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 "I have grown used to it. Most people wouldn't allow me near them if I didn't wear my mask. I do take it off occasionally when I am alone and allow myself to eat." He runs a gloved hand along the mask's beak. "It does get quite hot in the summer though." He laughs to himself. "I suppose I should explain some, shouldn't I?"

 Deimos gives him a crooked grin. “We’re down under, mate. Straight up in Hell. No one here cares what you look like underneath. And.. I could always go for a story.” He says with intrigue.

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 "That's why I put 'Proxy Summon' on there. I, uh, don't know many other jobs other than tormentor. I'd be happy with pretty much whatever they give me, honestly."

 Deimos smiles. “Fair point. Also.. about the food. Is that like a now thing or.. a later thing?”

 "It's kind of a 'whenever you want' thing."

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 "I have grown used to it. Most people wouldn't allow me near them if I didn't wear my mask. I do take it off occasionally when I am alone and allow myself to eat." He runs a gloved hand along the mask's beak. "It does get quite hot in the summer though." He laughs to himself. "I suppose I should explain some, shouldn't I?"

 Deimos gives him a crooked grin. “We’re down under, mate. Straight up in Hell. No one here cares what you look like underneath. And.. I could always go for a story.” He says with intrigue.

 Seymund nods. "Not many here would care. But I am a... guardian of sorts. I have taken as my duty to protect people from the unnatural and from themselves, regardless of whether or not they deserve it."

"You want a story?" He temples his gloved fingers and seems to think.

Then he begins, "There was once a man who witnessed awful things happen to those he loved. There was nothing he could do to stop it, these things that happened were not of his world. This man was broken by this. He sought revenge against the supernatural force that destroyed his life but instead of defeating it, he was defeated. No, it was worse than defeat. He gave in and joined it. He was given the same power that harmed everything he loved, and he... he used it to harm others. This man never quit. He was stopped. A hero came along who wanted to stop him from harming others and the man wanted to stop harming others too, he just didn't know how. This hero was stronger than the man and was able to kill the otherwordly evil, but he spared the man. The man was left, sorrowful, and confused. He had become what he wanted to kill, but he couldn't. Then the hero came along with the power to kill what he wanted to kill, but he didn't."

The plagued doctor stops, his expression indiscernible behind the mask. "I am sure you can tell by now, but that man was... is me."

*This isn't the whole story of course, I split these sorts of things up into segments so that others can roleplay through it as well. I won't be able to respond for a while though.*

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 "That's why I put 'Proxy Summon' on there. I, uh, don't know many other jobs other than tormentor. I'd be happy with pretty much whatever they give me, honestly."

 Deimos smiles. “Fair point. Also.. about the food. Is that like a now thing or.. a later thing?”

 "It's kind of a 'whenever you want' thing."

 “Would… now work?”

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 Seymund nods. "Not many here would care. But I am a... guardian of sorts. I have taken as my duty to protect people from the unnatural and from themselves, regardless of whether or not they deserve it."

"You want a story?" He temples his gloved fingers and seems to think.

Then he begins, "There was once a man who witnessed awful things happen to those he loved. There was nothing he could do to stop it, these things that happened were not of his world. This man was broken by this. He sought revenge against the supernatural force that destroyed his life but instead of defeating it, he was defeated. No, it was worse than defeat. He gave in and joined it. He was given the same power that harmed everything he loved, and he... he used it to harm others. This man never quit. He was stopped. A hero came along who wanted to stop him from harming others and the man wanted to stop harming others too, he just didn't know how. This hero was stronger than the man and was able to kill the otherwordly evil, but he spared the man. The man was left, sorrowful, and confused. He had become what he wanted to kill, but he couldn't. Then the hero came along with the power to kill what he wanted to kill, but he didn't."

The plagued doctor stops, his expression indiscernible behind the mask. "I am sure you can tell by now, but that man was... is me."

*This isn't the whole story of course, I split these sorts of things up into segments so that others can roleplay through it as well. I won't be able to respond for a while though.*

 Deimos stares. “By the gods man, I’m so sorry.” He offers a pat on the back, unsure how to comfort the doctor. “You’re doing good now though! Hell, you convinced me, a demon that’s murdered countless people directly and indirectly, to spare the life of not even an innocent.” He sighs. “Honestly, my life doesn’t even come close to something like that.”

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 Seymund nods. "Not many here would care. But I am a... guardian of sorts. I have taken as my duty to protect people from the unnatural and from themselves, regardless of whether or not they deserve it."

"You want a story?" He temples his gloved fingers and seems to think.

Then he begins, "There was once a man who witnessed awful things happen to those he loved. There was nothing he could do to stop it, these things that happened were not of his world. This man was broken by this. He sought revenge against the supernatural force that destroyed his life but instead of defeating it, he was defeated. No, it was worse than defeat. He gave in and joined it. He was given the same power that harmed everything he loved, and he... he used it to harm others. This man never quit. He was stopped. A hero came along who wanted to stop him from harming others and the man wanted to stop harming others too, he just didn't know how. This hero was stronger than the man and was able to kill the otherwordly evil, but he spared the man. The man was left, sorrowful, and confused. He had become what he wanted to kill, but he couldn't. Then the hero came along with the power to kill what he wanted to kill, but he didn't."

The plagued doctor stops, his expression indiscernible behind the mask. "I am sure you can tell by now, but that man was... is me."

*This isn't the whole story of course, I split these sorts of things up into segments so that others can roleplay through it as well. I won't be able to respond for a while though.*

 Deimos stares. “By the gods man, I’m so sorry.” He offers a pat on the back, unsure how to comfort the doctor. “You’re doing good now though! Hell, you convinced me, a demon that’s murdered countless people directly and indirectly, to spare the life of not even an innocent.” He sighs. “Honestly, my life doesn’t even come close to something like that.”

 He seems to wince when you pat him. Almost as if it pains him.

He stays silent for a moment before he continues, "That is why I am willing to help those who have forged their own doom. No matter what you have done, there is still the opportunity for salvation. I am an example. I deserved to die, I still do, but I was given a second chance."

"After I was defeated, I knew I had to do something. I could not do what I did last time. I have learned that revenge is not the answer, and besides, I was thankful of that hero for stripping me of my power."

"I had been able to cover up my loss and pain by inflicting it on others, but I was ashamed of myself and knew that I could never do that again. Or rather, I was afraid that I would if I did not find a way to stop myself. So I became a sort of paranormal investigator. A guardian against the supernatural. I wanted to stop others from being harmed the same way I did so I began to fight against those evils but with a different goal. I was not doing it to fulfill my rage and bloodlust. I did not want revenge. I did it to protect and to save."

"I was good at it too. I was able to ward against many unnatural monstrosities, and I got to the point where I was starting to attract attention."

"Around that time, a horrible disease began to spread across the country. It was awful, so many people died and in such a gruesome manner." Seymund pauses for a moment, "I suspected there was a supernatural force behind this disease, called the Black Death. I began to search for some spirit or fiend and I found it. Her name was Pesta."

"She took the form of a hideous hag with a ragged dress. This spirit was the embodiment of the plague, and she traveled quickly from town to town carrying either a broomstick or a rake. If she entered a town with a rake, then she intended to allow some of the population to survive. If she entered with the broom..." Seymund pauses, "None survived. Oh, how often I saw that broom."

"At first I saw her often on the horizon, prowling the country side and running rampart through the cities. There wasn't much I could do except tend to the sick, and even then I barely was of any use. No matter how much time I spent with the ill, I was never inflicted with the disease. My costume was probably part of it, but I have the suspicion that she enjoyed watching my pain." He laughs sourly to himself, "It was her downfall."

"I discovered that there was a rising horde of witches that almost worshiped Pesta. They strengthened and encouraged her with their rituals and rites. I was unable to attack Pesta head on, but I realized that I could hinder her by attacking her following."

"So I began hunting for these hags who worshiped disease. I brought down many covens and eventually I attracted Pesta herself. She had grown annoyed with my meddling and decided to end me. She almost did. She attacked me with her broom, and my charms and protective trinkets were of no use. I was inflicted with the plague. I lay there dying and I had a sort of... near Death encounter. Death was very near to me, in fact his skeletal figure stood right next to me and offered me a deal. I still am not sure why and I haven't had the chance to speak with him since." He laughs strangely.

"He wanted me to stop Pesta. Somehow her rampage was strangely personal to him. I had known for a while that Death was not evil, but he seemed to be... kind. He was saddened by the amount of suffering and anguish that Pesta caused and he wanted me to stop it. He did not have the time to explain why. He gave me strength and let me return to the land of the living with my soul. With his aid, we trapped Pesta as she attacked me. We tried to imprison her, for spirits like that are incredibly hard to kill, though I would have thought that Death could do it." He stops and seems to think about this for a moment, " Unfortunately for me, she threw herself at me in the form of disease and that was when we succeeded. The embodiment of the plague was trapped in my body."

"She still is. I am a living prison and hold inside of me Pesta the Plague Witch. Her control of her disease is severely limited now and so it typically runs its course like a normal illness without supernatural guidance. If my body is destroyed then she will either perish with me or she will be freed. Neither of us are willing to figure out which one will happen. Because of that, she uses much of her power to keep me alive. I have lived for centuries because this hag won't let me die. Unfortunately she is filled with rage and hatred against me and exacts her anger on her prison. Pesta has inflicted me with the plague, I have all its worse effects... except for death. I am in so much pain, but she won't let me die. She will hurt and harm me as much as possible without actually killing me. That is why I limp and cough so much. I am not in good health. I am actually constantly at the brink of death but she holds on to me because she doesn't know what will happen if I do die."

He sits there staring at a black spot on the ground for a few moments, "Still, having this spirit inside of me does give me certain benefits. Immortality for one. I am very, very hard to kill which is a good trait to have in my field of work. Many spirits leave me alone because they can sense Pesta inside of me. I can also use her magic to inflict disease and wounds on others but I try to avoid that as much as possible. I prefer to use the skills that I have acquired myself in my field of work. I also own a mansion in Hell, but I don't like visiting it often." He gives a hoarse chuckle.

He turns to look straight at you, "This is why I wear my mask. I want to use my abilities to help people, but they would never allow me near them if they saw my disease marred visage, and for good reason." He coughs and slumps his shoulders wearily. "It is so hard. I can barely get any rest because of the pain that racks my body. What's worse is that... sometimes I lose control. Sometimes my strength fails and Pesta takes over. When that happens..." He shudders, "Helping people and fighting against spirits and the supernatural helps me to ignore my pain. It is when I feel the most in control."

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 "That's why I put 'Proxy Summon' on there. I, uh, don't know many other jobs other than tormentor. I'd be happy with pretty much whatever they give me, honestly."

 Deimos smiles. “Fair point. Also.. about the food. Is that like a now thing or.. a later thing?”

 "It's kind of a 'whenever you want' thing."

 “Would… now work?”

 "Of course!"

A man with a bucket stuck on his head stumbles loudly into the Bureau. Both of his feet also happen to be stuck in buckets and they clang loudly on the floor. He wears a large pack covered in rattling and banging pails. A sloppily drawn smiling face has been scribbled on the man's bucket. He stumbles back and forth in a circle for a few moments and even runs into a pillar. Eventually he is able to recover his balance and he stands there as if he is trying to look around but the bucket wedged on his head greatly impairs his vision. 

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A man with a bucket stuck on his head stumbles loudly into the Bureau. Both of his feet also happen to be stuck in buckets and they clang loudly on the floor. He wears a large pack covered in rattling and banging pails. A sloppily drawn smiling face has been scribbled on the man's bucket. He stumbles back and forth in a circle for a few moments and even runs into a pillar. Eventually he is able to recover his balance and he stands there as if he is trying to look around but the bucket wedged on his head greatly impairs his vision. 

 Tod knocks on the head bucket. "You good?" 

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 He seems to wince when you pat him. Almost as if it pains him.

He stays silent for a moment before he continues, "That is why I am willing to help those who have forged their own doom. No matter what you have done, there is still the opportunity for salvation. I am an example. I deserved to die, I still do, but I was given a second chance."

"After I was defeated, I knew I had to do something. I could not do what I did last time. I have learned that revenge is not the answer, and besides, I was thankful of that hero for stripping me of my power."

"I had been able to cover up my loss and pain by inflicting it on others, but I was ashamed of myself and knew that I could never do that again. Or rather, I was afraid that I would if I did not find a way to stop myself. So I became a sort of paranormal investigator. A guardian against the supernatural. I wanted to stop others from being harmed the same way I did so I began to fight against those evils but with a different goal. I was not doing it to fulfill my rage and bloodlust. I did not want revenge. I did it to protect and to save."

"I was good at it too. I was able to ward against many unnatural monstrosities, and I got to the point where I was starting to attract attention."

"Around that time, a horrible disease began to spread across the country. It was awful, so many people died and in such a gruesome manner." Seymund pauses for a moment, "I suspected there was a supernatural force behind this disease, called the Black Death. I began to search for some spirit or fiend and I found it. Her name was Pesta."

"She took the form of a hideous hag with a ragged dress. This spirit was the embodiment of the plague, and she traveled quickly from town to town carrying either a broomstick or a rake. If she entered a town with a rake, then she intended to allow some of the population to survive. If she entered with the broom..." Seymund pauses, "None survived. Oh, how often I saw that broom."

"At first I saw her often on the horizon, prowling the country side and running rampart through the cities. There wasn't much I could do except tend to the sick, and even then I barely was of any use. No matter how much time I spent with the ill, I was never inflicted with the disease. My costume was probably part of it, but I have the suspicion that she enjoyed watching my pain." He laughs sourly to himself, "It was her downfall."

"I discovered that there was a rising horde of witches that almost worshiped Pesta. They strengthened and encouraged her with their rituals and rites. I was unable to attack Pesta head on, but I realized that I could hinder her by attacking her following."

"So I began hunting for these hags who worshiped disease. I brought down many covens and eventually I attracted Pesta herself. She had grown annoyed with my meddling and decided to end me. She almost did. She attacked me with her broom, and my charms and protective trinkets were of no use. I was inflicted with the plague. I lay there dying and I had a sort of... near Death encounter. Death was very near to me, in fact his skeletal figure stood right next to me and offered me a deal. I still am not sure why and I haven't had the chance to speak with him since." He laughs strangely.

"He wanted me to stop Pesta. Somehow her rampage was strangely personal to him. I had known for a while that Death was not evil, but he seemed to be... kind. He was saddened by the amount of suffering and anguish that Pesta caused and he wanted me to stop it. He did not have the time to explain why. He gave me strength and let me return to the land of the living with my soul. With his aid, we trapped Pesta as she attacked me. We tried to imprison her, for spirits like that are incredibly hard to kill, though I would have thought that Death could do it." He stops and seems to think about this for a moment, " Unfortunately for me, she threw herself at me in the form of disease and that was when we succeeded. The embodiment of the plague was trapped in my body."

"She still is. I am a living prison and hold inside of me Pesta the Plague Witch. Her control of her disease is severely limited now and so it typically runs its course like a normal illness without supernatural guidance. If my body is destroyed then she will either perish with me or she will be freed. Neither of us are willing to figure out which one will happen. Because of that, she uses much of her power to keep me alive. I have lived for centuries because this hag won't let me die. Unfortunately she is filled with rage and hatred against me and exacts her anger on her prison. Pesta has inflicted me with the plague, I have all its worse effects... except for death. I am in so much pain, but she won't let me die. She will hurt and harm me as much as possible without actually killing me. That is why I limp and cough so much. I am not in good health. I am actually constantly at the brink of death but she holds on to me because she doesn't know what will happen if I do die."

He sits there staring at a black spot on the ground for a few moments, "Still, having this spirit inside of me does give me certain benefits. Immortality for one. I am very, very hard to kill which is a good trait to have in my field of work. Many spirits leave me alone because they can sense Pesta inside of me. I can also use her magic to inflict disease and wounds on others but I try to avoid that as much as possible. I prefer to use the skills that I have acquired myself in my field of work. I also own a mansion in Hell, but I don't like visiting it often." He gives a hoarse chuckle.

He turns to look straight at you, "This is why I wear my mask. I want to use my abilities to help people, but they would never allow me near them if they saw my disease marred visage, and for good reason." He coughs and slumps his shoulders wearily. "It is so hard. I can barely get any rest because of the pain that racks my body. What's worse is that... sometimes I lose control. Sometimes my strength fails and Pesta takes over. When that happens..." He shudders, "Helping people and fighting against spirits and the supernatural helps me to ignore my pain. It is when I feel the most in control."

 Deimos listens patiently, his tail swishing side to side. He puts his hands in his lap, sighing. “You need a break. A really long one. I… I don’t know if I can help you with a problem that big.” He says, rubbing the back of his head. “But all of us down here, we’re a bit screwed up. I used to work for a demon lord. It was.. it was fun. He was fun. Funny, human-like, and with the restraint you would expect of a demon.” He sighed leaning back in his chair. “A quiet office job would be nice. It would be nice to not be constantly suffering for once.”

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 "That's why I put 'Proxy Summon' on there. I, uh, don't know many other jobs other than tormentor. I'd be happy with pretty much whatever they give me, honestly."

 Deimos smiles. “Fair point. Also.. about the food. Is that like a now thing or.. a later thing?”

 "It's kind of a 'whenever you want' thing."

 “Would… now work?”

 "Of course!"

 Deimos’s tail wags excitedly. “I’ll help however I can! Gathering ingredients and stuff!”

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A man with a bucket stuck on his head stumbles loudly into the Bureau. Both of his feet also happen to be stuck in buckets and they clang loudly on the floor. He wears a large pack covered in rattling and banging pails. A sloppily drawn smiling face has been scribbled on the man's bucket. He stumbles back and forth in a circle for a few moments and even runs into a pillar. Eventually he is able to recover his balance and he stands there as if he is trying to look around but the bucket wedged on his head greatly impairs his vision. 

 Deimos watches, trying to fight the urge to trip him.

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 Deimos listens patiently, his tail swishing side to side. He puts his hands in his lap, sighing. “You need a break. A really long one. I… I don’t know if I can help you with a problem that big.” He says, rubbing the back of his head. “But all of us down here, we’re a bit screwed up. I used to work for a demon lord. It was.. it was fun. He was fun. Funny, human-like, and with the restraint you would expect of a demon.” He sighed leaning back in his chair. “A quiet office job would be nice. It would be nice to not be constantly suffering for once.”

 He stares at you through his dark lens, "I don't expect you to be able to help. If there was an easy way out I would have found it by now."

"If your job was fun, why did you quit? If you don't mind me asking, how do you suffer?"

The man with the bucket on his head cries out, "I come in the name of the great and powerful Clang, Lord of the Bucketheads, Pail Prince, and soon-to-be ruler of the universe!"

His voice rings inside his bucket and he is facing the wrong way as he makes this proclamation. "I am the voice crying out from the tin can! It is I, Brabua, Prophet of Clang!"

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 "That's why I put 'Proxy Summon' on there. I, uh, don't know many other jobs other than tormentor. I'd be happy with pretty much whatever they give me, honestly."

 Deimos smiles. “Fair point. Also.. about the food. Is that like a now thing or.. a later thing?”

 "It's kind of a 'whenever you want' thing."

 “Would… now work?”

 "Of course!"

 Deimos’s tail wags excitedly. “I’ll help however I can! Gathering ingredients and stuff!”

 "No need! I've already got everything I need." Cerius smiles and leans a bit closer. "And, uh, just between you and me, I bought too many groceries and need to get rid of them, so I'm gonna make something big for you. If I've still got some left when I'm done, you can have them for yourself." 

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 Deimos listens patiently, his tail swishing side to side. He puts his hands in his lap, sighing. “You need a break. A really long one. I… I don’t know if I can help you with a problem that big.” He says, rubbing the back of his head. “But all of us down here, we’re a bit screwed up. I used to work for a demon lord. It was.. it was fun. He was fun. Funny, human-like, and with the restraint you would expect of a demon.” He sighed leaning back in his chair. “A quiet office job would be nice. It would be nice to not be constantly suffering for once.”

 He stares at you through his dark lens, "I don't expect you to be able to help. If there was an easy way out I would have found it by now."

"If your job was fun, why did you quit? If you don't mind me asking, how do you suffer?"

 “Hey, never underestimate my impeccable charm and ability to come up with stupidly simple solutions to complex problems!” He grins. “And well.. my demon lord died. He was close to me and it kind of… sucked really badly. I was unemployed and back to square one. I’m actually not very familiar with this place.” Deimos sighs. “I was formerly employed at the House of Hades, which worked me to the bone with barely any rights! I mean, every day it was kill kill kill paperwork paperwork paperwork.”

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 "No need! I've already got everything I need." Cerius smiles and leans a bit closer. "And, uh, just between you and me, I bought too many groceries and need to get rid of them, so I'm gonna make something big for you. If I've still got some left when I'm done, you can have them for yourself." 

 He’s practically salivating at the thought. “Yes, awesome! I can already tell we’re gonna be best fiends. I mean friends. Same thing.”

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 "No need! I've already got everything I need." Cerius smiles and leans a bit closer. "And, uh, just between you and me, I bought too many groceries and need to get rid of them, so I'm gonna make something big for you. If I've still got some left when I'm done, you can have them for yourself." 

 He’s practically salivating at the thought. “Yes, awesome! I can already tell we’re gonna be best fiends. I mean friends. Same thing.”

 "Yeah, same thing really. Would you like to come to my apartment for the meal? O should I come over to your living space?"

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 "No need! I've already got everything I need." Cerius smiles and leans a bit closer. "And, uh, just between you and me, I bought too many groceries and need to get rid of them, so I'm gonna make something big for you. If I've still got some left when I'm done, you can have them for yourself." 

 He’s practically salivating at the thought. “Yes, awesome! I can already tell we’re gonna be best fiends. I mean friends. Same thing.”

 "Yeah, same thing really. Would you like to come to my apartment for the meal? O should I come over to your living space?"

 “My place is a mess.” Deimos says sheepishly. “We can go to yours if you don’t mind?”

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 "No need! I've already got everything I need." Cerius smiles and leans a bit closer. "And, uh, just between you and me, I bought too many groceries and need to get rid of them, so I'm gonna make something big for you. If I've still got some left when I'm done, you can have them for yourself." 

 He’s practically salivating at the thought. “Yes, awesome! I can already tell we’re gonna be best fiends. I mean friends. Same thing.”

 "Yeah, same thing really. Would you like to come to my apartment for the meal? O should I come over to your living space?"

 “My place is a mess.” Deimos says sheepishly. “We can go to yours if you don’t mind?”

 "Absolutely! I should tell you, it is only a temporary living space, but once I get this job I should be able to get a permanent one."