innerdaemons | continuations (nsfw)

From:

[ You enter the Nightclub. The room is dark, lit by roving colorful spotlights in hypnotic patterns and occasional strobe effects. The darkness, how crowded it is, and the relentless beat of the music almost make it feel claustrophobic, but there’s also an electric, alluring sort of energy running through the whole place.

The DJ, across the dance floor, wears an ornate masquerade mask that feels like it should be in some metallic filigree but is instead done in neon purple. Or was it orange? Every time you look back, the room seems to shift and swirl around you, too…

Strange—there's a familiar white-haired person here, it seems? He's swiftly walking east, likely right toward you, to go for the door, looking a little pale. ]

From:

innerdaemons

-- Oh there you are! You're quite difficult to track down.

[ guess who ~~ happens to be in the doorway, along with Cosmo! ]

From:

temperedinpride

[Leaning in the doorway after Absinthe steps in.]

Good day, Lucifel.

From:

sancrimony

[ oh

i hate this. ]

. . . Good day, Lahabrea-san.

[ pointedly! ignoring! absinthe! ]

From:

innerdaemons

As rude as always, as you can see.

From:

temperedinpride

Is it impossible for us all to be civil?

[Sighing.]

From:

sancrimony

I will reserve civility for those that would treat me humanely.

[ pointedly. ]

Now—if you would please excuse me.

From:

innerdaemons

Now now. We would only like a moment to chat with you.

Isn't that right, Cosmo?

From:

temperedinpride

[He shrugs!]

It does seem as if some things need to be mediated between you.

From:

sancrimony

[ uuUUUUUUUGH ]

Then—shall we not go to a quieter place, at least?

From:

innerdaemons

I wouldn't mind that. It is a bit rowdy in here for my own tastes.

From:

temperedinpride

Somewhere more quiet then. The presidential suite has a nice atmosphere.

From:

sancrimony

[ makes a FACE because he HATES THAT PLACE but whatever ]

Very well—after you.

From:

innerdaemons

Oh, I insist you lead on! We will be following closely.

From:

temperedinpride

[Just steps away from the door to let Lucifel head out first!]

From:

sancrimony

[ huffs, but he does step forward, walking straight to the landing. are either of them going to jump him or will they make it to the presidential suite largely intact, save for the psychic damage from elevator music and 3 mutually antagonistic people being crammed in a small place ]

From:

innerdaemons

[ Absinthe will be polite!! and wait, at least, till the presidential suite. it's a much more private place to jump Lucifel anywa ]

From:

temperedinpride

[Cosmo is a polite man who never ambushes anyone.

At least in this case he does wait until they get there. Lucifel can just have an itchy back all the way.]

Ah, a much quieter place to speak.

From:

sancrimony

[ You enter the Presidential Suite. It sprawls over the floor and upwards, framed with windows that stretch into a dome so on all sides you’re surrounded by dizzying lights. The bright neon of Pythia’s city doesn’t dim the stars above at all, and they never stay still. Atop the hotel, you might get a rush of power, looking down at all those who couldn’t afford to stay here, but the stars alive above are a constant reminder—stand up as tall as you like, there’s still more looking down on you. Strong resin columns filled with bioluminescent creatures hold up the great glass dome—jellyfish, and humanoid bodies that end in scaled tails drift in their narrow confines and form an eerie symmetry with your situation, both of you under glass for the pleasure of others’ observation. Blank neon eyes stare at you, their mouths laughing with malice or shaping malicious words or gape, empty of anything to say at all.

Two hemispheres of couches form twin moons in a conversation pit in the front room of the suite, and the end-tables are laden with party favors from the bottles on top and plastic bags full of powders and herbs, and lighters and other accessories inside. A menu nearby lists prices, charged by either the bottle or gram, depending. Beyond that, the backroom holds the suite’s bedroom, the bed large enough to accommodate a party.

i posted this so i would remember what it looks like ]

[ immediately turning around once he passes the threshold, walking backwards now to keep his eyes on them both ]

Then. Let us converse, for what it may be worth.

From:

innerdaemons

[ Absinthe politely closes the door behind them. ]

I would like to pick back up from where we left off - - when you so rudely ran away, and not only that, after attacking me.

From:

temperedinpride

Both of you, please sit, we look so... Hostile standing off like this.

From:

sancrimony

And just why did I run away, save for due to a certain someone stalking me?

[ but he's backing up to the bed, gesturing to it while leaning on the edge of one side. are there even chairs in this room ]

From:

innerdaemons

[ there's couches!! He's taking a seat on one, with a sigh. ]

These accusations once more - - stalking, when you simply turned your back on me in the middle of our discussion.

From:

temperedinpride

[He will not sit himself, just kind of, here, blocking off the main exit.]

Really, What should we do about all this?

From:

sancrimony

You abused my unitmate's body in exchange for promise of my safety—naturally I would have no desire to continue conversation with you. You need not chase, yet you did, and more than that, you confessed that your promise to my unitmate was nothing but a falsehood—I only acted in self-defense.

[ biting in every word, but he pauses, easing his tone for lahabrea at least ]

If you need an eye for an eye, you have already received it in the cruelties he has performed. I, for one, intend to stay far away from this man—I seek no harm for him, but neither do I intend to hold anything but contempt for him, for his words and for his deeds.

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