Abaddon is doing paperwork in the high court of the hells.
Johnny Teatime and the cat parade are parading around.
He feels the presence of another being of cold, but of a different type. Lonely feels the negative energy he's radiating leaving the environment, absorbed by some entity.
"You're ruining the game. And the plants." Comes a passionless voice.
“I apologize for the assumption. Is painting your profession, or just a hobby” Zeon says a bit awkwardly, wanting to be polite but clearly not use to interacting with people. The Spellbook floats over to admire the painting.
“Simply a hobby of a swordsman. I think of it as a form of training, considering how similar the two are. I can tell you don’t want to talk, although your book seems interesting in my artwork.”
Zeon would try to think of what to say when the Spellbook lightly whacks him on the head, causing the boy to glare at the book a bit, before his expression softens and he lets out a nervous sigh. “I’m….just not use to….socializing with others….most of my life was spent being subjugated to brutal training alone in a castle. Not much time to interact with others. I apologize if I offended you….”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“I apologize for the assumption. Is painting your profession, or just a hobby” Zeon says a bit awkwardly, wanting to be polite but clearly not use to interacting with people. The Spellbook floats over to admire the painting.
“Simply a hobby of a swordsman. I think of it as a form of training, considering how similar the two are. I can tell you don’t want to talk, although your book seems interesting in my artwork.”
Zeon would try to think of what to say when the Spellbook lightly whacks him on the head, causing the boy to glare at the book a bit, before his expression softens and he lets out a nervous sigh. “I’m….just not use to….socializing with others….most of my life was spent being subjugated to brutal training alone in a castle. Not much time to interact with others. I apologize if I offended you….”
“Oh by no means am I offended. Even if I was I wouldn’t say anything of it, you are a child, you can be rude sometimes. Anyone who becomes too submissive isn’t someone worth dealing with.”
Abaddon is doing paperwork in the high court of the hells.
Johnny Teatime and the cat parade are parading around.
He feels the presence of another being of cold, but of a different type. Lonely feels the negative energy he's radiating leaving the environment, absorbed by some entity.
"You're ruining the game. And the plants." Comes a passionless voice.
They look around, slightly confused.
”W-what?”
T H E C H E F stands behind them (sorry), a good couple feet away. He's moving closer as the cold and darkness begins to fade. "You're a shadow being, right?" He looks through a small binder. "Hmm... most of them get stronger with distress or death in the area. Can't help with the second one." He sits down on a nearby rock. "I'm a peacekeeper. Not official, but I care enough to try and help. Talk to me. Anything you want to talk about." His eyes are dark and soulless.
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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.
"I can see your future, Jason, that would be nothing in comparison to what you might do!"
Both Jason and his shadow sigh “Well there goes being a regular adventurer, don’t tell me what I do, I want to have a bit of fun with it.”
"Oh hey Shade."
Shade steps out “Hello Mr.Zodiac. It was foolish of me to think Jason would stop doing stupid things, at least for a while.”
"You know, my wife says stuff like that about me all the time!"
Jason laughs and Shade simply shakes his head, walking back into Jason’s shadow.
"How is Clive's wife, by the way?"
“Clive is still denying she’s real, which makes her very sad. First Clive cheating on her and now denying she’s real!” *I am so happy someone else read the books.*
*I am happy to meet someone else who read the books too. "Oh, his poor wife!"
Somewhere in the cloud house you here an echo of Clive saying he doesn’t have a wife “Oh look, an echo.”
"You know what would be funny?"
“I’m listening.” He grins his usual grin.
"If I paid somebody, to pretend to be Clive's wife, the next time he says he doesn't have one!"
“I never thought of that! That is a great idea. And Berlinda would be so confused.”
"Should I do it?"
“Of course you should, and we’ll be the only ones to understand.”
"I can see your future, Jason, that would be nothing in comparison to what you might do!"
Both Jason and his shadow sigh “Well there goes being a regular adventurer, don’t tell me what I do, I want to have a bit of fun with it.”
"Oh hey Shade."
Shade steps out “Hello Mr.Zodiac. It was foolish of me to think Jason would stop doing stupid things, at least for a while.”
"You know, my wife says stuff like that about me all the time!"
Jason laughs and Shade simply shakes his head, walking back into Jason’s shadow.
"How is Clive's wife, by the way?"
“Clive is still denying she’s real, which makes her very sad. First Clive cheating on her and now denying she’s real!” *I am so happy someone else read the books.*
*I am happy to meet someone else who read the books too. "Oh, his poor wife!"
Somewhere in the cloud house you here an echo of Clive saying he doesn’t have a wife “Oh look, an echo.”
"You know what would be funny?"
“I’m listening.” He grins his usual grin.
"If I paid somebody, to pretend to be Clive's wife, the next time he says he doesn't have one!"
“I never thought of that! That is a great idea. And Berlinda would be so confused.”
"Should I do it?"
“Of course you should, and we’ll be the only ones to understand.”
He nods, and picks up his phone. "Alright, I'll make a few calls!"
*Cut for Asmod.* Jason begins grabs a crystal and activates his party chat, now with unlimited range “I know some good people for this, I might call Don.”
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They look around, slightly confused.
”W-what?”
Zeon would try to think of what to say when the Spellbook lightly whacks him on the head, causing the boy to glare at the book a bit, before his expression softens and he lets out a nervous sigh. “I’m….just not use to….socializing with others….most of my life was spent being subjugated to brutal training alone in a castle. Not much time to interact with others. I apologize if I offended you….”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Jason is making a house out of clouds.
Donquixote is invisible in Abaddon’s office, leaning against the wall and smoking.
Rag comes back from visiting his family and is walking around the courthouse. *Do the pit fiends talk about Rag?*
*hey Asmodeus wanna rp?*
*Yes!*
“Eh? What do you want kid?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Oh by no means am I offended. Even if I was I wouldn’t say anything of it, you are a child, you can be rude sometimes. Anyone who becomes too submissive isn’t someone worth dealing with.”
"I heard you need money!"
Lonely, calming down a bit, walks over and watches Jason construct the house.
Abaddon notices the smoke. (Also truesight) “hello… Don…”
*probably, either being impressed or slightly terrified*
“Yeah. So what?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*reposting this for Asmodeus*
*Sorry, who was Corvin again? My memory sucks.*
"How much?"
He takes a bit off of the wall and hands it to Lonely, literally the softest thing they’ve ever felt.
“Hello sweet Abaddon, did you like my gift?” He shimmers back into visibility.
T H E C H E F stands behind them (sorry), a good couple feet away. He's moving closer as the cold and darkness begins to fade. "You're a shadow being, right?" He looks through a small binder. "Hmm... most of them get stronger with distress or death in the area. Can't help with the second one." He sits down on a nearby rock. "I'm a peacekeeper. Not official, but I care enough to try and help. Talk to me. Anything you want to talk about." His eyes are dark and soulless.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Of course you should, and we’ll be the only ones to understand.”
“200,000 US dollars.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He nods, and picks up his phone. "Alright, I'll make a few calls!"
He throws $200,000 us dollars at him.
*Cut for Asmod.*
Jason begins grabs a crystal and activates his party chat, now with unlimited range “I know some good people for this, I might call Don.”