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OC! need to voice test! thinking about demeleier

[Thielo's head is downcast somewhat, his eyes barely open as he focuses on lighting a cigarette, his hand shielding its flame. he puffs a couple of times once lit, stoking the ember, and pockets his lighter. lifting his head, teeth tightly clenched, he scowls.]

What, you want me getting mad about this?

[smoke fans out from between his teeth and out his nostrils, plucking his cigarette between his fingers.]

Well, I am! I don't like the idea of being sent to some lame fucking shittyass "village" that doesn't even have electricity! I'm a man of wealth, you fucking bitch! I have a gang! A career, probably! A fragile sister! And you want to send me to some place that's ruled by a bunch of feisty faes?

[Thielo gives a good long suck on his cigarette, causing some ash to fall, looking cross.]

I better be able to shower every day. Better be girls. Better be a way for me to get my way. I don't care if you created me, you dumpy little goblin, I'm gonna find a way to punch your teeth out.

[he flicks his mostly wasted cigarette to the ground, and grinds it out with the sole of his toes.]

Different when it's bottom-feeding little peasants being condemned to shit like this; not fucking right when it's me.

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[She knows it's been too long when all she can do in situations like this is just laugh. At seeing someone else stuck in this kind of a dump, at the fact that she's being forced to be here still, and that there's probably a high chance of her getting shivved if she opens her mouth. It's not a very happy sounding laugh.]

I'm sorry to say you'll be finding out they don't really care about your opinions sooner or later. But if it's any consolation, I have heard there's a possibility of girls being there. Whether or not they want anything to do with you though? Well, that's another matter entirely. You'll have to find out yourself on that one. Maybe they will, considering you seem to be a rather charming personality.

[he turns to face her with a smarmy sneer, eyes narrow and impish, his teeth jagged at the corners of his wide smile.]

Haha! Oooh, are you being sarcastic?

Maybe I am, maybe not, I was being serious for part of it. I'll leave it up to you for deciding which part that was.

Ha, alright. I like a lady with mystery.

You have a name, kid? You sound like this is your first time getting dragged around like someone's new toy.

[HEY] Thielo. Definitely not "kid."

But yeah, I'm new to this whole ...un-fun version of being someone's toy.

[She huffs a small laugh, cracking a wry grin.]

Sorry, it's a bad habit of mine. Sometimes this isn't so bad. I hear there are some people that have a great time. Maybe you'll be one of the lucky ones.

I guess.

I'm away from shit that stresses me out or whatever, but I'll also be away from the stuff that I really like.

It's like a shitty camping trip that doesn't end, but also a bunch of shitty controlling fairies.

[Another muted huff, her ears flicking back for a moment.]

Sounds vaguely familiar, except for the fact that where I am now is almost as stressful as where I was before. Could be worse though.

[The last part does manage to make her chuckle softly.]

Somehow I think you'll live.

Mm... Home is always stressful. It's that way for everyone or whatever, just for different reasons. [Right?]

Anyway, I've lived through worse. I'm not worried about surviving. I'm worried about not having fun.

You're getting sent to a fairy village, and you're complaining this much? Trust me, there are way worse places.

[ a gang? a fragile sister? she'd practically be falling for him already if he wasn't A) an enormous screechy turd and B) shorter than her. ]

[omfg tall redhead]

I'd be complaining less if I was sent to one of those sex places or one of those quaint 1950s earth-y horror things. We demons basically wrote the book on that kinda shit!

Anything would be better than not having creature comforts.

Look, you could be in a nuclear wasteland! At least Fairyland probably has food.

[ she's never been to a 1950s earth-y horror style game, but she can agree on the first side, at least. there are worse places to go than sex islands. ]

You've just got to count your blessings around-

[ annnnnd speaking of horror, something finally hits her. ]

-wait, you're a demon? Like... a real one?

[his eyelids lid half way, his smile wide and mild.]

You wanna see a trick, sweetheart?

[ what's that thing about demons? oh, right. they're bad news. shirley hasn't been to a church service in... well, months, not counting the funeral. but this is something you just don't forget! ]

Ah, um- nope, I think I'm good. But thanks anyway!

[ hope that nervous laughter isn't encouraging or anything ]

Why're you so nervous, baby?

[Thielo leans forward somewhat, his shoulders hunched, expression tight and impish with amusement. his hands shove themselves into his slack pockets.]

Not like I'm gonna hurt you. I don't hurt girls. I mean, physically.

[ she takes a step back, mostly on instinct. right now, she's got some mix of "god-given fear" and "massive skeeve alert" going on in her head - she has no idea what this guy's trying to pull, but he's literally every bit of creeper she's done her best to try and avoid. plus that whole thing where, you know, he's a demon. that helps the fear factor. ]

I don't- wait, hold up, are you hitting on me?

[ a bit of the fear switches out for incredulity. the fact that she's currently looking down to make eye contact might help with that. ]

Haha! [he leans back.] Maybe. All I wanted to do was show off for a pretty girl.

[ she just stares at him for a few moments. she... has no idea what to make of this guy, honestly. he's a creeper, that's for sure, and he is claiming to be a demon (and why wouldn't he be? aliens show up all the time, and magic has been shown to exist...), but, well. maybe he's not too terrible.

she'll just get the heck out if he starts getting weird again. ]

...um, thanks. [ and then, after a bit of time to recollect herself: ] You do realize most girls aren't going to react well to the whole - you know, demon thing, right? Human girls, at least.

[he shrugs, flaunting his genuine confidence—in certain fields, anyway.] I'm not too worried about first impressions.

Besides, I doubt everyone's gonna be human...

[eyebrow raise. frown.]

Huh. You know, I've never really met a human before...

[he glimpses back at her, as if reappraising.]

[ that's enough to distract her from anything else she could be saying. she gives him a quizzical sort of look, trying to rationalize that out. it's not like it doesn't make sense - probably not many humans where he comes from, after all - but it's still kind of weird to think about. ]

We're not all that special. We don't have horns or anything, so...

[ aaaaand she's already starting to get uncomfortable. seriously, dude, keep your eyes to yourself!!! ]

Oh, I know humans aren't anything special. That's their whole gimmick. That's why Hell makes such a raging success off of their weaknesses. Their souls are deposited to us—the unclean ones—and that's really the only terms I've ever known them by. You know, like waste from some dimension I'll never see.

[he thankfully seems more interested in their conversation than ogling her, anyway—and he fishes out another smoke.]

But a lot of you have reputations of "little demons", so I wonder where the differences are besides demons being... you know, generally better.

Like, as far as the mind goes...

..."little demons?"

[ her eyes flicker down to the cigarette, then back up to the demon's face. she's managed to avoid most smoke for a long time - never really stood next to someone smoking, at the very least. it's kind of weird how normal all this seems for something that's never happened to her before.

she turns away a bit, looking off to the distance as she thinks. ]

I don't know. I mean... do demons have souls? That's the biggest one that usually got brought up in church. [ ... ] Honestly, I kind of figured you'd look - you know, more different. Red skin, or hooves, or weird things like that.

Oh, other guys look like that. Everybody's different. Some less showy than others. Depends on your breeding.

[Thielo holds the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, holding it completely erect. he thuds his fist against his chest and coughs out a thick plume of bright blue fire, which dissipates in sparks and smoke. he repositions the cigarette so its in his mouth, and inhales to get the smoke going, exhaling from his mouth.]

My real dad wasn't nearly as ostentatious as my peers... He didn't have horns at all, in fact.

Anyway, souls: no. But humans probably define souls differently than we demons do. Maybe, anyway. I actually don't know shit about how you guys think about it.

I have a lacky who's a Christian who tried to explain it once, but I think he's just as clueless as I am.

A career probably? Yah-hah-hah-hah! Sounds like you're really bottom of the barrel, fella!

Hey, I definitely have prospects. I just don't know what path I'm gonna end up. I'm either gonna be an accountant, a lawyer or like...a don.

...Yah-hah-hah-hah! Hat-rack, with a list like that I can tell you the path you're stuck on is 'in a ditch.' [Hat-rack is a brilliant insult for a guy with horns, not a dreadful one. Totally.]

[Thielo doesn't even really get that insult and just assumes it's some kind of idiotic juvenile slang among lower-class people.]

That's a funny assumption to make when you don't even know a guy. I'm an honor student, you know, and I have most of the school chairmen trembling in my fingertips!

I'm rough, but I'm smart, and I work hard. I just utilize my connections, too. And my...uh, "talent." Heh.

Guy, anyone who talks like you do and expects to be in anyway even connected to a don and be anything but a guy he keeps under a boot? Is gonna end up in a ditch. Dons aren't smart guys, they're wise guys. They're guys who'd liquidise anyone who used a phrase like 'trembling at my fingertips.'

[To emphasise how stupid he thinks that phrase is, Feda raises his hands beside his face and wriggles them, his tongue hanging out to be extra sure.]

Fee-hawh. Honour student, hee-hee...

[Thielo rolls his eyes.]

I'm young, you shit. Y'not gonna give me some time? I already rule a bunch'a small time syndicates, and I've got other shit to focus on. Not that I have to prove shit to some dip like you, I guess.

So what's with that mouth of yours, huh? You some don yourself, then? You got a big name? Gonna teach me a lesson?

[Thielo's heart skips a beat and his teeth clench in a grin.]

Gur-hur-hur-hur... [He sure does like to roll out his weird laughs.] No, I'm the kind of guy who eats wastes of skin like dons as a warm up for something challenging.

[So it's true, but only technically. Killing mages is his deal, and every now and then one gets the bright idea to run a gang with their magic. Splattering them is very satisfying.]

Only thing I could teach you is the flavour of my boot.

[In return for that grin, Thielo is treated to the sight of Feda's own murderous smile.]

It's really not so bad!

The fae attacks aside, the village is very...

Um.

"Rustic."

I know! That's what I'm fucking pissed about!

[Smiles broadly. She knows. She knows..]

Treat it as a learning experience! Your "gang" will come to see you as a tough, wilderness-surviving champ!

Bluch. They already know I'm tougher than nails. I don't see how this kind of thing can be good for you.

[totally sulking]

You can always be tougher!

Nails are all well and good, but have you ever wrestled a bear?

[Thielo laughs immaturely into his fist.]

Sort of...

Anyway, this just isn't useful to me.

Have you ever wrestled a bear? [he wants go add "little lady" or "little guy" and runs into the wild realization that he has no idea what the gender of the creature he's talking to...is...

oh well that's nothing terribly new to him]

... that's beside the point! I'm not trying to be a gang leader.

[SO THERE.]

How about an ogre?

Trying? Rude, kiddo. I've already got a gang.

Anyway, not ogres specifically... People with likeness, certainly.

But, Thielo, this shouldn't be too difficult of an ordeal. You may be high maintenance, but you're tough, too.

I wonder if killing fae is technically a sin.

Not if they're TERRIBLE LITTLE SHITS. Who cares. Is killing another demon a sin?? Huh? Think about that one.

And being dirty and ugly has nothing to do with toughness. I want showers. A lot of them.

I don't know. We don't have souls, so I don't think so.

[he stares and shrugs slowly, as if trying not to make sudden movements around a dangerous patient.]

What are you going to do if there aren't showers? I mean, you can boil water and sponge bathe with it in a pinch.

No, that's terrible. That's horrible.

I'm going to fucking kill myself before I get the opportunity to be so miserable. You're ridiculous. I'm not doing that.

I've had to do that when our boiler ran out of hot water. Funny thing about hell, I guess.

It's not so miserable if you're in a warm enough room.

[carefully] Thielo, I think you're being ridiculous.

Sponge bathe??? I'm ridiculous??

Sorry, if you don't have 17 siblings, that's just god damn inexcusable. I'd be better off just boiling a lake and bathing there.

—Maybe I'll do that... Or a pond?

You could dig a hot spring or something. [pause] I'm not sure how those work.

Have you ever done laundry by hand?

Why would I do that?? I have people to do that for me. Always have.

What were you going to do when you left home? Have more people do it for you?

[he sits, leaning his head on his hands, elbows on knees]

Such a waste of money.

You only say that because you haven't had the pleasure of not doing things you didn't want to do.

Worth every diabolical penny.

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