand and plopping back onto the floor. "I would not be this way if you didn't insist on insulting me at every turn, Dalia." The purpled haired Daemon giggled softly at Rasteva before picking them up to inspect their new form closely. "Oh hush. You love it and you love me. Now let's have a good look at you here....."
Dalia gave the armor that Rasteva wore an apprasing look and gave a hum of approval. "This is a pretty nice setup you've got here. It looks sturdy, but not at all restricting. I like the stitching on it too!" Rasteva flicked their tongue and wriggled impatiently in Dalia's hands before she set them down with a huff. "Yes, well any compliments that you might have should be directed to Sara, she was the one that made it for me." Dalia's eyes widened perceptibly and she cast a quick glance to the Human. "What. SERIOUSLY?" The woman resumed inspecting the Armor, glancing back up at Sara every few seconds. "Alright......I think I can help you two out....But I'm going to need a few things from you."
Rasteva sunk into the carpet, knowing fully where this was going.
"Okay so, this boutique downtown has the CUTEST dress in their window, but that shit's expensive and I can't afford it. Obviously that can NOT stand, and I refuse to be seen out here looking like I got my clothes out of a dumpster. So you-" Dalia points a finger at Sara, a grin on her face. "Are going to make me that dress! I have photos and everything, so it's all good. In exchange, I'll see about getting you some information on these Purgers, I have plently on connections in town and someone is sure to know something. After that we'll go from there. Deal?"
Dalia sighed and flapped a dismissive at the other Daemon before continuing. "Yeah. Okay so, we haven't had any problems with any Purgers around here. They're probably too afraid to come around here with so many Daemons in one place. We've mostly been okay, but a lot of the weaker Daemons are worried and are too afraid to go out alone." Dalia frowned, her brows furrowing. "It's been bad for business, you know? It's hard to get anything done in this town when everyone is looking over their shoulder every few seconds." The woman groaned and sat up, staring pointedly at Sara and Rasteva. "So then, it sounds like you two want to be vigilantes or whatever? That's real cute and all, but if you just run out there trying to solve everything, you're going to get your asses kicked." The purple haired woman affixed Rasteva with a particularly withering glare. "ESPECIALLY you. What the hell even happened to you?" Dalia gestured rapidly at the Raven and Rasteva found themselves shrinking back in embarrasment. "I was caught off guard...But not by the Purgers. It was someone else....." Dalia stopped to push a strand of hair out of her face, still frowning at Rasteva. "That is nowhere CLOSE to what I wanted to hear, but we're in the middle of something right now so I'll let it slide this time. But I want answers Rasteva, this is serious."
Dalia eyed the other Daemon critically, chewing at her bottom lip nervously. "Can you even project a form?" Rasteva huffed, their feathers ruffling indignantly. "Indeed I can! And it is a glorious form, I'll have you know!" Dalia arched a brow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Alright then big guy. Show me what you've got." Rasteva let out another indignant grumble and hopped down from Sara's shoulder to rest on the carpeted floor. They gave the Human girl a quick glance before foucsing on the task at hand. A plume of smoke erupted from the Raven's body and not long after a large Cobra sat coiled on the floor. Dalia cocked her head and gave the Cobra a once over before reaching over to pat its head gently. "You're even cuter than before! Look at you!" Rasteva let out a low growling his and lunged forward, sinking their fangs into Dalia's hand. "Hey! Cut that out! It's rude to just start biting people you know." The woman seemed rather nonplussed to have a laive Cobra hanging off of her and lifted her hand to raise the other Daemon to eye level. "Seriously, you're no fun at all Rasteva." The Cobra emtitted an irritable sound before releasing Dalia's hand and plopping back onto the floor. "I would not be this way if you didn't insist on insulting me at every turn, Dalia." The purpled haired Daemon giggled softly at Rasteva before picking them up to inspect their new form closely. "Oh hush. You love it and you love me. Now let's have a good look at you here....."
Dalia gave the armor that Rasteva wore an apprasing look and gave a hum of approval. "This is a pretty nice setup you've got here. It looks sturdy, but not at all restricting. I like the stitching on it too!" Rasteva flicked their tongue and wriggled impatiently in Dalia's hands before she set them down with a huff. "Yes, well any compliments that you might have should be directed to Sara, she was the one that made it for me." Dalia's eyes widened perceptibly and she cast a quick glance to the Human. "What. SERIOUSLY?" The woman resumed inspecting the Armor, glancing back up at Sara every few seconds. "Alright......I think I can help you two out....But I'm going to need a few things from you."
Rasteva sunk into the carpet, knowing fully where this was going.
"Okay so, this boutique downtown has the CUTEST dress in their window, but that shit's expensive and I can't afford it. Obviously that can NOT stand, and I refuse to be seen out here looking like I got my clothes out of a dumpster. So you-" Dalia points a finger at Sara, a grin on her face. "Are going to make me that dress! I have photos and everything, so it's all good. In exchange, I'll see about getting you some information on these Purgers, I have plently on connections in town and someone is sure to know something. After that we'll go from there. Deal?"
Alright. New post! You can read at your leisure.
Bandalur had known the two of them for all of five minutes and he was already irritated and he could not resist letting out a grunt, ears flicking irritably. "This is a business Little Lady, and yer here lookin' for a job, not a good time." The other Daemon had been right of course, help had been hard to find and Bandalur truly did need someone capable of handling whoever and whatever decided to start shit. But her attitude could use work.
Granted, Bandalur wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine himself, but employees that ran off at the mouth didn't tend to last long.
The Daemon huffed lowly, a large paw coming up to run at his face in a tired manner."I'll consider askin' for your names if I decide to hire you. Small talk don't suit me."
Bandalur's gaze slid towards the red haired human. She'd been mostly quiet the whole time, her Daemon doing all of the talking. She didn't seem like much of a conversationalist if her Daemons chattering had been any indication. And with a partner like that, he couldn't exactly blame her. However they both had come in for a job and that meant the both of them were going to have put forth an effort. Bandalur jabbed a claw in the girl's direction, voice gruff. "And what about you? Yer here for a job right? You don't have anything to say?" The Daemon peered at her critically, eyes narrowed. This girl and her Daemon had sort of a wild to them, the Daemon especially. He'd seen it before, the kind of nasty gleam a Daemon got in their eye only when they'd tasted blood. And the complete and utter indifference that only came over a Human when they'd seen it a hundred times before.
They were certainly capable, but not in the way Bandalur liked.
The large Daemon sighed, rubbing at the scars on his snout. "You two....Yer not used to workin' legally. Don't bother lyin' about it. I spent enough time in the Ring boppin' folk like you for a few bills. But 'm too old for that shit now." Bandalur lowered his paw back onto the counter and glared at the pair sitting in front of him. "And that means 'm not gonna be havin' the patience for any shit that you two decide to pull if you wanna be workin' here." Bandalur's eyes slid over to the Daemon sitting at the other side of the bar, a smirk on her face. "Espcially you." The Daemon's eyes narrowed further, boring into the pair seated at the bar. "See the thing about your types is that it's easy to start missin' the ring. You get a good job, it pays better than some street fight in a back alley. Hell, you can clock in knowin' that you won't get your head ripped off at any moment." Bandalur clenched his jaw, teeth grinding audibly as he retreated to his thoughts for a moment. "But you start to get this itch......Suddenly yer feelin' trapped like a rat workin' all day. So maybe you visit the Ring again. Tell yourself that it's the last time. You tell yourself that it's just to blow off some steam." Bandalur sighs heavily, scratching at his beard. "And then yer right back where you started. Like you never left at all. It's like a fuckin' Siren's call, and it draws some of us easier than others." Bandalur let out another sigh, brows unfurrowing only slightly. "So I gotta ask the two of you. Can you really say that you'll be able to resist the call? You two sure you got in in you?" Bandalur did hoped that they were able to, at least for his sake.
He wasn't sure if he could handle another failed interview.
Luis stared at the wall of screens in front of him and gripped his coffee mug tighter. Despite being surrounded by dozens of people attempting to talk over each other, Luis couldn’t hear any of what was being said. Steely gray eyes moved from one screen to the next, a frown tightening on his face. The subjects on the screens were familiar to Luis as he’d been watching them for close to thirty years.
So it stood to reason that he would become nervous when some of them started moving.
Luis turned to face the room and let out a sharp, ear piercing whistle and every head snapped towards him almost in unison. Once he was sure had everyone’s attention, Luis pointed to one of the screens, doing nothing to hide the irritation in his voice. “Can someone tell me, why Tin-Man isn’t at the Library?” Several people muttered to themselves and each other before a voice popped up. “He was last seen in the University Parks. He takes walks there often, Sir.” Luis cocked his head, and shot the voice’s owner a glare. “Oh really? He likes taking walks does he? Tell me how often does he walk to Africa?” Luis pointed at another screen, this one displaying a massive blue cube floating over a lake. Near the surface of the lake a large Metallic figure could be seen, it’s head canted back to stare up at the cube. A sudden commotion broke out in the room, and Luis let out another sharp whistle to draw everyone’s focus towards him again. “It has been Twelve God damn years since that thing has moved from its spot at Oxford University and from what I’m seeing here, NOBODY noticed?” Many of the people in the room looked nervous, none willing to speak up. This only infuriated Luis more.
“Come on! Not a single person in this room can give me a reason why this thing was able to travel thousands of miles from its previous spot and wound up in front of another Kaiju without notice? Nobody at all?” The room remained silent, any eyes that weren’t on Luis diverted away from him. Luis sighed and raked his fingers through his gray hair but his head shot up when a tentative voice spoke up. “Uh...If I may Sir. As you’ve said that particular Kaiju hasn’t moved from its location in over a decade and seemed content to sit there. It’s only monitored lightly because of that.” The display showing the Oxford Library suddenly disappeared, instead showing a series of photos of the Kaiju in question, all of them time stamped. Some of them were simply of the Daemon in question wandering around the Campus. Though many of them were from various social media sites, those containing photos of Students interacting with them. “It was last seen on Park grounds as was stated previously. Several of the Students stopped to get a photo as you can see here. That was six hours ago.”
Luis frowned at the photo of the Students clustered around a rather imposing looking Daemon. “Six hours. It was off the grid for six hours?” The voice piped back up. “It’s not uncommon for it to disappear for long stretches. It will often stop to talk to various members of the Faculty, and occasionally helps Students with their studies.” Luis grumbled, waving a hand at the person to silence them. “Alright fine. I can’t believe that we have Students doing our job for us, but I guess I’m glad. They seem to be better at it than you do.” Luis turned back to face the screens, speaking loudly. “So from what we can gather. The Kaiju Rasteva has left the Bodleian Library located at the University of Oxford. Within, that time it has somehow made its way to Lake Natron in Tanzania, Africa. Since it’s arrival Kaiju Rasteva has been interacting with the Kaiju Echeron, seen here on the screen.” Luis pointed to the massive cube floating over the deadly salt lake.
Luis turned back to the crowded room, face drawn. “I cannot even begin to tell you how unprecedented this is. These things do not talk to each other, they don’t travel, and they certainly don’t go out and start making friends. Something’s up and I want to know what, and I want to know yesterday.”The room erupted into a flurry of activity and shouting and Luis resumed staring critically at the screens. “This had better end up to be nothing. Lord knows I hate surprises.”
Granted, Bandalur wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine himself, but employees that ran off at the mouth didn't tend to last long.
The Daemon huffed lowly, a large paw coming up to run at his face in a tired manner."I'll consider askin' for your names if I decide to hire you. Small talk don't suit me."
Bandalur's gaze slid towards the red haired human. She'd been mostly quiet the whole time, her Daemon doing all of the talking. She didn't seem like much of a conversationalist if her Daemons chattering had been any indication. And with a partner like that, he couldn't exactly blame her. However they both had come in for a job and that meant the both of them were going to have put forth an effort. Bandalur jabbed a claw in the girl's direction, voice gruff. "And what about you? Yer here for a job right? You don't have anything to say?" The Daemon peered at her critically, eyes narrowed. This girl and her Daemon had sort of a wild to them, the Daemon especially. He'd seen it before, the kind of nasty gleam a Daemon got in their eye only when they'd tasted blood. And the complete and utter indifference that only came over a Human when they'd seen it a hundred times before.
They were certainly capable, but not in the way Bandalur liked.
The large Daemon sighed, rubbing at the scars on his snout. "You two....Yer not used to workin' legally. Don't bother lyin' about it. I spent enough time in the Ring boppin' folk like you for a few bills. But 'm too old for that shit now." Bandalur lowered his paw back onto the counter and glared at the pair sitting in front of him. "And that means 'm not gonna be havin' the patience for any shit that you two decide to pull if you wanna be workin' here." Bandalur's eyes slid over to the Daemon sitting at the other side of the bar, a smirk on her face. "Espcially you." The Daemon's eyes narrowed further, boring into the pair seated at the bar. "See the thing about your types is that it's easy to start missin' the ring. You get a good job, it pays better than some street fight in a back alley. Hell, you can clock in knowin' that you won't get your head ripped off at any moment." Bandalur clenched his jaw, teeth grinding audibly as he retreated to his thoughts for a moment. "But you start to get this itch......Suddenly yer feelin' trapped like a rat workin' all day. So maybe you visit the Ring again. Tell yourself that it's the last time. You tell yourself that it's just to blow off some steam." Bandalur sighs heavily, scratching at his beard. "And then yer right back where you started. Like you never left at all. It's like a fuckin' Siren's call, and it draws some of us easier than others." Bandalur let out another sigh, brows unfurrowing only slightly. "So I gotta ask the two of you. Can you really say that you'll be able to resist the call? You two sure you got in in you?" Bandalur did hoped that they were able to, at least for his sake.
He wasn't sure if he could handle another failed interview.
Luis stared at the wall of screens in front of him and gripped his coffee mug tighter. Despite being surrounded by dozens of people attempting to talk over each other, Luis couldn’t hear any of what was being said. Steely gray eyes moved from one screen to the next, a frown tightening on his face. The subjects on the screens were familiar to Luis as he’d been watching them for close to thirty years.
So it stood to reason that he would become nervous when some of them started moving.
Luis turned to face the room and let out a sharp, ear piercing whistle and every head snapped towards him almost in unison. Once he was sure had everyone’s attention, Luis pointed to one of the screens, doing nothing to hide the irritation in his voice. “Can someone tell me, why Tin-Man isn’t at the Library?” Several people muttered to themselves and each other before a voice popped up. “He was last seen in the University Parks. He takes walks there often, Sir.” Luis cocked his head, and shot the voice’s owner a glare. “Oh really? He likes taking walks does he? Tell me how often does he walk to Africa?” Luis pointed at another screen, this one displaying a massive blue cube floating over a lake. Near the surface of the lake a large Metallic figure could be seen, it’s head canted back to stare up at the cube. A sudden commotion broke out in the room, and Luis let out another sharp whistle to draw everyone’s focus towards him again. “It has been Twelve God damn years since that thing has moved from its spot at Oxford University and from what I’m seeing here, NOBODY noticed?” Many of the people in the room looked nervous, none willing to speak up. This only infuriated Luis more.
“Come on! Not a single person in this room can give me a reason why this thing was able to travel thousands of miles from its previous spot and wound up in front of another Kaiju without notice? Nobody at all?” The room remained silent, any eyes that weren’t on Luis diverted away from him. Luis sighed and raked his fingers through his gray hair but his head shot up when a tentative voice spoke up. “Uh...If I may Sir. As you’ve said that particular Kaiju hasn’t moved from its location in over a decade and seemed content to sit there. It’s only monitored lightly because of that.” The display showing the Oxford Library suddenly disappeared, instead showing a series of photos of the Kaiju in question, all of them time stamped. Some of them were simply of the Daemon in question wandering around the Campus. Though many of them were from various social media sites, those containing photos of Students interacting with them. “It was last seen on Park grounds as was stated previously. Several of the Students stopped to get a photo as you can see here. That was six hours ago.”
Luis frowned at the photo of the Students clustered around a rather imposing looking Daemon. “Six hours. It was off the grid for six hours?” The voice piped back up. “It’s not uncommon for it to disappear for long stretches. It will often stop to talk to various members of the Faculty, and occasionally helps Students with their studies.” Luis grumbled, waving a hand at the person to silence them. “Alright fine. I can’t believe that we have Students doing our job for us, but I guess I’m glad. They seem to be better at it than you do.” Luis turned back to face the screens, speaking loudly. “So from what we can gather. The Kaiju Rasteva has left the Bodleian Library located at the University of Oxford. Within, that time it has somehow made its way to Lake Natron in Tanzania, Africa. Since it’s arrival Kaiju Rasteva has been interacting with the Kaiju Echeron, seen here on the screen.” Luis pointed to the massive cube floating over the deadly salt lake.
Luis turned back to the crowded room, face drawn. “I cannot even begin to tell you how unprecedented this is. These things do not talk to each other, they don’t travel, and they certainly don’t go out and start making friends. Something’s up and I want to know what, and I want to know yesterday.”The room erupted into a flurry of activity and shouting and Luis resumed staring critically at the screens. “This had better end up to be nothing. Lord knows I hate surprises.”
Sure! We're still looking for people so jump right in!
Bandalur is never happy if we're being honest lmao.
Rasteva huffed, looking over at Sara to see if she was well enough to push deeper into the building. "Come along now. And do not worry about Bandalur. He acts as a Guard to this place and is critical of newcomers. Frankly I find him to be very irritating, he talks too much." The Daemon used a wing to gesture towards the back of the room, a Bar situated at the farthest wall. "Back there, we will find who we're looking for." Navigating the throngs of people proved to be a test in patience. Daemons and Humans packed the building wall to wall. Talking, laughing, dancing and sometimes arguing. Many of them weren't too inclined to make way for Rasteva and Sara as they tried to get to the bar, but fortunately everyone seemed too distracted to concern themselves with having their toes stepped on.
Sara and Rasteva finally reached the Bar and the Raven wasted no time in fluttering off of Sara's shoulder and onto the countertop. The Daemon strutted across the wood, head darting to and fro as if searching for someone. "Where is she?" A short purple haired woman suddenly rose form Behind the Bar and glared down at Rasteva. "Hey! Get your tiny bird feet off of my Bar! This is a nice establishment I'm running here!" Rasteva stared up at the woman, looking unamused. "A pleasure to see you too, Lady Dalia." The woman's violet eyes widened in shock and she leaned forward to stare incredulously at the other Daemon. "No way! Rasteva you're so SMALL! And so cute! Look at you!" Dalia squealed excitedly and scooped up a protesting Rasteva in both hands to hold them up for inspection. "You put me down this instant! I do not deserve this kind of treatment and I will have your respect!" Dalia didn't seem to particularly care about what Rasteva was saying and continued to hold them. "Look at you! You got yourself a little vessel, that's so sweet-And you seem different somehow....." Dalia stared at Rasteva intently and the Raven shrunk back from her searching gaze. "Oh Dear.....Rasteva what happened to you?" The Raven struggled in the woman's grasp until they managed to free themselves from her grasp. "My Companion and I must speak with you privately." Rasteva used a wing to gesture at Sara standing nearby and Dalia's gaze narrowed dangerously at the Human. "Oh I see how it is...." Rasteva groaned loudly. "Dalia..."
"You're cheating on me!"
Rastvea sputtered loudly, feathers suddenly puffing out. "WHAT?!"
Dalia held a hand to her chest, looking on the verge of tears. "You're gone for weeks and then you come back to tell me that you've been traipsing around with some Human hussy! I can't believe this!"
"She is not a Hussy, and we haven't be traipsing anywhere....Why am I having this conversation with you? Pull yourself together this instant and help us!"
Dalia frowned down at Rasteva and then shot another glare at Sara. "FINE. I'll listen to what you both have to say, but I don't know how much I want to help either of you." The Woman grumbled and barked orders at another Bartender nearby. "If you need me, I'll be in the back. Keep an eye on things for me." Dalia gestured at both Rasteva and Sara and led them to a door just past the bar. Ushering them inside she led them through what appeared to be a store room and towards another door situated at the far wall. Dalia held this one open for the two of them as they stepped inside, and they paused to look around as Dalia locked the door around them. It was small and cozy, the room lit by a multitude of scented candles. There was no furniture, and instead cushions and pillows of various sizes littered the floor. Overhead a collection of orbs of different sizes and colors floated near the cieling, each one thrumming with power. Rasteva hummed softly, looking back at Dalia. "Your collection has grown since last I was here Lady Dalia." The woman shrugged, grinning at the other Daemon. "Yeah well you know how it is. Somebody falls behind on payments, I take a little bit of power from them. But I don't think you came here to talk about that, did you?" The other Daemon frowns, eyeing Sara carefully. "But before we start, can this one be trusted? I mean, OBVIOUSLY I'm not afraid of her or anything. But you know how Humans love to talk....." Rasteva snapped at the other Daemon, a wing settling over Sara's head in a protective manner. "If I did not trust her, would I have brought her here at all? You know how much I hate having my time wasted, Dalia." The purple haired woman raised a brow, violet eyes staring at Rasteva in a searching manner. "That's true I guess. Alright, I'll hear you out."
Dalia swaggered towards one of the cushions on the floor and flopped onto it, gesturing at a nearby cushion for Sara to sit on. "Okay you two, spill it. What do you want from me?"
Sara and Rasteva finally reached the Bar and the Raven wasted no time in fluttering off of Sara's shoulder and onto the countertop. The Daemon strutted across the wood, head darting to and fro as if searching for someone. "Where is she?" A short purple haired woman suddenly rose form Behind the Bar and glared down at Rasteva. "Hey! Get your tiny bird feet off of my Bar! This is a nice establishment I'm running here!" Rasteva stared up at the woman, looking unamused. "A pleasure to see you too, Lady Dalia." The woman's violet eyes widened in shock and she leaned forward to stare incredulously at the other Daemon. "No way! Rasteva you're so SMALL! And so cute! Look at you!" Dalia squealed excitedly and scooped up a protesting Rasteva in both hands to hold them up for inspection. "You put me down this instant! I do not deserve this kind of treatment and I will have your respect!" Dalia didn't seem to particularly care about what Rasteva was saying and continued to hold them. "Look at you! You got yourself a little vessel, that's so sweet-And you seem different somehow....." Dalia stared at Rasteva intently and the Raven shrunk back from her searching gaze. "Oh Dear.....Rasteva what happened to you?" The Raven struggled in the woman's grasp until they managed to free themselves from her grasp. "My Companion and I must speak with you privately." Rasteva used a wing to gesture at Sara standing nearby and Dalia's gaze narrowed dangerously at the Human. "Oh I see how it is...." Rasteva groaned loudly. "Dalia..."
"You're cheating on me!"
Rastvea sputtered loudly, feathers suddenly puffing out. "WHAT?!"
Dalia held a hand to her chest, looking on the verge of tears. "You're gone for weeks and then you come back to tell me that you've been traipsing around with some Human hussy! I can't believe this!"
"She is not a Hussy, and we haven't be traipsing anywhere....Why am I having this conversation with you? Pull yourself together this instant and help us!"
Dalia frowned down at Rasteva and then shot another glare at Sara. "FINE. I'll listen to what you both have to say, but I don't know how much I want to help either of you." The Woman grumbled and barked orders at another Bartender nearby. "If you need me, I'll be in the back. Keep an eye on things for me." Dalia gestured at both Rasteva and Sara and led them to a door just past the bar. Ushering them inside she led them through what appeared to be a store room and towards another door situated at the far wall. Dalia held this one open for the two of them as they stepped inside, and they paused to look around as Dalia locked the door around them. It was small and cozy, the room lit by a multitude of scented candles. There was no furniture, and instead cushions and pillows of various sizes littered the floor. Overhead a collection of orbs of different sizes and colors floated near the cieling, each one thrumming with power. Rasteva hummed softly, looking back at Dalia. "Your collection has grown since last I was here Lady Dalia." The woman shrugged, grinning at the other Daemon. "Yeah well you know how it is. Somebody falls behind on payments, I take a little bit of power from them. But I don't think you came here to talk about that, did you?" The other Daemon frowns, eyeing Sara carefully. "But before we start, can this one be trusted? I mean, OBVIOUSLY I'm not afraid of her or anything. But you know how Humans love to talk....." Rasteva snapped at the other Daemon, a wing settling over Sara's head in a protective manner. "If I did not trust her, would I have brought her here at all? You know how much I hate having my time wasted, Dalia." The purple haired woman raised a brow, violet eyes staring at Rasteva in a searching manner. "That's true I guess. Alright, I'll hear you out."
Dalia swaggered towards one of the cushions on the floor and flopped onto it, gesturing at a nearby cushion for Sara to sit on. "Okay you two, spill it. What do you want from me?"
Gonna Bump this up. We still have room for lots more players! Don't be shy!
Alright! Got a post up.
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