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burningxstarsx

“Perhaps only to you.” She didn’t seem at all offended by his bafflement, instead almost amused by it. To most Earthlings she was strange, she knew that… But she wouldn’t be ashamed of what she liked to eat, even if very rarely someone wanted to partake in whatever it was she had made.

Mustard notwithstanding.

“I am sorry, I do not believe you have told me your name.”

“I am Jacob, son of Trigon, half-sister to your friend Raven. But you knew this, for it is obvious.” The four glowing red eyes and the red skin probably made anyone with a clue aware of his demonic heritage. “In any case, I am certain it is not only odd to me. I am more curious what about your biology or perhaps your own alien cuisine makes you think of mustard as a condiment. I can only imagine what foods you must be used to.”

childsoldicr

“Of course I’m not human. Do you think I would be surprised to be on Earth if I was human?” Their skin flashed green, shape in a constant state of flux. Their mind and body couldn’t figure out what form they were supposed to be in, and so they were shifting - long blonde hair with dark skin and a square jaw into cropped dark hair and greener skin, distinctly more feminine. “I’m not injured.” Xavin responded, looking down at theirself and seeming surprised at the array of bruises and scratches that littered their arms and legs. And where was the blood pooling around their feet coming from? “Hm. Well I suppose if you see no problem with it, I’d appreciate that.”

“Possibly. It depends on how long it has been since you have been on Earth.” The four eyed man had been to plenty of realms, and for all he knew it could have been a long time since this other had been on earth. “As for not being injured, were that the case you wouldn’t look this way. But I digress.”

He spoke in a tongue that would make a shiver run down their spine, in a language that was not meant to be uttered by mortals, but it’s power was clear, for they would feel powerful, as their body put itself back together as it was meant to be. “There. Now, how about you give me a name, oh shifting stranger from another world.”

not-batgirl

Barbara would have flinched if she wasn’t already expecting some kind of thing to be summoned or enacted with her possession of the Lunar Staff. Nice to know the demon also clarified her improv spell didn’t work.

“So you know Raven, huh? Is she a friend of yours?” she asked, one hand to the hip while the other spinning the staff. After all, that was the only cool thing she could really do with it at this point. “And I didn’t know who or what to expect, but thanks for being here.”

“Half sister actually. Same father, different mothers.” His four red eyes were proof of that. And probably the red skin too. “In any case, I suppose it doesn’t make too much sense not to be here. Any chance to prove I’m not worth paying attention to by you hero types is worth it.” Lest they think he was some demonic actor in favor of his father.

“In any case, the staff itself is relatively unremarkable. It’s a focus staff; it allows the user to channel power more effectively. Of course, lacking magical power yourself, it’s basically decoration, but in the right hands it is a potent focus.”

strongwiilled

“Mm yes, I suppose word would get around sooner or later. They have to know where to find me if they want favors from me!” He grinned, then let out a little defensive huff. “I don’t care if you care or not, but I assure you, I always speak the truth.”

He paid closer attention to the four eyes, trying to remember what he knew of another demon like that. “Right, um, it’s the one with a T, something like triangle…” Lucifer knew all the demons in his Hell, of course, but apparently there were others in different…realms, or whatever it was? He hadn’t paid that much attention. The name did come to him after a moment and he snapped his fingers as he exclaimed it. “Trigon! Ooh he’s a nasty one, isn’t he?” Having Trigon’s son, some sort of demon-human hybrid running free was probably a recipe for disaster, but he’d worry about that later. For now, he had an investigation to close. “Actually, one of your clients is a murder suspect in our case. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?” The grin returned to his face.

“Of course you do. But the truth that you speak is not always the complete truth. I’m young, not stupid. In any case, I’m not so foolish as to ask favors from others.”

“And yes, Trigon the Terrible, destroyer of dimensions, enslaver of uncountable souls across time and space. I am but one of hundreds of his offspring on this plane, though one of the rare ones that is not a mere slave to dear old dad.” Since most spent their time becoming thralls to his power. “As for my client, I imagine they’d grown desperate or jealous or something else. My clients are hardly moral human beings. Desperate, vain, prideful... Not unlike you, just with less sense. They get more desperate when their poor life choices catch up with them and their money runs out.”

burningxstarsx

“I am aware it is a condiment.” She said so plainly, as though she couldn’t fathom why it seemed to bother him so much. “I put it on various things as well.”

She’d tried to drink mayonnaise… But she kept that bit of information to herself.

“It is too thick,” she explained with a wave of her hand, “The ordinary mustard is much easier to enjoy through a straw. I thoroughly enjoy the fancier mustards, yes? But they are also special and reserved for the special occasions.”

Four red eyes regarded her with what appeared to be utter bafflement. Just what was this alien? What would she even taste like, seasoned so bizarrely? Apparently, her mind and thought processes were as strange as her eating habits.

“And now you tell me you drink it through a straw. You are a strange one, that is clear.”

childsoldicr :

@anothersonoftrigon liked this for a starter!

The first question that came out of their mouth was “Where am I?”. The second, almost immediately after and without an answer to the first, was “Is this Earth?” As easy as the question should be to answer, the alien was still quite disorientated from their rough landing and could therefore barely tell right from left, let alone if the man in front of them was a human or not.

They squinted their eyes, finally processing the red skin and multiple eyes, causing them to frown. “No…you aren’t human.” Unless humans had changed drastically in appearance since they last were on Earth - a thought that only crossed their brain because of the mild concussion they almost certainly had. “Do you know the way to Earth?”

“You’re on earth. And I am half human. I just look like I’m not.” He’d roll his eyes if he had irises or pupils. But he didn’t, so he couldn’t. Oh well. It was the thought that mattered. “You aren’t human either. Alien. Your scent is a dead giveaway. But in any case, you’re clearly injured, and I assume you don’t want to go to a hospital. Do I have permission to treat you then?” He might as well ask, so whoever or whatever this was didn’t freak out if he used magic. That was the last thing he wanted.

justiceupheld

val flinches ( just the tightening of her shoulders ) &&. eyes the door cautiously, looking at the hinges before stepping in; flashing her badge. “I’m not angry.” A pause, as she steps through the threshold, taking in the state of the apartment. “It’s my normal voice. I have… a few questions I want to ask you.”

“Then ask away. He turns slightly to look at her, four glowing red eyes regarding her with some form of casual amusement. His red skin was either the result of way too much body paint, or he was actually red. Which went with the glowing red eyes. He also continued eating, seemingly waiting for more from her, as the door casually closed behind her.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink? I do try to be mostly hospitable.”

not-batgirl :

She thought standing on a bridge tower with the staff to capture as much moon light as possible would do some good, but so far it wasn’t doing anything. So why else on Earth would it be called a Lunar Staff? Did it need a spell or something? If only Dick’s friend, Raven from the Titans, were here, maybe she could figure it out. Speaking of, this phrase was worth a try. @anothersonoftrigon

“Aza-rum… metro-on… Zapdos!”

“You’ll never manage to use the words used by Raven to produce magic. Hers is not the magic of spoken spells.” The four eyed half demon almost found it hilarious; here was someone who knew nothing of magic trying to wave about a staff and saying words that she had no reference for.

“Funny that you would try though. In any case, I assume this staff is what you sought me out for?”

burningxstarsx

Well, it wasn’t what she had expected to see. Four red eyes focused on her… They almost reminded her of Raven, on the rare occasions Starfire had seen the other set her friend possessed.

She let the straw drop from her mouth, and she shook the bottle lightly. “It is refreshing,” she answered with a grin, “I enjoy it.” And what else was to it besides that? She liked it, she drank it.

As it should, for they shared a father. Still, he seemed almost... offended at her drinking. “Has no one told you that is a condiment? It is a seasoning, not a drink. You might as well be drinking mayonnaise.” He understood that cultures could differ, but he didn’t understand why she might want to drink mustard. “It goes on things. It is not a drink.”

“But, if you must drink it, why do you not at least drink the good mustard? Surely you have been introduced to high quality mustard if you enjoy it so much.”

plumgall

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Headcanon: Alcohol

Jacob is the worst alcohol snob. He tends to fall more on the quality side than the quantity side, anyway, but when it comes to alcohol, he can’t stand sub par liquor. In fact, if one were to enter the pocket dimension of his mind, you’d only find two things that he actually guards there or takes any time to make hidden.

The first is the pit where he keeps his demon side chained up, which he feeds energy to keep it sated, like it’s a Rancor. Safer that way really.

The second thing is a giant cube like structure. The structure itself only opens if one knows the right combination of touches to make against the outside, and when it opens it leads to his personal liquor cabinet. It’s quite large, to say the least.

Assuming one got that part open, they’re treated to various whiskies and vodkas and a few rare and high quality wines. But if they want the stuff Jacob actually values, you’ll have to know the password to the secret cellar inside the already secure cube. That’s where he keeps the stuff he really cares about.

Because down there? That’s moonshine.

Not the bathtub jin either. He prizes well made and quality moonshine, the kind of stuff only men crazy enough to go out into the wilderness to make would produce. It’s strong, but there’s passion that only comes through in the real stuff. He considers himself a connoisseur of the stuff, and he’ll pay top dollar to get a hold of it. He’s gone far enough to hire time travelers to swipe barrels and bottles of the stuff from prohibition and before, stuff that would otherwise get destroyed, so there’s no time paradoxes. It simply supposedly got destroyed. As far as anyone knows, it doesn’t exist. But he’ll pay good money for the real stuff.

Of course, there’s a lot of it. He doesn’t drink it often, because it’s not something worth drinking just whenever. That said, he prizes it more than anything else; it’s the fullest expression of his vice and his sin for him.

#ooc #headcanon

noncrmal

❝ None of your concern that’s why—I don’t need to explain myself to a demon such as yourself.❞

“First, half demon. Second, if you let me help you I could probably get you what you needed and actually teach you what you needed to know.”

noncrmal

Violet groaned annoyed, grabbing one of her pillows she threw it at the other hitting him smack dab in the face huffing annoying. ❝I have power–now stop acting as if you give a crap, leave NOW.❞ She said in a bitter, angry tone this time holding the book infront of her face trying to block out the other’s annoying voice she WILL learn even if it takes up her whole life.

The half demon sighed. “Why are you so desperate to learn magic? What goal are you trying to accomplish?”

noncrmal

❝ Well then go away and vanish into a portal–but I’m going to keep reading and there is nothing you can do about it.❞ She rolled her eyes, getting annoyed of the other quite fast licking her finger, she turned the page reading the new section as she leaned back against her pillows, her book now resting onto her knees.

“Seriously. If you want to learn magic, real magic, you need power first. And you don’t have that. To have power, you need a source. Which means you need to find that. To have a source, you need to make sure it’s stable, or bad things happen. That’s how novice magic users usually end up dead. They try using a bad source.”

noncrmal

❝ You’re not talking about ‘’under the sheets’’ magic are you? I’m just kidding but It’s not stupid not if I learn how to control it better.❞

The red skinned man with four glowing red eyes and a presence that screamed bad idea was clearly not kidding. “It’s very stupid to use magic in an attempt to control it. Magic isn’t like anything else. It’s not something you practice to learn. It’s something you study, and only when you fully grasp it can you actually use it. Trying to practice with it is like trying to practice cooking by dousing yourself in gasoline and setting yourself on fire.”

watsonofagun

could you like or reblog this if you’re okay with late replies to roleplay threads / asks / etc.?

by late, it means anywhere between 1 day to 1 year. because i know some people prefer writing and replying on the spot, but i’m also sure lots of peeps struggle with that for various reasons, and threads get dropped because their partner has long lost interest or something, which can be very discouraging. so i hope we can all be understanding here!

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