OC! need to voice test! thinking about demeleier

[gayngster]

[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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[gayngster]

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

You wanna see a trick, sweetheart?

[lovereborn]

[ 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 ]

[gayngster]

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.

remember that time i didn't give a FUCK if my icons were consistent

[lovereborn]

[ 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. ]

[gayngster]

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

[lovereborn]

[ 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.

[gayngster]

[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.]

[lovereborn]

[ 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!!! ]

[gayngster]

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...

[lovereborn]

..."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.

[gayngster]

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.