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Sep. 23rd, 2011 07:50 pm[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.
