Originally said Thinking about such a cake not being eaten...a depressing thought, perish it! Giving her a charming smile, Aram reached and gently put the fork into her hand, ignoring the arm pain as usual, and asked her almost imploringly, "Try it. It isn't too sweet..." Guiding her hand with his, the demon brought the fork to take off a section of the cake, and slowly guided the bite of cake to her mouth...his eyes lightly glowed red, and internally, he chanted 'Do it Do it Do it Do it Do it, eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat EAT!'
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Still alive, kind of. The wifi hasn't been great to where I wanted it. Either this laptop is connecting and I make my posts tomorrow, or I'm going to the library to make some RP posts.
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Again, sorry if I've been running slow...a whole other, months long RP was just shut down, nd that was kind of depressing.
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Here is the director's cut...the original last paragraph to my recent post...
"And who might you be!?... get those away from me... I don't take your poison... the cake's obviously a Lie!... I rather hunt down and eat a raw rat than eat that thing... and trust me because I have,,, thought I prefer them grilled... And no! I don't have any weaknesses like allergy you can exploit... and my diet consist of eating anything I can salvage... except for things like those... icky snobby treats, likely poisoned... "
Each negative word about the cake was like a knife to the heart. Aram was fine with being discriminated for being a former incubus, that was fine...but cake was cake! Cake was nothing but pure thought and innocent dreams. Feeling a little bit faint, still, he vowed. As the student ran off, he vowed to have her enjoy a full meal one of these school days! Even if it killed him! As suddenly as that shock happened, another female student strode up to him and introduced herself with a little bow. In turn, a hand still holding the plate of cake up, the demon himself bowed to the student politely, "Nice to meet you Miss Deja Rith. I...am Aram Pollux, the cooking class and sex-ed teacher." ...before righting himself.
If one student wasn't planning on having it, it didn't mean the other couldn't enjoy it, "Bread and cake are in the same category, and both have existed for a long time before even some races of demon...surely, you must have eaten a form of it at some point in your life?" Giving her a teasing smile, he chuckled a little bit, raising the plate lightly, "This one is a lightly iced and lightly spiced chai tea cake." Taking a moment to list off all of the herb and spices of the standard chai tea, he paused thoughtfully, "This was the vegan version...in place of regular milk, there is instead a soymilk."
Thinking about such a cake not being eaten...a depressing thought, perish it! Giving her a charming smile, Aram reached and gently put the fork into her hand, ignoring the arm pain as usual, and asked her almost imploringly, "Try it. It isn't too sweet...?"
If the headmistress thought the presence of tears was odd for a toaster, his sweating bullets at the mention of an 'ex'...well, the little toaster was sweating bullets. "E-E-E-EX? ERM..." The little toaster had to think carefully about what he should say, honestly of course, or else his headmistress's opinion of him would sour..."W-WHICH ONE HAVE YOU BEEN HEARING OF, OVERLORD HEADMISTRESS-SAMA?"
Each negative word about the cake was like a knife to the heart. Aram was fine with being discriminated for being a former incubus, that was fine...but cake was cake! Cake was nothing but pure thought and innocent dreams. Feeling a little bit faint, still, he vowed. As the student ran off, he vowed to have her enjoy a full meal one of these school days! Even if it killed him! As suddenly as that shock happened, another female student strode up to him and introduced herself with a little bow. In turn, a hand still holding the plate of cake up, the demon himself bowed to the student politely, "Nice to meet you Miss Deja Rith. I...am Aram Pollux, the cooking class and sex-ed teacher." ...before righting himself.
If one student wasn't planning on having it, it didn't mean the other couldn't enjoy it, "Bread and cake are in the same category, and both have existed for a long time before even some races of demon...surely, you must have eaten a form of it at some point in your life?" Giving her a teasing smile, he chuckled a little bit, raising the plate lightly, "This one is a lightly iced and lightly spiced chai tea cake." Taking a moment to list off all of the herb and spices of the standard chai tea, he paused thoughtfully, "This was the vegan version...in place of regular milk, there is instead a soymilk."
Thinking about such a cake not being eaten...a depressing thought, perish it! Giving her a charming smile, Aram reached and gently put the fork into her hand, ignoring the arm pain as usual, and asked her almost imploringly, "Try it. It isn't too sweet...?"
If the headmistress thought the presence of tears was odd for a toaster, his sweating bullets at the mention of an 'ex'...well, the little toaster was sweating bullets. "E-E-E-EX? ERM..." The little toaster had to think carefully about what he should say, honestly of course, or else his headmistress's opinion of him would sour..."W-WHICH ONE HAVE YOU BEEN HEARING OF, OVERLORD HEADMISTRESS-SAMA?"
ReaptheMusic said
so if he went back to being a lust demon he'd be pretty powerful?
No...he'd just return to being better at illusions than conjuration...or something. Though incubus are badasses when it comes to sleep and dream magic and manipulation... He is not going to return to being a lust demon, that's prolly gonna mess him up at this point even more...
TheWindel said
Oh nothing.
'kay!
*goes back to wasting life banging head against wall*
Aram stocked up on magical sex energy for about a month, just in case, then just quit...I mean, the young incubus generation are more adaptive than the old generations, they more than just ___ or ___. Anyways, switching sins is like changing alignments, either you succeed or you're too ___ to do so. If you fail you die, that just the risk you're going to have to be willing to take. Aram is fine so long as he doesn't get into anymore action...his HP is literally one hit away from him keeling over.
I don't...I don't get it? What are you trying to tell us?
>:0 <(confuzzled...)
TheWindel said
*cough**cough**cough*
I don't...I don't get it? What are you trying to tell us?
>:0 <(confuzzled...)
Arrayah said
Hilariously, Aram seems to be the most responsible teacher even though hes the most..... ahem... undisciplined.
Uh, no. Aram is the most disciplined. It was hard for him to go from sex addict to sweet enthusiast, especially since his life force depends on it...but he did it-ish! Which is why he's going to keel over any day now...
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ReaptheMusic said
The again, under that argument I made... all the teachers of this school are pretty bad influences .3.
What part of asking about allergy and diet options don't people understand?!
ReaptheMusic said
Fair point, however, it could be seen as a hindrance or a weakness for someone such as... mmmm.... We'll say Aram for now. As a glutton, he's probably more interested in food than he is in battle. Don't get me wrong, I love what these little loves or flairs of personality do to the characters and it really makes them come to life. However, WERE this realistic it would not work out well for anyone. Luckily this is a bit more anime oriented :3 and having those sorts of traits is nothing more than fun.
What part of trapping people in molasses/bubble gum and bashing their heads in with a giant lollipop mace don't you understand?!
Saltiness is the sign of evil, sweetness is all good! All good, all day every day! At least, Aram doesn't trust a person who prefers more salt over sugar.
Also, all cakes have good and bad recipes. All people have different tastes.
*wiggle wiggle*
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Also, all cakes have good and bad recipes. All people have different tastes.
*wiggle wiggle*
3: <( <3 )
Sorry, I'm going through my library of appearances right now...
*focus focus focus cat video*
*focus focus focus cat video*
Peanut
Name: Markie Castle
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft
Weight: 150 (thin)
Personality: Introverted, shy…depressed and defeatist at times…afraid of women.
Bio: Markie was around five when his parents died, being killed in a violent car accident that left him mute, right before his eyes. Ended up living with his grandmother and his mentally ill aunt; his grandmother was quite weak and could hardly move too much during the day, while his aunt seemed to dote on him immediately. The first two years were lived relatively peacefully…till the young boy covered for his aunt’s kleptomaniacal ways, when she was discovered by a neighbour trying to steal underwear from their clothes line. His aunt was oh so grateful…
After that, his memory was a blur of act of abuse after act of abuse, for over five years. Sexual abuse, physical abuse, verbal and emotional abuse, locked up in his room…all pleading with him to forgive her, to love her, to save her. Who was going to save Markie? The abuse was discovered when his grandmother no longer left the house…apparently, she had a heart attack, and died in bed without either him or his aunt even noticing. He couldn’t be blamed for that, right? He was locked up in the room, the only person who he saw for five years was his aunt, she should have noticed! Right? RIGHT?!
After many years of counselling, at aged twenty, Markie thought he had finally reached a healthier mental state…his aunt was instituted with very little chance of being released. Thought he was over it, thought he could be alright…but then, a few years later, OID waltzed into his life.
OID: Everything in his world is ‘alive’, squishy or soft…covered in saliva or sweat and making ‘disgusting’ sounds, they make even worse sounds when touched in any way by him. This is enough to making him sick, every time.
Monster: So far…the being is covering in a draping cloak that drags along the ground in long trains. Sometimes, it lifts the hood enough to show a long tongue licking it’s lips…sometimes it laughs long and hard and high pitched.
Key: Kiss the person under the cloak?! OR WORSE?! Killing them should be enough...right?
~Preferences~
Loves: Red, being alone, quiet, blue skies…
Likes: Cats, quiet, camping
Dislikes: Being in a place crowded with people, meaningless loudness…
Hates: People who show too much skin, sexual or even just romantic advances…
Name: Markie Castle
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft
Weight: 150 (thin)
Personality: Introverted, shy…depressed and defeatist at times…afraid of women.
Bio: Markie was around five when his parents died, being killed in a violent car accident that left him mute, right before his eyes. Ended up living with his grandmother and his mentally ill aunt; his grandmother was quite weak and could hardly move too much during the day, while his aunt seemed to dote on him immediately. The first two years were lived relatively peacefully…till the young boy covered for his aunt’s kleptomaniacal ways, when she was discovered by a neighbour trying to steal underwear from their clothes line. His aunt was oh so grateful…
After that, his memory was a blur of act of abuse after act of abuse, for over five years. Sexual abuse, physical abuse, verbal and emotional abuse, locked up in his room…all pleading with him to forgive her, to love her, to save her. Who was going to save Markie? The abuse was discovered when his grandmother no longer left the house…apparently, she had a heart attack, and died in bed without either him or his aunt even noticing. He couldn’t be blamed for that, right? He was locked up in the room, the only person who he saw for five years was his aunt, she should have noticed! Right? RIGHT?!
After many years of counselling, at aged twenty, Markie thought he had finally reached a healthier mental state…his aunt was instituted with very little chance of being released. Thought he was over it, thought he could be alright…but then, a few years later, OID waltzed into his life.
OID: Everything in his world is ‘alive’, squishy or soft…covered in saliva or sweat and making ‘disgusting’ sounds, they make even worse sounds when touched in any way by him. This is enough to making him sick, every time.
Monster: So far…the being is covering in a draping cloak that drags along the ground in long trains. Sometimes, it lifts the hood enough to show a long tongue licking it’s lips…sometimes it laughs long and hard and high pitched.
Key: Kiss the person under the cloak?! OR WORSE?! Killing them should be enough...right?
~Preferences~
Loves: Red, being alone, quiet, blue skies…
Likes: Cats, quiet, camping
Dislikes: Being in a place crowded with people, meaningless loudness…
Hates: People who show too much skin, sexual or even just romantic advances…
Chai cake isn't too sweet...
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