Earth King ▲ Amaimon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ceilingdemonis) wrote2011-09-23 07:50 pm
ceilingdemonis) wrote2011-09-23 07:50 pm
first ▲ better never than late
[It was always an interesting start to the day to find yourself in a new place, far from and very different from where you last recalled being. It certainly wasn't the strangest thing Amaimon had experienced, however, and he was hardly prone to panic. And while the pictures had been curious things and the dated household items looked very interesting, he could have done without the human woman trailing after him throughout the house.
Why anyone would insist he had to get ready for work or give her a good morning kiss was beyond him. It could have been a truly mortal cultural experience if he had bothered to play along, if only she hadn't crossed the line by taking away the box of sugary cereal he had picked out of the cupboards while exploring away and told him not to ruin his appetite for breakfast.
If only.
So, good morning, Hastings Boulevard! The other residents of 835 will be waking up to a scream and a dead drone mother in the kitchen. Fun times, right? Amaimon had some trouble killing her with his bare hands, which had only irritated him further, so a kitchen knife had to do. Ah, but he won't be lingering there for long. She hadn't survived long enough to keep his attention...]
[action; to 835 Hastings Boulevard and Hastings Boulevard]
[Amaimon stands just outside the open door of his shiny new Mayfield home, chilling and observing his new surroundings from that spot.
Normally this might not be too out of the ordainary, only he happens to be covered in fairly fresh blood. His pajamas are splattered with it and, even as it dries on his hands, he is passing the time by snacking on the very box of cereal that had originally caused his violent outburst back inside.]
[phone; no filters]
[Inevitably, he'll find his way to the phones...]
Brother, it isn't fair to start a new game without letting me finish the last one. I do not know what you expect me to do here and I would rather not be a human, if you don't mind changing me back.
Why anyone would insist he had to get ready for work or give her a good morning kiss was beyond him. It could have been a truly mortal cultural experience if he had bothered to play along, if only she hadn't crossed the line by taking away the box of sugary cereal he had picked out of the cupboards while exploring away and told him not to ruin his appetite for breakfast.
If only.
So, good morning, Hastings Boulevard! The other residents of 835 will be waking up to a scream and a dead drone mother in the kitchen. Fun times, right? Amaimon had some trouble killing her with his bare hands, which had only irritated him further, so a kitchen knife had to do. Ah, but he won't be lingering there for long. She hadn't survived long enough to keep his attention...]
[action; to 835 Hastings Boulevard and Hastings Boulevard]
[Amaimon stands just outside the open door of his shiny new Mayfield home, chilling and observing his new surroundings from that spot.
Normally this might not be too out of the ordainary, only he happens to be covered in fairly fresh blood. His pajamas are splattered with it and, even as it dries on his hands, he is passing the time by snacking on the very box of cereal that had originally caused his violent outburst back inside.]
[phone; no filters]
[Inevitably, he'll find his way to the phones...]
Brother, it isn't fair to start a new game without letting me finish the last one. I do not know what you expect me to do here and I would rather not be a human, if you don't mind changing me back.
phone;
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It is something my brother made, so it must be. That or another one of his prisons.
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Your brother made this place? [That's the first she's heard that.] How did he manage that?
phone;
[As if Amaimon knows how that guy makes all those pocket dimensions or whatever those summons of his are. Easier just to take this for granted.]
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Oh, this won't do at all.
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Amaimon turns to stare back through the wide open door, but never moves to go back in. Just hanging out by the step, eating mildly bloody cereal straight from the box.
Oops, did he knock over something? Toooo bad.]
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You've gone and killed her before she did her chores. Now who is going to water the plants?
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You have hands.
[That answers that. Bye bye, little human. He turns away again and resumes watching the streets and the neighbors.]
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This isn't a game and unfortunately for you, this place and your current state is in no way related to anything from Gehenna.
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Not a game? One of the prisons, then. [He remembers getting dragged into one before this place. Maybe he should be angrier about this...] Oh. You know about Gehenna.
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Do I know you?
[Sorry, Yukio, you are not important enough to remember.]
(phone)
Not at all. I do know enough about you though, now former Earth King.
(phone)
[But no, he can do that later.]
...former? Has someone replaced me?
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Sorry, sorry.. I don't entirely think that all of this is a game, at least not one started by your brother.
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I was never very interested in make-believe.
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Rin has to do a double take when he stops in front of 835. He didn't want to believe what he was seeing, it looked like Amaimon but... sans the broccoli hair. Fuck. His. Life. There was no way this wasn't some part of Mephisto's doing. Amaimon shouldn't be here. ]
OI!!
[ More importantly though, there was blood on Amaimon's hands, and he knew there wasn't a likely chance it wasn't his own. Forget the fact that both of them were human, in a dimension they knew very little about. ]
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Amaimon doesn't notice him right away. Rin could have just turned and walked, but no, he had to speak up and draw Amaimon's gaze over to himself. It takes a second. He had not been expecting to see him here. Then that second has passed and a huge smile slowly creeps across his face.]
Rin!
[That box of cereal he killed someone over? He tosses it aside and immediately takes off from a standstill to a full-on charge across the lawn towards his littlest brother.]
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That charge Amaimon was doing? Yeah he's going collide right into Rin's fist. There is no brotherly love here. Punch first, ask questions later. There was someone hurt somewhere thanks to this guy. ]
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[ Action ] this is going to end so badly
[ Action ] everything, horrible forever
[ Action ] and everything hurts
[ Action ] classic Mayfield welcome here
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But I don't want a new game. I had other things to do, back on Assiah. [Huff. How rude.] Why a human?
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I'm against assumptions... [ ] May I ask what happened? [ ]
action; late is fashionable tho
Oh. Another one. [The other child from the pictures. Will this one be as rude?] What happened to what?
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The woman in the kitchen. [ ] Another one?
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