dear_mun | Train-wreck voice test, choo choo

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Train-wreck voice test, choo choo

Look what we have here. A lost and guilty soul trying to play a role far greater then it can comprehend. Some might find your naive behavior cute, charming even. I, however, do not. That is not here nor there nor anywhere important.

You see, this stealing me away from my carnival for your amusement is [a beat] bothersome. You are fortunate enough that there are enough sinners and members of my carnival here to spare you. For now.

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[And here is one of those wicked, little carnies now!

Excitement in her steps, Doll trots to Lucifer's side and offers smoothly executed, deep curtsy. Almost too fluid to be in line with her usual movements. But we do try for our dearest Lord.]

[Ah, the lovely doll. Her presence doesn't put him at ease but it is enough to help deal with the edge of frustration. Humans, Doll. Always so troublesome.]

There you are. I see that your mundane did not think it fit to try and keep you from us.

[Quite so, Lord Lucifer. So much more trouble than their worth, humans.

"Taken aback" might be a strong way to describe Doll's feelings over the suggestion that her writer could keep her away from all her beloveds, but...well, it is a silly thought, isn't it? Fingers delicately tapped to her chest, she imitates laughter. Never, my lord, not even if she desired to.]

[He gives her a small nod. That is the level of devotion that he does expect from those who partake in his shows.]

Now with the growing numbers of us, we can get the carnival set up again here. Perhaps you'd like to entertain a sinner or two.

[A hungry gleam flashes in Doll's mismatched eyes. Clapping her hands together, she nods. And she grins, wide, showing a rare breed of excitement for her usual demeanor.

So many sinners to play with. So many songs to sing and so much flesh to tear!]

[ as the doll curtsies, the scorpion gives a bow through an arch of his back. one hand waves, cigarette smoke emitting from the bud in his fingers. he moves unlike the others, down a stream all his own, but you'd be wrong to think him disobedient. ]

[And he knows the Scorpion all too well. He likes to be his own man but he falls into the stories when the need arises. He also knows where he stands against his leader. Lucifer can be fine with that.]

No new frog at your back yet? I suspected you would have gathered many unsuspecting victims for your game.

[ the cigarette is flicked off to the side with what sounds like a comical explosion. both his hands are slid into the pockets of his leather jacket and he offers his master a smile with mischief in its wake. ]

Froggies often find themselves at the water one way or the other. I'm biding my time. [ a quick flourish of his wrist as he accentuates his next few words. ] It's my nature.

[Now that is a statement that earns a quiet chuckle. He tilts his head back, thoughtful for a brief moment. Nature. Yes he did so enjoy watching the Scorpion's nature.]

Trust is a sentiment that they say is hard to come by. Interesting that so many frogs are so quick to trust in their downfall.

[ he grins, allowing such a feature to spread from one ear to the other. ah, trust. he has long forgotten how to trust. instead, it's a weapon as sharp as his knives. ]

All it takes is the right prick to plant the proper seed. [ he cocks his hip as he leans, ever the greaser. ] Or so they say.

[Oh, look. It's the boss. See how the little frog has come along, Lucifer?

She gives a little bow, sarcasm in her face. She's taken after someone, clearly.]

[How far along she has come indeed. What a pleasant surprise to see their little frog grow. Were he was not so used to many of those he picked up behaving as such, he might lash out. It does not go without some remark though.]

Not under my watchful eye constantly and you emerge with such disposition? Did the frog forget itself?

...Sorry if I'm not exactly on my best behavior, SIR. I'm not the same frog as when I got here.

[Definitely been influenced by Scorpion. She bats her eyelashes.

All to cover the fact that she...honestly cannot remember who she was before anymore.]

[Such defiant nature. There are few carnies who get away with this nature to his face.

He strides closer and reached one hand out, placing it under her chin. There's no violence or imminent threat but the air around him is growing colder.]

You are one of my carnies. This behavior will not be tolerated. Lash out against the others if you wish but do not think you can do so to me.

[She really SHOULD back down...but she doesn't. She narrows her eyes, a snarl on her lips.]

Why not? Because you're bigger than me and you could knock me around with a stray thought? Because oh poor, poor little me couldn't POSSIBLY do anything about it?

I am DONE being pushed around by guys like you.

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[Now that is a line no real servant of his would cross. He moves his hand to her throat, tightening his grip. He won't crush her airways yet. No, no. That would be too easy.]

Because I am the force that brought you here. The rules of hell may be changing but I am still the master. You can obey and be free to torture other souls as we once did to you.

[He leans in closer, just a hair away from her face.]

Or I can make eternity in hell the horrific, twisted pit of madness and torment that everyone believes it be.

[The hand at her throat brings sharp flashes of memory back to her - her abusive boyfriend in life, pinning her, choking her out of anger so that she could only writhe against the wall, praying that he would let go - and her hands desperately clamber against his grip, trying to pry it open.

She looks more like her old self, just for the moment.]

...I'm....

...

...Sorry....

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[He keeps his hand there, eyes very carefully watching her. Oh yes. Her ability to keep trusting in those who only harmed her. A naive trust. A troublesome problem yet she was foolish enough to raise her voice to him. He remains silence for a few more seconds but when he speaks it's in a low growl.]

This is not a crime that goes unpunished, little frog.

[She keeps just...picking at his hand, struggling, trying to pull away. Her own voice is shaking, no longer steady and willful.]

...I...please....

...What are you going to do...?

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[A few seconds he tightens his grip before he releases her. Terror. That is a sight that he is rightfully used to.]

You have plenty of years to find out. [Which means it's going to be long, horrible, and make normal punishment look like a slap on the wrist.]

[The Poison Dart falls backward, cringing and barely staying on her feet. Why did that scare her so badly? But she shakes herself as best she can.]

...All right.

I...I guess I'm used to the threat of pain, aren't I?

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[...Why is Etsuko trembling? It's just a clown. Right? Just a... really scary... clown. Her voice is very quiet when she talks.]

You're not what you seem, are you?

[With a low hum, he gives the girl a nod.]

If you believed me a mere human then, yes. For humanity I am many things. Anarchy. Chaos. Despair. To many I am wickedness and the one who punishes the guilty.

[a beat]

Which brings to question. What brings this one to me?

What- my mun. [She turns to look over her shoulder but aforementioned mun has vacated the premises with all due haste.] ...Tch.

If you are what you seem to be saying you are, then you don't frighten me. I'm one of the good guys! Probably even the very best.

[He tilts his head back, bemused...bored even. With a slow exhale he gives a certain level of attention to her.]

Yet the good have no place before me. Only those who are loyal or those who have come to give me their due.

Well, sounds like someone is upset that he's not cock of the roost here.

[Well look at this smarmy grin, all not done up in rags and clown makeup.]

[Did he think he could ever forget such a smarmy grin like that? Ah, hobo clown. What a pity he's human again.]

Quite the mouth on you. You never did fail to be witty.

[Featuring hair that isn't made of plastic! ~~or gelatin, if you've seen the commentary~~ Also completely unfamiliar with His Unholiness.]

This is irrelevant, but isn't it hard doing anything with your nails like that?

[seriously, how is that even functional, wonders the mechanic]

[~~The powers of hell make everything possible.~~ Must he deal with all of these people who seem to forget themselves? Sigh.]

Very simple, my poor man. They are just nails.

And being stolen away to your carnival - well - isn't?

Those who arrive to my carnival are guilty. Tested. Such as you and your failure.

[No watching, just a wary John. Staring.]

Hell on earth then huh?

[Now look who we have here.]

It's only a matter of time, John.

[There is still unease but also...worry and concern.

and confusion.]

...It's pretty fucking boring up there.

Heaven and earth are not meant to carry the same thrill of hell.

Can I ask you something?

[This implies perhaps that up there...he can't.]

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Train-wreck voice test, choo choo

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Oh my god Dart stop YOU ARE BREAKING RULE NUMBER ONE

It's number one for a reason, Dart! FOR A REASON! ...Also I'm so sorry. ohgodwhy

PFFFFF well she should not be backsassing THE DARK LORD

But clearly it could never backfire! Nope, never ever.

Of COURSE never! Ahahaha.

Oh poor silly Dart. Tut tut

She used to fold too easy, now she doesn't know when to stop.

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hey hey this is human hobo clown and suddenly i headcanon'd that he sold his soul for success ican't

Hnng, totally approve of this headcanon

also whoops here's a depressed alcoholic prick with anger issues i'm not sorry

Don't be sorry. Everyone should be fine with this

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