Deimos’s form melts back into his usual, snout and ears receding. He dusts himself off, a grin on his face. “Well that was fun. Maybe in another life I could have been an actor.” He says with a wink. “But I see you got a bit scratched up there. You doin alright, friend?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Deimos’s form melts back into his usual, snout and ears receding. He dusts himself off, a grin on his face. “Well that was fun. Maybe in another life I could have been an actor.” He says with a wink. “But I see you got a bit scratched up there. You doin alright, friend?”
He coughs a little and straightens up. "I am fine. This suit is thick enough that a cat's claws are unable to break skin." He hands you the whip, "Keep this as payment." He says.
Then he turns and limps back in the direction of the Bureau, leaning heavily on his cane.
*I have to give credit to Mike Mignola, author and illustrator of the Hellboy comics. I pretty much pieced two of his stories into one and stole so much from his work for this thing.*
*Cool! That was super fun :) I’ll try to do something like that later*
Deimos accepts the whip but follows. “Now that that’s over with, what are you going to do?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Thank you! I'll cook for you anyway! You don't know how important this is to me!" He hands over a sheet of laminated paper. It is damp and splattered with mud. It is also very, very cold.
Deimos picks it up and reads it.
It reads:
Name: Cerius Behemoth Race: Torment Demon of the Third Qualifications:
Graduated W. Honors from Grenopoli University of Buisiness and Diabolism
Worked for one of the most prestigious Tormentiums for 312 years
Served 34,164,537 souls personally within given time period
15 years in customer service
Won silver medal in the Hadean *devil olympics* Tempting event in 1801 AD
Fought in the Blood War with a KDR of 5
Desired occupation:
Cook or Proxy Summon
"I-I've never applied for a job before. What do you think?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cool! That was super fun :) I’ll try to do something like that later*
Deimos accepts the whip but follows. “Now that that’s over with, what are you going to do?”
*Thanks. I like creating things like this. That sounds like a good idea.*
The plagued doctor limps down the shadowy streets of Hell for a while. He seems to be weary, his shoulders sag and his head is held low. The mummified cat is tucked carefully under his arm.
Eventually he speaks in his muffled voice, "I will probably find some place to put the demon's cat. Somewhere safe where the string won't come untied. Then... I am not sure. I am tired, I might take a short rest..."
A skull on the ground whispers in its distant voice, "You will not rest. She will not let you. No rest. No rest. No rest..."
"I know, " says the plagued doctor. Then he bears himself up slightly and looks at you, "What will you do, you now have an infinite supply of coins."
"Thank you! I'll cook for you anyway! You don't know how important this is to me!" He hands over a sheet of laminated paper. It is damp and splattered with mud. It is also very, very cold.
Deimos picks it up and reads it.
It reads:
Name: Cerius Behemoth Race: Torment Demon of the Third Qualifications:
Graduated W. Honors from Grenopoli University of Buisiness and Diabolism
Worked for one of the most prestigious Tormentiums for 312 years
Served 34,164,537 souls personally within given time period
15 years in customer service
Won silver medal in the Hadean *devil olympics* Tempting event in 1801 AD
Fought in the Blood War with a KDR of 5
Desired occupation:
Cook or Proxy Summon
"I-I've never applied for a job before. What do you think?"
Deimos blinks in surprise. “This is fantastic! I would hire you immediately! But, I don’t think there are cook positions available here. There might be. But you may want to ask for a different position as a backup.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Cool! That was super fun :) I’ll try to do something like that later*
Deimos accepts the whip but follows. “Now that that’s over with, what are you going to do?”
*Thanks. I like creating things like this. That sounds like a good idea.*
The plagued doctor limps down the shadowy streets of Hell for a while. He seems to be weary, his shoulders sag and his head is held low. The mummified cat is tucked carefully under his arm.
Eventually he speaks in his muffled voice, "I will probably find some place to put the demon's cat. Somewhere safe where the string won't come untied. Then... I am not sure. I am tired, I might take a short rest..."
A skull on the ground whispers in its distant voice, "You will not rest. She will not let you. No rest. No rest. No rest..."
"I know, " says the plagued doctor. Then he bears himself up slightly and looks at you, "What will you do, you now have an infinite supply of coins."
“Mate, you need to rest without the weird voices in your ears. I have a few pills that may help.” Deimos looks at the whip. “Mortal coins aren’t really valuable here, but I’m definitely keeping this for any bribery I need in the future. Come back to the Bureau with me- we can sit and rest there.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Thank you! I'll cook for you anyway! You don't know how important this is to me!" He hands over a sheet of laminated paper. It is damp and splattered with mud. It is also very, very cold.
Deimos picks it up and reads it.
It reads:
Name: Cerius Behemoth Race: Torment Demon of the Third Qualifications:
Graduated W. Honors from Grenopoli University of Buisiness and Diabolism
Worked for one of the most prestigious Tormentiums for 312 years
Served 34,164,537 souls personally within given time period
15 years in customer service
Won silver medal in the Hadean *devil olympics* Tempting event in 1801 AD
Fought in the Blood War with a KDR of 5
Desired occupation:
Cook or Proxy Summon
"I-I've never applied for a job before. What do you think?"
Deimos blinks in surprise. “This is fantastic! I would hire you immediately! But, I don’t think there are cook positions available here. There might be. But you may want to ask for a different position as a backup.”
"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."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cool! That was super fun :) I’ll try to do something like that later*
Deimos accepts the whip but follows. “Now that that’s over with, what are you going to do?”
*Thanks. I like creating things like this. That sounds like a good idea.*
The plagued doctor limps down the shadowy streets of Hell for a while. He seems to be weary, his shoulders sag and his head is held low. The mummified cat is tucked carefully under his arm.
Eventually he speaks in his muffled voice, "I will probably find some place to put the demon's cat. Somewhere safe where the string won't come untied. Then... I am not sure. I am tired, I might take a short rest..."
A skull on the ground whispers in its distant voice, "You will not rest. She will not let you. No rest. No rest. No rest..."
"I know, " says the plagued doctor. Then he bears himself up slightly and looks at you, "What will you do, you now have an infinite supply of coins."
“Mate, you need to rest without the weird voices in your ears. I have a few pills that may help.” Deimos looks at the whip. “Mortal coins aren’t really valuable here, but I’m definitely keeping this for any bribery I need in the future. Come back to the Bureau with me- we can sit and rest there.”
Seymund speaks in a hoarse voice, "Medicine is pointless. But I will come back to the Bureau. I can take a... break there." The plagued doctor Seymund limps on through the dark streets. The ghostly figures watch from the windows as you pass by their empty homes.
Eventually you arrive at the Bureau. Seymund finds a chair and pulls it to the side so that he won't be in the way of anybody. He sits down, and rests his cane across his knees and allows his head to sag forward. His face is concealed behind the mask, so you can't tell if he is awake or not. He just sits there silently as the rest of the Bureau moves around him.
"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?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Seymund speaks in a hoarse voice, "Medicine is pointless. But I will come back to the Bureau. I can take a... break there." The plagued doctor Seymund limps on through the dark streets. The ghostly figures watch from the windows as you pass by their empty homes.
Eventually you arrive at the Bureau. Seymund finds a chair and pulls it to the side so that he won't be in the way of anybody. He sits down, and rests his cane across his knees and allows his head to sag forward. His face is concealed behind the mask, so you can't tell if he is awake or not. He just sits there silently as the rest of the Bureau moves around him.
Deimos looks at him with intense worry. “I don’t think wearing a mask 24/7 is very comfortable. Trust me, my last master told me so. You have to take off sometime, right?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Seymund speaks in a hoarse voice, "Medicine is pointless. But I will come back to the Bureau. I can take a... break there." The plagued doctor Seymund limps on through the dark streets. The ghostly figures watch from the windows as you pass by their empty homes.
Eventually you arrive at the Bureau. Seymund finds a chair and pulls it to the side so that he won't be in the way of anybody. He sits down, and rests his cane across his knees and allows his head to sag forward. His face is concealed behind the mask, so you can't tell if he is awake or not. He just sits there silently as the rest of the Bureau moves around him.
Deimos looks at him with intense worry. “I don’t think wearing a mask 24/7 is very comfortable. Trust me, my last master told me so. You have to take off sometime, right?”
"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’s form melts back into his usual, snout and ears receding. He dusts himself off, a grin on his face. “Well that was fun. Maybe in another life I could have been an actor.” He says with a wink. “But I see you got a bit scratched up there. You doin alright, friend?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He coughs a little and straightens up. "I am fine. This suit is thick enough that a cat's claws are unable to break skin." He hands you the whip, "Keep this as payment." He says.
Then he turns and limps back in the direction of the Bureau, leaning heavily on his cane.
*I have to give credit to Mike Mignola, author and illustrator of the Hellboy comics. I pretty much pieced two of his stories into one and stole so much from his work for this thing.*
*Cool! That was super fun :) I’ll try to do something like that later*
Deimos accepts the whip but follows. “Now that that’s over with, what are you going to do?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It reads:
"I-I've never applied for a job before. What do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks. I like creating things like this. That sounds like a good idea.*
The plagued doctor limps down the shadowy streets of Hell for a while. He seems to be weary, his shoulders sag and his head is held low. The mummified cat is tucked carefully under his arm.
Eventually he speaks in his muffled voice, "I will probably find some place to put the demon's cat. Somewhere safe where the string won't come untied. Then... I am not sure. I am tired, I might take a short rest..."
A skull on the ground whispers in its distant voice, "You will not rest. She will not let you. No rest. No rest. No rest..."
"I know, " says the plagued doctor. Then he bears himself up slightly and looks at you, "What will you do, you now have an infinite supply of coins."
*Anyone on?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Deimos blinks in surprise. “This is fantastic! I would hire you immediately! But, I don’t think there are cook positions available here. There might be. But you may want to ask for a different position as a backup.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Mate, you need to rest without the weird voices in your ears. I have a few pills that may help.” Deimos looks at the whip. “Mortal coins aren’t really valuable here, but I’m definitely keeping this for any bribery I need in the future. Come back to the Bureau with me- we can sit and rest there.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"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."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Seymund speaks in a hoarse voice, "Medicine is pointless. But I will come back to the Bureau. I can take a... break there." The plagued doctor Seymund limps on through the dark streets. The ghostly figures watch from the windows as you pass by their empty homes.
Eventually you arrive at the Bureau. Seymund finds a chair and pulls it to the side so that he won't be in the way of anybody. He sits down, and rests his cane across his knees and allows his head to sag forward. His face is concealed behind the mask, so you can't tell if he is awake or not. He just sits there silently as the rest of the Bureau moves around him.
Deimos smiles. “Fair point. Also.. about the food. Is that like a now thing or.. a later thing?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Deimos looks at him with intense worry. “I don’t think wearing a mask 24/7 is very comfortable. Trust me, my last master told me so. You have to take off sometime, right?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"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?"
*hi*
*Hello*
*how are you?*
*Doing good. I ran a mile while juggling today so I feel accomplished. How about you?*
*wow, cool! I’m doing good*
Lonely is creating a mechanical beetle.
*I am sorry, but I have got to go. Hopefully I can roleplay sometime later.*
*its fine. Bye!*