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Just gonna ignore Asmodeus like that, Evera? xD
Kiddo said
@harine @Alice Said hole in the ground must have magically fixed itself, because we never see it. Also I'm saving you from expulsion for reckless endangerment. Just go ahead and edit it ;)
Got it, thanks.
As Asmodeus whistled and walked the halls, he noticed Roxanne coming out of her room now wearing a white dress. Smiling slyly, he adjusted his pace and direction so that he walked near her side. Whistling a final, drawn out note he removed a hand from his pockets and gave a slight wave to greet her.
"Hello there. Roxanne, was it? I do apologize for earlier, I don't believe I've properly introduced myself."
He placed a hand on his chest.
"My name is Asmodeus. One of the Seven Kings of Hell and the incarnation of Lust. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Removing his hand from his chest, he extended it to Roxanne to shake.
As he waited for her to return the greeting, his eyes slowly looked over her facial features and body. Surely, she was young. Not that Asmodeus cared. Only poor Andrew would have issues with such a young girl, though Asmodeus saw how he looked at her earlier when they spoke at the well's entrance. For him, as long as the girl was old enough to bear a child, that was all that was required. Andrew would be ashamed at him if he were conscious. He never enjoyed how Asmodeus immediately targeted any nearby female, regardless of who or what they were. The Lecher Prince's excuse was that he was always 'hungry'. His powers were weak and it was Andrew's fault for rejecting that part of him. Eighteen years of age and not even a single girlfriend. Asmodeus didn't know how he did it. I mean, the boy wasn't a bad looking human if not a bit thin and physically frail. He was a growing boy after all. His desire for a female's touch should've been out of control. Alas, he still managed to suppress his desire and emotions. Such a troublesome host body.
Shaking his head slightly and eyes staring into Roxanne's, he wondered if she had finished packing already. He wondered the reason why she was wandering the halls all alone for..
"Hello there. Roxanne, was it? I do apologize for earlier, I don't believe I've properly introduced myself."
He placed a hand on his chest.
"My name is Asmodeus. One of the Seven Kings of Hell and the incarnation of Lust. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Removing his hand from his chest, he extended it to Roxanne to shake.
As he waited for her to return the greeting, his eyes slowly looked over her facial features and body. Surely, she was young. Not that Asmodeus cared. Only poor Andrew would have issues with such a young girl, though Asmodeus saw how he looked at her earlier when they spoke at the well's entrance. For him, as long as the girl was old enough to bear a child, that was all that was required. Andrew would be ashamed at him if he were conscious. He never enjoyed how Asmodeus immediately targeted any nearby female, regardless of who or what they were. The Lecher Prince's excuse was that he was always 'hungry'. His powers were weak and it was Andrew's fault for rejecting that part of him. Eighteen years of age and not even a single girlfriend. Asmodeus didn't know how he did it. I mean, the boy wasn't a bad looking human if not a bit thin and physically frail. He was a growing boy after all. His desire for a female's touch should've been out of control. Alas, he still managed to suppress his desire and emotions. Such a troublesome host body.
Shaking his head slightly and eyes staring into Roxanne's, he wondered if she had finished packing already. He wondered the reason why she was wandering the halls all alone for..
Also, to avoid any confusion as to my writing style;
Normal text is basically descriptions, narration, or actions taken.
Bold text is actual spoken/heard words.
Italic text is internal thoughts and monologue.
Normal text is basically descriptions, narration, or actions taken.
Bold text is actual spoken/heard words.
Italic text is internal thoughts and monologue.
The Irish Tree said
4 No5 yes3 are commies.If I counted correctly
Damn commies, undecided voters are the downfall of this country! -Shakes fist at sky-
The white-haired boy didn't seem to react to his glare or low growl. This would be problematic. Perhaps he misjudged and the boy hadn't been following him after all? He wanted to ease up a little but, then he realized that the white-haired boy was sizing him up. Noticing the other boy's eyes fall upon his mask and then his ...ears? It seemed to dawn on the other boy that Kuhaku was a Faunus and he felt his disposition change slightly. Taking a quick moment to himself to look over the white-hair, he sniffed at the air and confirmed he was a human. Human scent and with no animal-like physical traits that he could see. In his book, no human was to be trusted and Kuhaku harbored what he called a 'functioning hatred' for them and their kind. Did he harbor ill will towards Faunus? If so, then Kuhaku would straighten out this issue right then and there.
He didn't fear expulsion as the other boy apparently did. Beacon is a top-tier and prestigious school. In his mind, most of the student body was accepted for demonstrating exceptional qualities to be found in top future Huntsmen. They wouldn't easily expel its students and get rid of so much potential. At least, he hoped so. Whatever. Maybe he was wrong and this boy wasn't following him. Relaxing his stance slightly, he was prepared to turn and walk away until the boy stopped him with a rapid-fire assault of questions. Great. Someone talkative. Why did he have to turn around and potentially pique interest?
"Where did you get that mask?"
"I made it, along with my weapons."
"Do you prefer inside or outside?"
"Outside during nice weather, inside during inclement weather."
"What kind of music do you like?"
"Rock and Electronic music of nearly all types, though I'm not terribly picky."
"What's your favorite color?"
"Red."
"Your opinion on animals and the monsters of Grimm?"
"I prefer animals to humans and hate Grimm nearly as much as I hate humankind."
"Ranged or Melee?"
"Melee, it's too boring sitting back to fight Ranged."
"Are you not very social?"
"Yes."
"Where are you ticklish?"
"I'd rather not be touched at all. Much less tickled."
The boy then fell silent for a moment before taking a step back and asking his final random question.
"What's your opinion on water?"
"Essential to life and fun to swim in."
What was with these questions? Did they serve any purpose other than to irritate and annoy him? Was the boy asking them in earnest or was he just messing with Kuhaku? Teasing him, even? In any case, Kuhaku kept his mental responses and answers to himself. Unclenching his fists, he relaxed and stood straight, staring at the other boy still. Should he not be rude and at least offer a sparsely worded reply? No. It was a waste of time and energy to do so. The questions were pointless to him anyways.
It was then at that moment that a student who had seemingly angered an Avian Faunus made a big scene of being chased by a flock of hens. Truly a comedic sight, but Kuhaku saw it as an opportunity to escape his fellow inquisitive student. Turning, he began to walk away, taking advantage of the distraction. As he neared the front entrance to the school, he threw up his arms defensively as another student suddenly attacked its large doors with an explosive blast to no effect. Goodness, this was going to be an interesting school year to say the least. Mostly due in part to the ridiculous student body. Sighing quietly, he lowered his arms and continued to trek. Hopeful that he had left the other male student behind. Maybe he would take being ignored as a clear sign that Kuhaku wasn't one to socialize with or talk to.
At least, he hoped. There was a lot of 'hoping' today.
He didn't fear expulsion as the other boy apparently did. Beacon is a top-tier and prestigious school. In his mind, most of the student body was accepted for demonstrating exceptional qualities to be found in top future Huntsmen. They wouldn't easily expel its students and get rid of so much potential. At least, he hoped so. Whatever. Maybe he was wrong and this boy wasn't following him. Relaxing his stance slightly, he was prepared to turn and walk away until the boy stopped him with a rapid-fire assault of questions. Great. Someone talkative. Why did he have to turn around and potentially pique interest?
"Where did you get that mask?"
"I made it, along with my weapons."
"Do you prefer inside or outside?"
"Outside during nice weather, inside during inclement weather."
"What kind of music do you like?"
"Rock and Electronic music of nearly all types, though I'm not terribly picky."
"What's your favorite color?"
"Red."
"Your opinion on animals and the monsters of Grimm?"
"I prefer animals to humans and hate Grimm nearly as much as I hate humankind."
"Ranged or Melee?"
"Melee, it's too boring sitting back to fight Ranged."
"Are you not very social?"
"Yes."
"Where are you ticklish?"
"I'd rather not be touched at all. Much less tickled."
The boy then fell silent for a moment before taking a step back and asking his final random question.
"What's your opinion on water?"
"Essential to life and fun to swim in."
What was with these questions? Did they serve any purpose other than to irritate and annoy him? Was the boy asking them in earnest or was he just messing with Kuhaku? Teasing him, even? In any case, Kuhaku kept his mental responses and answers to himself. Unclenching his fists, he relaxed and stood straight, staring at the other boy still. Should he not be rude and at least offer a sparsely worded reply? No. It was a waste of time and energy to do so. The questions were pointless to him anyways.
It was then at that moment that a student who had seemingly angered an Avian Faunus made a big scene of being chased by a flock of hens. Truly a comedic sight, but Kuhaku saw it as an opportunity to escape his fellow inquisitive student. Turning, he began to walk away, taking advantage of the distraction. As he neared the front entrance to the school, he threw up his arms defensively as another student suddenly attacked its large doors with an explosive blast to no effect. Goodness, this was going to be an interesting school year to say the least. Mostly due in part to the ridiculous student body. Sighing quietly, he lowered his arms and continued to trek. Hopeful that he had left the other male student behind. Maybe he would take being ignored as a clear sign that Kuhaku wasn't one to socialize with or talk to.
At least, he hoped. There was a lot of 'hoping' today.
Hey, Kiddo. I'm real curious as to what Coral looks like but the picture you uploaded in the Character Deposit doesn't and can't load up for me for some reason. Is there any alternative way you can upload her picture?
If any of you are curious as to what Kuhaku's mask looks like, here's a reference. Though his would have wider rows of teeth.
KabenSaal said
One of them says Horse Pussy, the other is Link looking dirty.
Thank you.
MiddleEarthRoze said
Ah, Dionysus/Bacchus, to name some. Gods of Wine and Debauchery. :) The two seem to go hand in hand.
If you're trying to get Roxy some drinks, that wouldn't be wise while Asmodeus is wandering around...xD
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