Zamier is at the Angry Boar, sitting on a pile of unconscious demons as he drinks some dessert wine. There is a large rip in his skin, reaching from his eye to his chin, and his uniform is cut in several places. He grins regardless of his wounds.
A small hellhound with a variety of prosthetics approaches him.
"Excuse me sir, have you seen Lord Jåxx? I've been trying to find him all day."
"I'm afraid not!" As the hellhound gets closer, he can tell that the demons are not injured at all. They seem to just be sleeping. "I could help you find him if it's important!" He sets his glass down on the mound on top of a napkin. "It could be an adventure!"
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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.
"Well... It was a suprise to me to realize this myself but, last night... I fell in love with you."
Xan sits there, his eyes widening. He blinks, lowering his glass. "Oh..." He says and thinks for a moment "Forgive me.. I am not used to this.." he says and taps his nails against his glass "You know my job, services for those willing to pay, would you make me give up that job if I started dating you? Would you make me give up my job at the club as well?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"No! I can tell you enjoy your job, and it's a part of what makes you who you are. As controlling I am about most things, the control of that would be completely in your hands."
"No! I can tell you enjoy your job, and it's a part of what makes you who you are. As controlling I am about most things, the control of that would be completely in your hands."
Xan smiles and nods "I'll admit, most are less than accepting when I ask that. I would love to date you but I ask we take this slow. My emotions are dulled compared to many others." He says.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zamier is wandering the layers aimlessly, waiting for nighttime. He sings to himself under his breath as he swings his watch on its chain. "I go hungry every night... but not this time around..."
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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.
Zamier is wandering the layers aimlessly, waiting for nighttime. He sings to himself under his breath as he swings his watch on its chain. "I go hungry every night... but not this time around..."
Amoretta watches, her face blank.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"But of course! No need to rush anything. But, should you ever want company, feel free to stop by my manor or give me a call. I would like to hope we could spend time with each other, perhaps I could even introduce you to my father."
"But of course! No need to rush anything. But, should you ever want company, feel free to stop by my manor or give me a call. I would like to hope we could spend time with each other, perhaps I could even introduce you to my father."
Xan smiles and kisses the inside of his clawed palm "Of course. Feel free to stop by and see me as well."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zamier is wandering the layers aimlessly, waiting for nighttime. He sings to himself under his breath as he swings his watch on its chain. "I go hungry every night... but not this time around..."
Amoretta watches, her face blank.
He silently grimaces and slowly turns his head. "They don't sell model trains down here. I looked everywhere. They don't sell stamps either, since the postal service is shit. Meatspace is terribly boring, wouldn't you say?"
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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.
"Interesting." he says, putting the coin away as the elevator dings
Xan walks into the room and sits down on a featherbed, smiling happily. "Much better than the beds in Lust."
He sits down next to them, careful not to wrinkle his suit. "Whys that?"
"They are made for something much different than sleeping." He chuckled.
His face flushes red. "O-oh, r-right..."
Xan chuckled and pulled out his phone. He quickly snaps a photo of Neil and smiles "I like to keep a record of those who I would take as clients again."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zamier is wandering the layers aimlessly, waiting for nighttime. He sings to himself under his breath as he swings his watch on its chain. "I go hungry every night... but not this time around..."
Amoretta watches, her face blank.
He silently grimaces and slowly turns his head. "They don't sell model trains down here. I looked everywhere. They don't sell stamps either, since the postal service is shit. Meatspace is terribly boring, wouldn't you say?"
She nods sadly "Would you care for some tea to calm your mind?" She asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Xan chuckled and pulled out his phone. He quickly snaps a photo of Neil and smiles "I like to keep a record of those who I would take as clients again."
"Oh, t-thats q-quite nice." he says, shifting slightly as his hands go to where he stored his coin
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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"I'm afraid not!" As the hellhound gets closer, he can tell that the demons are not injured at all. They seem to just be sleeping. "I could help you find him if it's important!" He sets his glass down on the mound on top of a napkin. "It could be an adventure!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well... It was a suprise to me to realize this myself but, last night... I fell in love with you."
"Greed. And you Lust i take it?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan sits there, his eyes widening. He blinks, lowering his glass. "Oh..." He says and thinks for a moment "Forgive me.. I am not used to this.." he says and taps his nails against his glass "You know my job, services for those willing to pay, would you make me give up that job if I started dating you? Would you make me give up my job at the club as well?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods "An Incubus actually."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No! I can tell you enjoy your job, and it's a part of what makes you who you are. As controlling I am about most things, the control of that would be completely in your hands."
"Interesting." he says, putting the coin away as the elevator dings
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan smiles and nods "I'll admit, most are less than accepting when I ask that. I would love to date you but I ask we take this slow. My emotions are dulled compared to many others." He says.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Zamier is wandering the layers aimlessly, waiting for nighttime. He sings to himself under his breath as he swings his watch on its chain. "I go hungry every night... but not this time around..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Xan walks into the room and sits down on a featherbed, smiling happily. "Much better than the beds in Lust."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Amoretta watches, her face blank.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sits down next to them, careful not to wrinkle his suit. "Whys that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"But of course! No need to rush anything. But, should you ever want company, feel free to stop by my manor or give me a call. I would like to hope we could spend time with each other, perhaps I could even introduce you to my father."
"They are made for something much different than sleeping." He chuckled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
His face flushes red. "O-oh, r-right..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan smiles and kisses the inside of his clawed palm "Of course. Feel free to stop by and see me as well."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He silently grimaces and slowly turns his head. "They don't sell model trains down here. I looked everywhere. They don't sell stamps either, since the postal service is shit. Meatspace is terribly boring, wouldn't you say?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Xan chuckled and pulled out his phone. He quickly snaps a photo of Neil and smiles "I like to keep a record of those who I would take as clients again."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nods sadly "Would you care for some tea to calm your mind?" She asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, t-thats q-quite nice." he says, shifting slightly as his hands go to where he stored his coin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.