Your Friendly Neighbourhood Demigod

Indie RP blog about a chaos spirit with too much time on their hands

[beastoftheunknown-blog-blog-blog]

a-rice-oddball  entered The Unknown

[[greeter for a-rice-oddball]]

The Beast had been following the newcomer for a few days now. They were unusual, but he was sure they had to be getting tired now… And they had certainly become very lost, wandering deep within the woods. It was time for him to make an appearance.

“You look like you could use some help, Arice.” His voice was deep as a peal of thunder and every bit as ominous. And yet, something about it seemed oddly trustworthy.

[a-rice-oddball]

An icy wind swirled around Arice’s heels as they meandered hopelessly through the forests of the Unknown. They did not usually waver, and they did not flinch... But they did here, the sudden rumbling voice making them hesitate, their steps coming to a frightened halt. “I’ve been taught not to talk to strangers.” They hissed, clenching their fists in preparation to fight or flee “You’ve been following me since I got here, so what does that make us?” Arice bristled, attempting to keep their voice from wavering. The canopy above them shivered in the icy wind, the moonlight that sifted through their verdancy quivering and shifting, casting an eerie light over all it could touch. They turned, trying to follow the shadow that ghosted at the corner of their vision, encircling them like the breeze nipping at their ankles. 

[timevoyage]

[a-rice-oddball]

A Delightful Encounter

[[Starter for delightfuladultworld - Young!Arice AU]]

Arice smoothed out the skirt of their dress, wandering in the void. They’d gotten themself lost (again) hours ago. Was it hours? The concept of time was not something they really had, causality just happened in every which way; if it could run one way, it could just so easily run in the other. This made it incredibly hard to be on time for anything, but also made it impossible to be late. It was very annoying.

They mused on the thought as they popped open another window into another reality and poked their head out into the world. 

An evening chill spread across their cheeks, so familiar and yet so foreign. The cool breeze unfurled across their lips and their breath turned to a puff of vapour that dissipated before them. Their view was that of the side alley between two houses, unremarkably suburban. A neat row of trashcans were laid in perfect order by the side door, their shiny lids reflecting the street lamps which bathed everything in a soft orange glow.

They leaned out a little further, trying to get a better look. They could now smell damp grass, dinners cooking in the houses on the street, wet brick and mud melded with the bitter scent of the trash cans. It smelt like home, it sounded like home, yet the colours were too saturated for it to be so. They scooted forward a little more… And fell into the clutch of the world’s gravity, crashing face first into the bins with a pitiful yelp. The doorway closes behind their heels, with the sound of air meeting a space between universes. A curt pop. Like the kind you hear when you open a shaken bottle of champagne yet without the fizz.  Whatever sound it made, however, Arice lay crumpled in a heap in a mass of trash cans, their neatness destroyed.  Miserable and now covered in flour and old eggshells, Arice rolled onto their butt and sat amongst the mess, trying not to tear up. Perfect! Could this day get any worse? They griped internally, sniffing and wiping away the budding tears in their eyes. From indoors, a light flashed on and the sound of angry footsteps approached. Arice had barely any time to react, pulling their legs up against their chest to protect themselves.

[delightfuladultworld]

Father was having dinner with a business associate. He didn’t often visit his colleagues at their homes, just as he didn’t invite them around to his, but he hadn’t really had a choice this time. It felt distinctly uncomfortable being in such a small house, especially knowing several children lived in the neighbourhood, but he was doing a stellar job of remaining polite.

Until, that was, they heard a loud CRASH! from outside the house. His host rushed to the window and spotted a kid, so naturally asked Father for help. He sighed, and made his way downstairs, slamming the door open and storming outside with fire in his eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, attention fixed solely on the child who was covered in garbage. Without waiting for an answer, he began gathering a small fireball in his hands. “Why are you digging through the trash you little PUNK?”

[a-rice-oddball]

Terrified, they draw back against the wall, the shouting man who startled them. They try to explain themselves hurriedly, dusting off the flour clinging to their dress “I-- Hey! Excuse me, I’m no punk, sir!” They retorted in an affronted tone, rising to their wobbly feet and standing up as straight as possible. They crossed their arms, glaring squarely at their hot-headed aggressor “As a matter of fact” They sniped, adjusting their now ruffled silken bows and clearly enunciating every word for emphasis “I fell into your grubby trash cans. They shouldn’t have been so rude and gotten in my way!” They accused haughtily, raising their chin and resting their hands upon their hips. Out of the corner of their eye, they glanced at the orbs of fire the silhouetted man wielded, trying not to show the real fear that twisted uncomfortably in their gut. They swallowed their fear as best they could.  “At any rate, can you tell me where I am? I seem to be a trifle... Compromised. Location-wise.” They admitted, though trying to make it sound as if they were still completely in control, though it was rather obvious that they were not.

[the-youngmaster-deactivated2014]

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[a-rice-oddball]

Muse: 5′1″ Mun: 5′0″

[a-rice-oddball]

A Delightful Encounter

[[Starter for delightfuladultworld - Young!Arice AU]]

Arice smoothed out the skirt of their dress, wandering in the void. They’d gotten themself lost (again) hours ago. Was it hours? The concept of time was not something they really had, causality just happened in every which way; if it could run one way, it could just so easily run in the other. This made it incredibly hard to be on time for anything, but also made it impossible to be late. It was very annoying.

They mused on the thought as they popped open another window into another reality and poked their head out into the world. 

An evening chill spread across their cheeks, so familiar and yet so foreign. The cool breeze unfurled across their lips and their breath turned to a puff of vapour that dissipated before them. Their view was that of the side alley between two houses, unremarkably suburban. A neat row of trashcans were laid in perfect order by the side door, their shiny lids reflecting the street lamps which bathed everything in a soft orange glow.

They leaned out a little further, trying to get a better look. They could now smell damp grass, dinners cooking in the houses on the street, wet brick and mud melded with the bitter scent of the trash cans. It smelt like home, it sounded like home, yet the colours were too saturated for it to be so. They scooted forward a little more... And fell into the clutch of the world’s gravity, crashing face first into the bins with a pitiful yelp. The doorway closes behind their heels, with the sound of air meeting a space between universes. A curt pop. Like the kind you hear when you open a shaken bottle of champagne yet without the fizz.  Whatever sound it made, however, Arice lay crumpled in a heap in a mass of trash cans, their neatness destroyed.  Miserable and now covered in flour and old eggshells, Arice rolled onto their butt and sat amongst the mess, trying not to tear up. Perfect! Could this day get any worse? They griped internally, sniffing and wiping away the budding tears in their eyes. From indoors, a light flashed on and the sound of angry footsteps approached. Arice had barely any time to react, pulling their legs up against their chest to protect themselves.

[eternitarion]

a-rice-oddball started bugging you

[a-rice-oddball]

From where previously they had been stirring their morning tea, Arice stiffened at the sound of the familiar voice, momentarily startled, though by the suddenness of the voice rather then the owner of it. They smiled, tea in hand and turned a fraction to face their old… Well, not exactly friend.

They chuckled once, quirking an eyebrow. “You know, it’s good manners to call first before you pop on in like that.” They chuckled fondly, their voice full of mirth. “But I suppose that’s not your style, right Ettie?” They cooed playfully, using the nickname that they knew frayed his nerves. They curled their perfectly manicured hands around their mug, exhaling onto the warm liquid before speaking again “Is this visit one of recreation or is there something you want from me?” They never knew with Eternitarion, whatever rule they broke THIS time was one they hadn’t realised perhaps… They hoped it wouldn’t create MORE restriction of their abilities.

[eternitarion]

“You know my style is the only thing separating me from the rest of the idiots I work with,” he snorted, walking over to lean against the counter. “Speaking of which, what have I told you about that nickname? I thought you valued your work more than to push your luck with me.” It was an empty threat, for now. He wasn’t going to banish her to some nowhere universe just over a nickname. Not that it wasn’t tempting, of course, but he’d get all sorts of shit from the rest of his race, and it definitely wasn’t worth that.

"Can’t I just drop by without an ulterior motive any mo—ahahahahahahhaa!" He couldn’t even get through that sentence without laughing. "No, no, I tried, hahahhaa, oh wow! Okay, no, I’m here to check in on your work and maybe reinstate some of your powers, if you’ve been meeting our standards.”

[a-rice-oddball]

Arice absentmindedly brushed a stray lock of hair over their shoulder and rested their elbows on the mauve countertop. They held their cup in hand, smirking up at the demon who promised such things, but his tone gave away his true intentions. They took a sip before responding “I’m not pushing anything other than your buttons, Ettie!~” They retorted smartly, setting their cup down and tapping their nails upon the aubergine hued marble, waiting for him to elucidate his true intentions.  His brilliant smirk gave nothing away. How infuriating. Though as he spoke again, their ears pricked up intently but they were soon rolling their eyes as he devolved into laughter. Though they couldn’t fight down a smile themselves. No ulterior motive, that was rich. They took another sip of their tea. However they soon almost did a spit take at the next sentence that left Eternitarion’s lips. They choked down their tea, eyes wide and aghast. They... Were possibly going to regain their abilities again? They were sure that they had been lost forever... They were dumbfounded. Of course, they HATED adhering to the arbitrary rules in place, though the demon was right... They had been reckless with their full abilities before... Maybe this was time to get them back. They swallowed the last gulp of tea in their mouth loudly, ruminating on his words. “So... I may get my Fate abilities back?” They clarified, setting down their cup and gazing sagely at the amber eyes of their superior.

[a-rice-oddball]

sometimes Ettie gets too close

[eternitarion]

a-rice-oddball started bugging you

[[greeter for a-rice-oddball]]

“Arice Pleonexia,” the demon murmured, a moment after materialising behind her, “it’s been a long time. From your perspective, I mean. Probably. I haven’t really kept track.”

[a-rice-oddball]

From where previously they had been stirring their morning tea, Arice stiffened at the sound of the familiar voice, momentarily startled, though by the suddenness of the voice rather then the owner of it. They smiled, tea in hand and turned a fraction to face their old... Well, not exactly friend.

They chuckled once, quirking an eyebrow. “You know, it’s good manners to call first before you pop on in like that.” They chuckled fondly, their voice full of mirth. “But I suppose that’s not your style, right Ettie?” They cooed playfully, using the nickname that they knew frayed his nerves. They curled their perfectly manicured hands around their mug, exhaling onto the warm liquid before speaking again “Is this visit one of recreation or is there something you want from me?” They never knew with Eternitarion, whatever rule they broke THIS time was one they hadn’t realised perhaps... They hoped it wouldn’t create MORE restriction of their abilities.

[a-rice-oddball]

“Step up and talk to me, I know you’re out there.”