But it was evil and probably planned to burn the whole house down D:
I really need to have him ask her to give him a name or something soon, so I don't have to refer to him as just "demon" and "he" all the time, hrm. Or maybe he looks around the house and spots a magazine and names himself after a character there or something. And ends up being Bob.
Going to post again in a bit!
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Alright, good the post was okay. I'm going to have fun having Zahira get mini-crushes on half the cast, heh. Of course, she will think her whole world ruined once she learns of Rainer's age |D
And yeah, the site being down really kept me from doing crap. Not that it was the only thing going on, since I had essays to write too and all.
Also oo, one more PC.
And yeah, the site being down really kept me from doing crap. Not that it was the only thing going on, since I had essays to write too and all.
Also oo, one more PC.
Damn forum downtime >>
Going to get a post up today, unless the forums go down again, yo.
Aaand... done! Sorry for bringing even more people into the whole room/bathroom scene, but it was just something Fedya would have been really interested in. Also, I plan to keep Dieter in the kitchen to avoid making the cafeteria group even bigger, but he will interact if anyone else comes in.
Going to get a post up today, unless the forums go down again, yo.
Aaand... done! Sorry for bringing even more people into the whole room/bathroom scene, but it was just something Fedya would have been really interested in. Also, I plan to keep Dieter in the kitchen to avoid making the cafeteria group even bigger, but he will interact if anyone else comes in.
Sorry Mon, siding with everyone else here.
Spreading the nude > spreading the clothes.
Because boobies.
Spreading the nude > spreading the clothes.
Because boobies.
Hah, "poor Frankie" is something we'll be saying often in this one, I feel |D
Posted again, too. Demon: 1, Evil kettle: 0.
Posted again, too. Demon: 1, Evil kettle: 0.
"I am~," the demon replied in a singy-sangy voice, hands behind his back and face occupied with a wide, somewhat catty grin at her reaction. The surprise in her voice and actions was endearing, just what he'd hoped to see. "Hee, I told you I was fine, didn't I? I'm kind of strong, see." He pointed at himself with both thumps, chest puffed as if to emphasize his point. "So, I g-"
Whatever words he was about to say got stuck on his tongue as he noticed the condition of the girl's hand. The glint in his eyes faded a bit, and although his smile still stayed, it wasn't as wide and certainly not as genuine as few seconds prior. And when he spoke, his voice wasn't kiddy. It was cold.
"You're hurt."
His blue eyes narrowed as he shot a glare at the kettle innocently sitting on the table. The thought that he was the true cause behind the burn didn't even cross his mind. It was the kettle that had burned her, so it was the kettle that had to pay. The demon took a step closer to the girl, and the second the tip of his shoe touched the floor, the kettle suddenly exploded into a thousand tiny shards. Yet, curiously, the shards and water sent flying around the room missed the girl and the demon entirely.
"Show me," the demon almost ordered from behind his smile, voice barely audible in the middle of the noise made by the shards ricocheting against walls and floor alike. Without waiting for an answer, he extended a hand to try and grab the girl's injured hand in his own for closer inspection. He didn't want his human broken this early on.
Whatever words he was about to say got stuck on his tongue as he noticed the condition of the girl's hand. The glint in his eyes faded a bit, and although his smile still stayed, it wasn't as wide and certainly not as genuine as few seconds prior. And when he spoke, his voice wasn't kiddy. It was cold.
"You're hurt."
His blue eyes narrowed as he shot a glare at the kettle innocently sitting on the table. The thought that he was the true cause behind the burn didn't even cross his mind. It was the kettle that had burned her, so it was the kettle that had to pay. The demon took a step closer to the girl, and the second the tip of his shoe touched the floor, the kettle suddenly exploded into a thousand tiny shards. Yet, curiously, the shards and water sent flying around the room missed the girl and the demon entirely.
"Show me," the demon almost ordered from behind his smile, voice barely audible in the middle of the noise made by the shards ricocheting against walls and floor alike. Without waiting for an answer, he extended a hand to try and grab the girl's injured hand in his own for closer inspection. He didn't want his human broken this early on.
Post done and... wow, it got long. Sorry 'bout that.
First Day
On the first day, Zahira awoke with a splitting headache and a plethora of embarrassing memories to carry to her grave. She wasn't usually one to drink herself to passing out, surprising as it might seem, but last night had been different - even if still an accident. She'd been spending time at a local bar after a particularly taxing day at work, when a guy her age had taken a seat next to her. And boy, it had not been any guy, it'd been a total cutie of a man! Of course she had needed to try and show off her liquor holding skills - or, as it turned out, her lack of them. Luckily her best friend'd been there to drag her back home before she'd done anything irreversible, but not before she'd drank enough to adamantly try and claim that the decorative horse statue in the bar was her pet cat Cedric and needed to come home with her.
Long story short, she owed her friend one, and she was never drinking again. Especially since she hadn't managed to get the guy - or the statue - after all. All she'd brought back was a headache and a stomach that tried to take every opportunity it had to empty itself over whatever stood in front of her at the moment.
Somehow, she still managed to get herself up from her bed in the end and exhort herself enough to get to the bathroom. And it was when she looked at the decorated mirror in front of her that she saw that for the first time; a peculiar text, floating just above her head and proudly declaring her name, as well as the word "lv 1", whatever that meant. She thought nothing of it at the time, passing it off as just the hallucinations of a hangover woman, and just continued to go about her morning as usual, every now and again breaking into sobbing fits over having embarrassed herself in front of a hot man the way she had.
She was late from work that morning, but through profuse apologies (ones delivered with enough volume to startle neighbours all the way across the street) she had somehow managed to keep her job. Perhaps it was the desperation on her face or her boss just desperately needing workforce, she didn't know. But there she was again in a minute, changing into work gear and accepting her first request for the day.
And that's when it happened again; no sooner had she received the details of her first order, when text popped up into her vision again, this time written in a strange window straight out of one of those games the boys used to play back in middle school.
She blinked once and she blinked twice, and the second time around the text had disappeared, only to be replaced by what seemed to be a better detailed explanation of what she saw earlier.
She squinted.
"Event... quest...? Time limit..." She mumbled to herself, eyes wide and confused. "Rewar - ah!" It was then that she stopped, her simple mind easily impressed. "Ah, so the reward is praise! And, and exp. I don't really get it but exp... that's the same as points...? Like, karma points! So then-"
"Zahira, the food's getting cold!" She heard the booming voice of her employer and quickly snapped out of her thoughts. Almost stumbling, she turned around.
"Ah, yes, sorries, going right now mister, sir!"
And as she did, the window disappeared as if never there.
The next window wouldn't appear until the very evening, when Zahira was returning home from work with a skip to her step and a hum on her lips. Not only had she received a lot of tips today, she had gotten positive feedback from her boss, and that surely meant that her score as a human being had gone up, too. Tomorrow, she'd need to call her friend and tell him about this. And he said she was a hopeless case!
The last window informed her of a mission accomplished, as well as exp earned, and Zahira figured that perhaps these drunken hallucinations weren't such a bad thing after all.
Second Day
... Until she realized they were still there the second day.
A look in the mirror still showed her name and her "LV", whatever that meant (loveliness vector? Lonely... uh...) and fun as it that had been yesterday, it was just a little nerve wrecking today. What if she had drunk enough last night to permanently destroy brain cells and make her stupid?! She called her friend early in the morning to cry to him about the matter, and with a sigh and a groan she'd been convinced she couldn't get any stupider no matter what. So, relieved, she hung up the call and headed for work.
Once there, she figured the only way to make sure she wasn't being a silly-butt about this all was to simply ask. So she did, from her coworkers to the customers staying in the shop to eat, from random passersby that mostly ran away at her frantic approach. It didn't matter who she asked though, as the reactions were pretty much the same throughout; everyone raised a curious brow, shook their head and offered no answers for her to carry home. Some offered delightful smiles and chuckles, though, so at least she had brightened up someone's day...? Then again, some had told her she was being weird. At that she would panic and try to wave her hands and explain away her point, and she would receive more chuckles and smiling faces in response - even if neither was what she was really looking for.
With a sigh, Zahira slumped down on a chair in the few spare minutes she had from her deliveries. Nobody saw what she did... what was-
She couldn't finish that thought when another window appeared, directly followed by another.
They mentioned something about a skill, whatever that meant, and seemed to both be positive. The second window displayed a small Sherlockian hat.
Zahira almost fell back in her chair at the text, but bizarre as it was, she couldn't help but feel a small stroke of pride pound in her chest. Basically, the text was telling her that she was smart, right! It had the picture of whatshisface's hat and all! And that guy was smart, right? So, so she was like a detective too now! She rather liked the thought. Being proud enough to forget how nonsensible the situation was, the easily excitable girl jumped up and went to tell her boss she was smart. In response, she got another package to deliver shoved into her arms.
She figured it was her reward and was just about to start eating, when a coworker pushed her out the door and back into work.
Third Day
All Zahira had wanted on the third day - which coincidentally was also her day off - was shop.
After all, when the world gives you lemons and crazy, bizarre windows appearing out of nowhere, you shop your heart out until you don't really mind anymore. Or, well, that had been the plan, anyway. And for a few hours, it had gone rather smoothly; she had woken up and gotten to the mall without much trouble from this Gamer thingy, and if you didn't count the names she still saw above people's heads, nothing strange had happened to deter her from her money spending funtime. But, like all good things, that peace had to come to an end eventually.
She had just exited a shop and began her descent on the escalator, when a yet another window popped up in front of her.
"Aww, phooey, I thought it was over!" She exclaimed before she realized it, turning many a head to peer at her with surprise. Immediately, Zahira blushed, doing her best to avoid the gazes. Oh. Oh, no, no, now people thought she was weird again! Stupid window... And it wasn't disappearing like the previous ones, either.
Blinking, the girl leaned in to read the message again. "Others like me... investigate... AH!"
Heads turned again, but this time, Zahira didn't care - or notice, for that matter.
"There are others! I'm not the only one! I'm not crazy! Ah, maybe, maybe then, this is a quest from heaven to help me find my prince! That would be so cool, oihh~!" Blushing at her own thoughts now, the girl spun around on the step she was standing, almost falling down on whoever was unfortunate enough to occupy the step beneath her.
Her balance regained with a sudden show of acrobatic skill, the girl sped down the escalator and jumped off, fist pumped in the air. "I'm going to do it!" She exclaimed, only to realize that the window was... still there. Her excitement dying down a bit, she blinked once more, confused.
"... Uh... I get it already, Mr. God. Thank you. Um...?" Unsure, she waved her hand in front of the window, but found nothing happening. Then she noticed the buttons. Oh, duhh! With a quick flick of her finger, she accepted the quest and sighed in relief as the window vanished. Okay, now, back to her mission! Where could she find these gamer people? Gamers were usually people who never left their home or took care of their hygiene, right? The ewwie people at school. Her prince wasn't... one of them, was he?! But then, she was part of the game too, and she wasn't like that. Ah, her head was starting to hurt from thinking now..
As she absentmindedly wandered around the mall, picking at her brain for ways to search for others, she eventually ended up bumping into someone just a little ways from the mall's gaming centre.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't-," the girl began, only for her eyes to fall on the Gamer tag floating above the brunette boy's head, next to a name 'Rainer Hinotane'. "... see you..." Her eyes travelled down to his face, and she noticed the boy she'd bumped into was... pretty cute. She blushed, staring. "...t-there..."
On the first day, Zahira awoke with a splitting headache and a plethora of embarrassing memories to carry to her grave. She wasn't usually one to drink herself to passing out, surprising as it might seem, but last night had been different - even if still an accident. She'd been spending time at a local bar after a particularly taxing day at work, when a guy her age had taken a seat next to her. And boy, it had not been any guy, it'd been a total cutie of a man! Of course she had needed to try and show off her liquor holding skills - or, as it turned out, her lack of them. Luckily her best friend'd been there to drag her back home before she'd done anything irreversible, but not before she'd drank enough to adamantly try and claim that the decorative horse statue in the bar was her pet cat Cedric and needed to come home with her.
Long story short, she owed her friend one, and she was never drinking again. Especially since she hadn't managed to get the guy - or the statue - after all. All she'd brought back was a headache and a stomach that tried to take every opportunity it had to empty itself over whatever stood in front of her at the moment.
Somehow, she still managed to get herself up from her bed in the end and exhort herself enough to get to the bathroom. And it was when she looked at the decorated mirror in front of her that she saw that for the first time; a peculiar text, floating just above her head and proudly declaring her name, as well as the word "lv 1", whatever that meant. She thought nothing of it at the time, passing it off as just the hallucinations of a hangover woman, and just continued to go about her morning as usual, every now and again breaking into sobbing fits over having embarrassed herself in front of a hot man the way she had.
She was late from work that morning, but through profuse apologies (ones delivered with enough volume to startle neighbours all the way across the street) she had somehow managed to keep her job. Perhaps it was the desperation on her face or her boss just desperately needing workforce, she didn't know. But there she was again in a minute, changing into work gear and accepting her first request for the day.
And that's when it happened again; no sooner had she received the details of her first order, when text popped up into her vision again, this time written in a strange window straight out of one of those games the boys used to play back in middle school.
She blinked once and she blinked twice, and the second time around the text had disappeared, only to be replaced by what seemed to be a better detailed explanation of what she saw earlier.
She squinted.
"Event... quest...? Time limit..." She mumbled to herself, eyes wide and confused. "Rewar - ah!" It was then that she stopped, her simple mind easily impressed. "Ah, so the reward is praise! And, and exp. I don't really get it but exp... that's the same as points...? Like, karma points! So then-"
"Zahira, the food's getting cold!" She heard the booming voice of her employer and quickly snapped out of her thoughts. Almost stumbling, she turned around.
"Ah, yes, sorries, going right now mister, sir!"
And as she did, the window disappeared as if never there.
The next window wouldn't appear until the very evening, when Zahira was returning home from work with a skip to her step and a hum on her lips. Not only had she received a lot of tips today, she had gotten positive feedback from her boss, and that surely meant that her score as a human being had gone up, too. Tomorrow, she'd need to call her friend and tell him about this. And he said she was a hopeless case!
The last window informed her of a mission accomplished, as well as exp earned, and Zahira figured that perhaps these drunken hallucinations weren't such a bad thing after all.
Second Day
... Until she realized they were still there the second day.
A look in the mirror still showed her name and her "LV", whatever that meant (loveliness vector? Lonely... uh...) and fun as it that had been yesterday, it was just a little nerve wrecking today. What if she had drunk enough last night to permanently destroy brain cells and make her stupid?! She called her friend early in the morning to cry to him about the matter, and with a sigh and a groan she'd been convinced she couldn't get any stupider no matter what. So, relieved, she hung up the call and headed for work.
Once there, she figured the only way to make sure she wasn't being a silly-butt about this all was to simply ask. So she did, from her coworkers to the customers staying in the shop to eat, from random passersby that mostly ran away at her frantic approach. It didn't matter who she asked though, as the reactions were pretty much the same throughout; everyone raised a curious brow, shook their head and offered no answers for her to carry home. Some offered delightful smiles and chuckles, though, so at least she had brightened up someone's day...? Then again, some had told her she was being weird. At that she would panic and try to wave her hands and explain away her point, and she would receive more chuckles and smiling faces in response - even if neither was what she was really looking for.
With a sigh, Zahira slumped down on a chair in the few spare minutes she had from her deliveries. Nobody saw what she did... what was-
She couldn't finish that thought when another window appeared, directly followed by another.
They mentioned something about a skill, whatever that meant, and seemed to both be positive. The second window displayed a small Sherlockian hat.
Zahira almost fell back in her chair at the text, but bizarre as it was, she couldn't help but feel a small stroke of pride pound in her chest. Basically, the text was telling her that she was smart, right! It had the picture of whatshisface's hat and all! And that guy was smart, right? So, so she was like a detective too now! She rather liked the thought. Being proud enough to forget how nonsensible the situation was, the easily excitable girl jumped up and went to tell her boss she was smart. In response, she got another package to deliver shoved into her arms.
She figured it was her reward and was just about to start eating, when a coworker pushed her out the door and back into work.
Third Day
All Zahira had wanted on the third day - which coincidentally was also her day off - was shop.
After all, when the world gives you lemons and crazy, bizarre windows appearing out of nowhere, you shop your heart out until you don't really mind anymore. Or, well, that had been the plan, anyway. And for a few hours, it had gone rather smoothly; she had woken up and gotten to the mall without much trouble from this Gamer thingy, and if you didn't count the names she still saw above people's heads, nothing strange had happened to deter her from her money spending funtime. But, like all good things, that peace had to come to an end eventually.
She had just exited a shop and began her descent on the escalator, when a yet another window popped up in front of her.
"Aww, phooey, I thought it was over!" She exclaimed before she realized it, turning many a head to peer at her with surprise. Immediately, Zahira blushed, doing her best to avoid the gazes. Oh. Oh, no, no, now people thought she was weird again! Stupid window... And it wasn't disappearing like the previous ones, either.
Blinking, the girl leaned in to read the message again. "Others like me... investigate... AH!"
Heads turned again, but this time, Zahira didn't care - or notice, for that matter.
"There are others! I'm not the only one! I'm not crazy! Ah, maybe, maybe then, this is a quest from heaven to help me find my prince! That would be so cool, oihh~!" Blushing at her own thoughts now, the girl spun around on the step she was standing, almost falling down on whoever was unfortunate enough to occupy the step beneath her.
Her balance regained with a sudden show of acrobatic skill, the girl sped down the escalator and jumped off, fist pumped in the air. "I'm going to do it!" She exclaimed, only to realize that the window was... still there. Her excitement dying down a bit, she blinked once more, confused.
"... Uh... I get it already, Mr. God. Thank you. Um...?" Unsure, she waved her hand in front of the window, but found nothing happening. Then she noticed the buttons. Oh, duhh! With a quick flick of her finger, she accepted the quest and sighed in relief as the window vanished. Okay, now, back to her mission! Where could she find these gamer people? Gamers were usually people who never left their home or took care of their hygiene, right? The ewwie people at school. Her prince wasn't... one of them, was he?! But then, she was part of the game too, and she wasn't like that. Ah, her head was starting to hurt from thinking now..
As she absentmindedly wandered around the mall, picking at her brain for ways to search for others, she eventually ended up bumping into someone just a little ways from the mall's gaming centre.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't-," the girl began, only for her eyes to fall on the Gamer tag floating above the brunette boy's head, next to a name 'Rainer Hinotane'. "... see you..." Her eyes travelled down to his face, and she noticed the boy she'd bumped into was... pretty cute. She blushed, staring. "...t-there..."
Phew, with most things out of the way now, expect a post from em either today or tomorrow (Monday or Tuesday) for sure!
His next awakening was decidedly far more pleasant than the previous one'd been. For one, he didn't feel cold snow underneath his palm as he pushed himself to sit, and the wind that had so relentlessly tried to freeze his brain the last time was nowhere to be seen. It was warm. And not just because the temperature around him had gone up, either. He felt warm. Happy. Someone had come for him, after all! This was a yet another reason of why he liked human women. A demon would have never saved him, not without demanding half his power as compensation, at least.
The demon pushed away what little grogginess was left in his mind and slid himself of the couch he'd been sleeping on, silently and without much effort, before stretching rather theatrically. Aww, he was feeling awesome already. Now that the cold wasn't keeping him in check anymore, it didn't take long for all his power to return. His name returned as well, one he'd almost forgotten during his desperate struggle outside. Not that it helped him much, he couldn't exactly use it in the human world. He'd need a new one here, something that didn't scare away his savior. Hum...
Oh, wait, speaking of, where was his savior?
Blinking, the demon drew his face into a somewhat childish pout. Not waiting besides him until he woke up... She missed a chance to be romantic! Tsk. Then, in the kitchen? He heard noises from there. The demon nodded to himself with a smile and tiptoed to the door before peeking in. And indeed, there she was, focused on tea-making enough not to notice his approach. What a perfect opportunity.
Tiptoeing some more, the demon made his way behind her, keeping himself just a bit crouched so as to not cast a shadow over her. Grinning impishly, he stretched his fingers and, with one swift motion, wrapped his arms around her middle, practically jumping against her back as he shouted out a cheery, unexpected: "Moornin~, Sunshine!"
The demon pushed away what little grogginess was left in his mind and slid himself of the couch he'd been sleeping on, silently and without much effort, before stretching rather theatrically. Aww, he was feeling awesome already. Now that the cold wasn't keeping him in check anymore, it didn't take long for all his power to return. His name returned as well, one he'd almost forgotten during his desperate struggle outside. Not that it helped him much, he couldn't exactly use it in the human world. He'd need a new one here, something that didn't scare away his savior. Hum...
Oh, wait, speaking of, where was his savior?
Blinking, the demon drew his face into a somewhat childish pout. Not waiting besides him until he woke up... She missed a chance to be romantic! Tsk. Then, in the kitchen? He heard noises from there. The demon nodded to himself with a smile and tiptoed to the door before peeking in. And indeed, there she was, focused on tea-making enough not to notice his approach. What a perfect opportunity.
Tiptoeing some more, the demon made his way behind her, keeping himself just a bit crouched so as to not cast a shadow over her. Grinning impishly, he stretched his fingers and, with one swift motion, wrapped his arms around her middle, practically jumping against her back as he shouted out a cheery, unexpected: "Moornin~, Sunshine!"
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