innerdaemons | continuations (nsfw)

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[ You enter the laundry room. The floor tremors, shaking in a perpetual earthquake with all the machines rattling. Inside machines clothes tumble and shine, sequins and cheap polyester shines and reflects, tossed in with sheets that under the perpetual ultraviolet of Liar Hell tell a history that any hotel would prefer to hide. Cabinets full of chemicals hang above the rolling drums of the machinery, to hide or in the worst case dissolve away the worst of the patron’s sins. The rumble jostles them, and some bottles precariously teeter at the edge. Some bottles have already spilled on the floor, hardly improving the experience of walking through a room already always in motion.

Near the exits are stacks of freshly pressed hotel staff uniforms, each with a matching set of perfect, spotless gloves. Besides them, a grate to a wall incinerator, which has been wrenched completely off. The room is, as a result, rather warm.

In front of it is Lucifel, covered in blood and what might a little bit look like zombie rot depending on how bad Absinthe's body looked after he was killed. A chainsaw sits near the incinerator, bloody and with chunks of flesh; Lucifel himself is in the middle of tossing a chunk of flesh into the incinerator. The clothes on the body have long been disposed of, already burned, but idk, maybe these bodyparts might look familiar. ]

From:

innerdaemons

[ guess who was just casually strolling to the laundry after his respawn for a fresh new set of clothing -- just in case -- and, well!

he stops as he enters. at this point he's re-zombied due to dying without getting a proper meal in there after, the ichor mirroring the ichor dripping from what Absinthe bits haven't been tossed into the incinerator yet. ]

You've been busy, have you?

From:

sancrimony

[ hm

smiling a little, though it doesn't reach his eyes, and he stops, briefly— ]

Though it seems my efforts were for naught. Hello, Absinthe-san.

[ —before picking up another chunk to toss it into the fire. ]

From:

innerdaemons

Hello!

[ he watches him, curious. ]

Have you found the grisly aftermath of one of my deaths, here?

From:

sancrimony

Certainly, I did find it. It was a sore sight, so I thought it would be best to clean up.

[ tosses another piece in. '-' ]

From:

innerdaemons

Well! You have my thanks, then.

Did you happen upon Thancred, by chance ... ?

From:

sancrimony

Are you looking for him?

From:

innerdaemons

Oh, not currently! I have already encountered him once, and I am not seeking to repeat that.

From:

sancrimony

Yes, I think that would be for the best. Please, remain that way.

Edited Date: 2020-08-29 07:20 am (UTC)

From:

innerdaemons

-- ah.

That is where you found me, then. He can be quite underhanded, you know.

From:

sancrimony

It seems warranted to me, with you hitting below the belt first.

Edited Date: 2020-08-29 07:27 am (UTC)

From:

innerdaemons

Did I truly?

He offered himself to me, if you were not aware. He thought it best, over the thought I may harm one of you instead.

[ a beat, as he goes to pick up one of the fresh uniforms. ]

Is that a familiar thought to you?

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sancrimony

[ keeping himself closer to the chainsaw, wary ]

I'm certainly familiar with that kind of thinking, that would take advantage of a person's desire to protect. Though, despite your efforts, it seems you did not come out it unscathed.

Are you satisfied with your work?

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innerdaemons

I am, yes.

Though it is a pity I could not see him in the aftermath. Tell me - - is he the sort to cry? Or did he do his best to be strong and silent even when you encountered him?

From:

sancrimony

[ . . . . . . . ........ smiles! ]

Mmm, I wonder? I'm afraid you'll have to use your own imagination, for that.

From:

innerdaemons

I suppose I can arrive at my own conclusions.

[ his shoulders lift; ]

You seem a tad... Bothered.

From:

sancrimony

. . . I'd just like to know one thing.

Why, did you choose to do that to him?

From:

innerdaemons

[ his arms lift ]

Do you not believe it was more than he deserved? As such a lowly being.

From:

sancrimony

If his station is so lowly to you, I am sure it would only be a chore to pay as much attention to him as you did.

From:

innerdaemons

A chore? Oh no. For bottom-feeders like himself, how I treated him is the one of the few ways they can be of some value!

A toy, or more accurately -- flesh for my consumption.

From:

sancrimony

[ his expression shifts—there is recognition in those words that he cannot hide, and he does not feign surprise; instead, he stares with a cold disgust, as though he's just now decided that whatever is in front of him has no worth or value, as though absinthe himself deserves nothing but disgust. ]

You wretched and most foul serpent.

From:

innerdaemons

[ his smile splits wider, as if with realization, and he takes a few steps towards Lucifel -- arms spread wide as if inviting. ]

Come now. There's no reason to be rude.

From:

sancrimony

[ his hand pulls from the chainsaw, leaving it there and going for something in his jacket pocket. he does not step back. ]

I don't believe I've said anything untrue.