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“Sigh…” Ah, he’s moping.
“I fear I may have hit a roadblock in my research…”
"How so Papa Colress? Can I help?"
He looks fondly upon Doctor.
“Ah! …There you are.”
A frown creases his features.
“Hmm… no, though. …No. I fear my current research topic is reaching… not quite a limitation per se, but… a level of conclusion where I am no longer able to maintain the same interest in the subject as I used to.”
“I believe I may need to specialise my research further. This… may take a bit of consideration.”
"Oooooh..."
*Doctor pauses, digesting the words spoken for a moment, before he also frowned, looking briefly panicked*
"Wait...this isn't about me, is it? It's something different, right?"
“Mmh?”
Colress startles himself, as if pulled from deep thought. The look he gives Doctor suggests he hadn’t even considered the other’s feelings in all of this.
He blinks… then resumes his usual, easy smile.
“Oh, of course not! Haha… oh no— you continue to be one of the most fascinating subjects I have ever had the privilege to study! Rest assured… we shall find a suitable direction in which to continue our experiments. You are far too precious to simply let go, in any case.”
*He sighs softly in relief* "Phew...okay, good." *He gives Colress a big, innocent smile*
"I know some people think me like, being a subject and experiment and stuff is weird, but...I really like it. I never really got to feel important before, ya know?"
"I love my life here in the labs - and I love you too, Papa Colress!"
Colress’ smile broadens as he links his fingers together and rests his chin upon his hands.
“You do, eh? Mmhmm— that is fantastic of course, absolutely excellent.”
He tilts his head to one side, thinking… or pretending to think, at least.
“I very much… …appreciate your presence here, as well! Although, I suppose I have already told you as much. It is, however, a pleasure to know that we are on the same page, as the saying goes.”
Then, because he does have a forever inquisitive mind he adds, “I don’t suppose you have any ideas for any future experiments, my friend?”
*He nods along with Colress, still giving that big smile. He blinked at the question, thinking for a few moments, mimicking Colress's finger linking as he thought*
"Huh....that's a good question!"
*He thought a bit more, shuffling through ideas in his mind* "Well...I guess I haven't really interacted with many other Pokemon. I dunno how they'd react to me - like, how smart and enhanced I am. Like, would they find me being more human neat? Would they think it was weird?"
Colress pushes himself back on his chair, spinning a little.
“Hm! Difficult to say! I have met a great deal of Pokémon— one of whom had mastered human speech! And yet… yes, that talent— instead of being appreciated— was met with scorn.”
Socialising you with other Pokémon—“
He pauses.
“Other Pokémon? Pardon me. Do you wish to be referred to as a Pokémon, still? Or, should I refer to you as something else?”
*He shook his head* "No, I prefer being human...I just mean like, of course a Pokemon would know I'm not human. Pokemon never fall for the form change trick." *He said with a giggle*
"And yeah, exactly! That's why I'm curious. Like...will Pokemon think I'm like, some weird traitor for wanting to be a human?"
Colress looks equally giddy.
“Ah! Who knows! Isn’t that… fun? Who’s to say how Pokémon will perceive you? Will some relate? Will they simply all shun you?”
His eyes gleam.
“I simply cannot wait to see. Can’t you? This is history in the making. Progress, in its purest form!”
“Sigh…” Ah, he’s moping.
“I fear I may have hit a roadblock in my research…”
"How so Papa Colress? Can I help?"
He looks fondly upon Doctor.
“Ah! …There you are.”
A frown creases his features.
“Hmm… no, though. …No. I fear my current research topic is reaching… not quite a limitation per se, but… a level of conclusion where I am no longer able to maintain the same interest in the subject as I used to.”
“I believe I may need to specialise my research further. This… may take a bit of consideration.”
"Oooooh..."
*Doctor pauses, digesting the words spoken for a moment, before he also frowned, looking briefly panicked*
"Wait...this isn't about me, is it? It's something different, right?"
“Mmh?”
Colress startles himself, as if pulled from deep thought. The look he gives Doctor suggests he hadn’t even considered the other’s feelings in all of this.
He blinks… then resumes his usual, easy smile.
“Oh, of course not! Haha… oh no— you continue to be one of the most fascinating subjects I have ever had the privilege to study! Rest assured… we shall find a suitable direction in which to continue our experiments. You are far too precious to simply let go, in any case.”
*He sighs softly in relief* "Phew...okay, good." *He gives Colress a big, innocent smile*
"I know some people think me like, being a subject and experiment and stuff is weird, but...I really like it. I never really got to feel important before, ya know?"
"I love my life here in the labs - and I love you too, Papa Colress!"
Colress’ smile broadens as he links his fingers together and rests his chin upon his hands.
“You do, eh? Mmhmm— that is fantastic of course, absolutely excellent.”
He tilts his head to one side, thinking… or pretending to think, at least.
“I very much… …appreciate your presence here, as well! Although, I suppose I have already told you as much. It is, however, a pleasure to know that we are on the same page, as the saying goes.”
Then, because he does have a forever inquisitive mind he adds, “I don’t suppose you have any ideas for any future experiments, my friend?”
*He nods along with Colress, still giving that big smile. He blinked at the question, thinking for a few moments, mimicking Colress's finger linking as he thought*
"Huh....that's a good question!"
*He thought a bit more, shuffling through ideas in his mind* "Well...I guess I haven't really interacted with many other Pokemon. I dunno how they'd react to me - like, how smart and enhanced I am. Like, would they find me being more human neat? Would they think it was weird?"
Colress pushes himself back on his chair, spinning a little.
“Hm! Difficult to say! I have met a great deal of Pokémon— one of whom had mastered human speech! And yet… yes, that talent— instead of being appreciated— was met with scorn.”
Socialising you with other Pokémon—“
He pauses.
“Other Pokémon? Pardon me. Do you wish to be referred to as a Pokémon, still? Or, should I refer to you as something else?”
“Sigh…” Ah, he’s moping.
“I fear I may have hit a roadblock in my research…”
"How so Papa Colress? Can I help?"
He looks fondly upon Doctor.
“Ah! …There you are.”
A frown creases his features.
“Hmm… no, though. …No. I fear my current research topic is reaching… not quite a limitation per se, but… a level of conclusion where I am no longer able to maintain the same interest in the subject as I used to.”
“I believe I may need to specialise my research further. This… may take a bit of consideration.”
"Oooooh..."
*Doctor pauses, digesting the words spoken for a moment, before he also frowned, looking briefly panicked*
"Wait...this isn't about me, is it? It's something different, right?"
“Mmh?”
Colress startles himself, as if pulled from deep thought. The look he gives Doctor suggests he hadn’t even considered the other’s feelings in all of this.
He blinks… then resumes his usual, easy smile.
“Oh, of course not! Haha… oh no— you continue to be one of the most fascinating subjects I have ever had the privilege to study! Rest assured… we shall find a suitable direction in which to continue our experiments. You are far too precious to simply let go, in any case.”
*He sighs softly in relief* "Phew...okay, good." *He gives Colress a big, innocent smile*
"I know some people think me like, being a subject and experiment and stuff is weird, but...I really like it. I never really got to feel important before, ya know?"
"I love my life here in the labs - and I love you too, Papa Colress!"
Colress’ smile broadens as he links his fingers together and rests his chin upon his hands.
“You do, eh? Mmhmm— that is fantastic of course, absolutely excellent.”
He tilts his head to one side, thinking… or pretending to think, at least.
“I very much… …appreciate your presence here, as well! Although, I suppose I have already told you as much. It is, however, a pleasure to know that we are on the same page, as the saying goes.”
Then, because he does have a forever inquisitive mind he adds, “I don’t suppose you have any ideas for any future experiments, my friend?”
“Sigh…” Ah, he’s moping.
“I fear I may have hit a roadblock in my research…”
"How so Papa Colress? Can I help?"
He looks fondly upon Doctor.
“Ah! …There you are.”
A frown creases his features.
“Hmm… no, though. …No. I fear my current research topic is reaching… not quite a limitation per se, but… a level of conclusion where I am no longer able to maintain the same interest in the subject as I used to.”
“I believe I may need to specialise my research further. This… may take a bit of consideration.”
"Oooooh..."
*Doctor pauses, digesting the words spoken for a moment, before he also frowned, looking briefly panicked*
"Wait...this isn't about me, is it? It's something different, right?"
“Mmh?”
Colress startles himself, as if pulled from deep thought. The look he gives Doctor suggests he hadn’t even considered the other’s feelings in all of this.
He blinks… then resumes his usual, easy smile.
“Oh, of course not! Haha… oh no— you continue to be one of the most fascinating subjects I have ever had the privilege to study! Rest assured… we shall find a suitable direction in which to continue our experiments. You are far too precious to simply let go, in any case.”
“Sigh…” Ah, he’s moping.
“I fear I may have hit a roadblock in my research…”
"How so Papa Colress? Can I help?"
He looks fondly upon Doctor.
“Ah! …There you are.”
A frown creases his features.
“Hmm… no, though. …No. I fear my current research topic is reaching… not quite a limitation per se, but… a level of conclusion where I am no longer able to maintain the same interest in the subject as I used to.”
“I believe I may need to specialise my research further. This… may take a bit of consideration.”
“Sigh…” Ah, he’s moping.
“I fear I may have hit a roadblock in my research…”
(Quick warning for some blood and injuries on the demon boi ^^)
(The bitchass demon hobbles in. He looks god awful, what the hell happened to him? His favourite top is ruined, his fingerless gloves are almost in tatters, and there's injuries and blood littering his body. His hair is also a mess. Did bro get attacked or something????)
[9/90 HP REMAINING]
Yo, Coleslaw. D'you have any Ibuprofen? I have a headache.
(Not even the experiments have started, and the demon is literally battered and looks like hell. How is he so nonchalant about his wounds????)
(Colress, believe it or not, has seen worse.
Although, that doesn’t stop him from gagging at the sight. Oh Arceus. How he hates, hates blood.
He takes another glance at them and and groans, hand on his queasy stomach).
Ugh. I would say that a headache is the least of your problems at this moment… 💧
Oh gods, the smell…
Y'think so? I think I'm relatively fine, bar the headache. One time, I had my limbs torn off, and I came out fiiiiine.
(He lied. He died 5 minutes later.)
(He looks down at his hands. His gloves, mesh and bracelet is beyond salvaging. His black nails are chipped.)
Ah fuck, my nails, ugghhhhhhhh....
(Yuri's demon tail flicks like a cat in annoyance.)
I'll have to get them done again.... 💢
That’s what you’re concerned about?
Although, there is quite a lot of— hhk— blood, on your forehead, so perhaps you’re concussed…
In any case… I suppose I could examine your injuries, if you wish. …Although, if you are capable of such a thing at present, I would appreciate it if you could… clean the blood off. Even a little, would make this more tolerable.
Buuhhhhhhhh.... Alright.
(Yuri rumages through the pockets of his ruined jeans. He pulls out a full ass towel. How he does that? Who knows? Fuck you for asking /j/lh
Yuri takes off his glasses and wipes his face. His blood stains the towel, and it's revealed he's got a huge gash under his bangs, and a pretty bad head injury at the back of his head under his dark brown, red ombre hair. He puts his glasses back on. Even his SOUL is showing cracks due to his low health.)
Oh... Oh that's gore. That's gore of myself.
(He says that plainly, like it was small surprise. How is the fucker still alive?????)
Excuse me, for one moment.
(Colress picks up the trash can next to his desk and… there goes his lunch).
Ugh… hah… 💧
W-well… my knowledge of uh… demon biology is very limited, but I can certainly treat you the, um, “human way”. If nothing else the results will be most… hufff… most interesting.
Jesus Christ, how are you so squeamish??? It's just blood, mate. Have you never seen the inside of an ER before, or even kill people or eldritch beings????
(He seems incredulous of the fact that Colress is squeamish. Yuri had assumed that Colress would probably desensitized to that kind of thing or something, given the morally questionable stuff he's done and his profession. Did the demon assume wrong????)
Also, the human way of doing shit kinda works the same way in a sense? Fuck if I know.
(He shakes his head, looking a little pathetic).
I am not in the habit of killing people. (Pause). Messily, anyway.
And I have seen… far too much blood for one lifetime. Any reminders of that time is…
(Ough. Oh, no. He holds his face in his hand with another groan).
…Let us not speak of that. If you give me a moment, I will retrieve what medical supplies I have.
(Quick warning for some blood and injuries on the demon boi ^^)
(The bitchass demon hobbles in. He looks god awful, what the hell happened to him? His favourite top is ruined, his fingerless gloves are almost in tatters, and there's injuries and blood littering his body. His hair is also a mess. Did bro get attacked or something????)
[9/90 HP REMAINING]
Yo, Coleslaw. D'you have any Ibuprofen? I have a headache.
(Not even the experiments have started, and the demon is literally battered and looks like hell. How is he so nonchalant about his wounds????)
(Colress, believe it or not, has seen worse.
Although, that doesn’t stop him from gagging at the sight. Oh Arceus. How he hates, hates blood.
He takes another glance at them and and groans, hand on his queasy stomach).
Ugh. I would say that a headache is the least of your problems at this moment… 💧
Oh gods, the smell…
Y'think so? I think I'm relatively fine, bar the headache. One time, I had my limbs torn off, and I came out fiiiiine.
(He lied. He died 5 minutes later.)
(He looks down at his hands. His gloves, mesh and bracelet is beyond salvaging. His black nails are chipped.)
Ah fuck, my nails, ugghhhhhhhh....
(Yuri's demon tail flicks like a cat in annoyance.)
I'll have to get them done again.... 💢
That’s what you’re concerned about?
Although, there is quite a lot of— hhk— blood, on your forehead, so perhaps you’re concussed…
In any case… I suppose I could examine your injuries, if you wish. …Although, if you are capable of such a thing at present, I would appreciate it if you could… clean the blood off. Even a little, would make this more tolerable.
Buuhhhhhhhh.... Alright.
(Yuri rumages through the pockets of his ruined jeans. He pulls out a full ass towel. How he does that? Who knows? Fuck you for asking /j/lh
Yuri takes off his glasses and wipes his face. His blood stains the towel, and it's revealed he's got a huge gash under his bangs, and a pretty bad head injury at the back of his head under his dark brown, red ombre hair. He puts his glasses back on. Even his SOUL is showing cracks due to his low health.)
Oh... Oh that's gore. That's gore of myself.
(He says that plainly, like it was small surprise. How is the fucker still alive?????)
Excuse me, for one moment.
(Colress picks up the trash can next to his desk and… there goes his lunch).
Ugh… hah… 💧
W-well… my knowledge of uh… demon biology is very limited, but I can certainly treat you the, um, “human way”. If nothing else the results will be most… hufff… most interesting.
(Quick warning for some blood and injuries on the demon boi ^^)
(The bitchass demon hobbles in. He looks god awful, what the hell happened to him? His favourite top is ruined, his fingerless gloves are almost in tatters, and there's injuries and blood littering his body. His hair is also a mess. Did bro get attacked or something????)
[9/90 HP REMAINING]
Yo, Coleslaw. D'you have any Ibuprofen? I have a headache.
(Not even the experiments have started, and the demon is literally battered and looks like hell. How is he so nonchalant about his wounds????)
(Colress, believe it or not, has seen worse.
Although, that doesn’t stop him from gagging at the sight. Oh Arceus. How he hates, hates blood.
He takes another glance at them and and groans, hand on his queasy stomach).
Ugh. I would say that a headache is the least of your problems at this moment… 💧
Oh gods, the smell…
Y'think so? I think I'm relatively fine, bar the headache. One time, I had my limbs torn off, and I came out fiiiiine.
(He lied. He died 5 minutes later.)
(He looks down at his hands. His gloves, mesh and bracelet is beyond salvaging. His black nails are chipped.)
Ah fuck, my nails, ugghhhhhhhh....
(Yuri's demon tail flicks like a cat in annoyance.)
I'll have to get them done again.... 💢
That’s what you’re concerned about?
Although, there is quite a lot of— hhk— blood, on your forehead, so perhaps you’re concussed…
In any case… I suppose I could examine your injuries, if you wish. …Although, if you are capable of such a thing at present, I would appreciate it if you could… clean the blood off. Even a little, would make this more tolerable.
(Quick warning for some blood and injuries on the demon boi ^^)
(The bitchass demon hobbles in. He looks god awful, what the hell happened to him? His favourite top is ruined, his fingerless gloves are almost in tatters, and there's injuries and blood littering his body. His hair is also a mess. Did bro get attacked or something????)
[9/90 HP REMAINING]
Yo, Coleslaw. D'you have any Ibuprofen? I have a headache.
(Not even the experiments have started, and the demon is literally battered and looks like hell. How is he so nonchalant about his wounds????)
(Colress, believe it or not, has seen worse.
Although, that doesn’t stop him from gagging at the sight. Oh Arceus. How he hates, hates blood.
He takes another glance at them and and groans, hand on his queasy stomach).
Ugh. I would say that a headache is the least of your problems at this moment… 💧
Oh gods, the smell…
// Just an fyi. I might try out a new tagging system, where I tag specific usernames/characters… so people can look up their specific rp threads with mine.
… 5 years into doing rp/ask blogs and I’m still learning the best way to organise things lmao
Hello, sir! I'm the Anonymous Interviewer. I'd like to ask a few nonsensical questions, if you don't mind? You can refuse to answer any of these, of course, and my apologies if they come off personal. -Why did you choose steel types to specialize in? Are they easier to work with, or did it just happen?
-I've asked Faba this, but I want to know your side of the story. How did you two meet? -I'm sure you get asked this a lot, but really, how DO you get your hair to stay like that?
-Will your research ever come to a stop? Will you ever have an answer you're satisfied with that just causes you to not want to continue your current field of research? If so, what do you think you'll do then? -Why are you so uncomfortable with physical contact? Thank you for your time, Dr. Colress! I totally won't be using your answers to compare with my universe's version of you. Byeeee!!! *poofs into a bunch of sparkles and disappears*
An interview? How fun!~
Well my scrupulous, anonymous friend, the answer to your first question is quite simple! Steel types are, according to my data and personal battling style, the strongest Pokémon type I could specialise in. They have more resistances than any other type and typically have high defence, which gives me ample time to “set up” my partners with various performance enhancing items. Their heavy defences also mean that outside of battle they are ideal to have around the lab, as they cannot be easily harmed by any… aha… accidents. All that aside— I also find them quite pleasing to the eye.
Asked Faba? About “us”? Have you now?~ I can just imagine his reaction. How amusing… mmm. He is a rather… private person, so you will excuse me if I do not go into detail about the development of our relationship. My circumstances, however, are as follows. I ran into some difficulty after Team Plasma disbanded, and in order to continue my work unbothered by the Interpol I requested the aid of my cousin, Lusamine. She graciously agreed, in return for my help on a particular project of hers. Far from an inconvenience was it for me to accept these conditions, and so after I relocated to Alola I began at once and in earnest. Unfortunately, her dear branch chief, who also happened to be the project lead, did not take too kindly to me at first. …At first. Ahh… romance has so often bored me, but I did so enjoy those early days… and beyond, naturally.
But, moving on…
My hair is braided with a telecommunications device (of sorts) of my own creation, allowing me to maintain access to the internet and communication networks even when I am in remote areas. As you can imagine, it’s quite essential to my work! The device itself is flexible and yet can also hold different positions, hence why I am able to bend the hair around my head in what is both a practical and stylish shape~
And, I do not imagine my research will ever cease. I purposefully chose my topic because of its broad nature and ambitious goal, in fact. If I should ever find a single, undisputed method of bringing forth the entirety of Pokémon’s power, however… well! My fascination with this world is never ending. I have no doubt that I would have little trouble selecting another avenue of research. If all else fails, I have my “anti-aging” project to keep me occupied until I can locate my next source of scientific curiosity!
Finally, I see you have saved the most personal for last, hm? Unfortunately, dear interviewer, it seems I am all out of time for you today. I must bid you good day!
(Casually saunters in. Oh fuck, what's bro up to now? /j)
So, I've heard you wanted to study me, huh?
I just know things, trust, I totally don't snoop around and stuff-
Yes.
(Does he look a bit twitchy? …He looks a bit twitchy).
Was that. Perhaps… an offer?
Now wait a minute, I haven't finished-
I have a deal I'd like to propose. The whole classic demon schtick. I'm not letting you do shit until you agree to my deal. How does that sound?
Hm.
Heh. Hahaha~
Ah…
…Very well, I will hear out your terms.
You owe me either snacks or a can of monster per experiment. A guy's gotta be compensated for anything that can be inconvenient, even death and post mortem pain.
(Post mortem pain is just pain that happens after the demon comes back after dying, depending on the death, btw. A trade-off to having player privelleges.)
(Colress bursts into hysterical giggles)~
Snacks? An energy drink? My dear, both can be arranged.
(He manages to pull himself together, though that absolutely manic grin on his face remains).
And… what of the fine print, so to speak? I assume a deal like this does not come without a hidden clause or two.
Fine print? I doubt you'd have a SOUL, considering I'd assume you wouldn't know about AUs, timelines, save files and shit or break the 4th wall. Maybe the SOUL shit applies elsewhere. But oh well. Just drop the manic shit please. It's fucking weird.
(He tilts his head ‘innocently’, but just looks more crazed).
Mmh, I know of a few people who would share your opinion about my lack of… soul.
The terminology you use is not wholly unfamiliar to me, though the specifics elude me. Provided it is not relevant to our deal, however, I am content to wait until a late date to request an in-depth explanation.
As for my mania… I am afraid I cannot control that.
(He smiles… and playfully ‘knocks’ on the side of his head).
The brain is a rather… odd little thing. Though— you have my word that it will not interfere with experiments. Test subjects such as yourself are far too valuable to be flippant with…
Mhmmmm... Right.
He's totally delulu... 💧
Ah shit, I should've topped up my nails, the black polish is all chipped, ugh...
Whatever. I guess we get this shit sorted. Just don't do anything weird, alright?
Ahahaha! Why— all of science is ‘weird’, my dear demon. But, I understand your meaning. I always endeavour to be courteous, rest assured.
Now. How do we officiate this deal?
Ehhhhhhhh... A contact, or something. I don't know. At least it's not SOUL-bindiny or something, because that's always a pain in the arse.
You… don’t know?
(Eyebrow raise…)
I was anticipating something dramatic. With flames, or some kind of menacing handshake.
(He seems more amused at himself and his own expectations than disappointed in any way, though).
I'm a demon who's a [PL4YƏR_N4MƏ_■■■■]. It's not bloody Hazbin Hotel or something, or whatever shit the media churns out. Just- Fuck it, let's just shake on it or something, I dunno- We'll do this the old gentleman way.
(The demon spits on his hand and presents his hand for a handshake. A classic trope. A little gross, but a classic trope.)
(Colress winces when he spits, and eyes the hand with disgust).
Is that really a necessary part of the handshake?
Ah come on, don't leave me hanging. You can always wash your hands after this. Just be lucky it's not our blood. Blood contanimation's a real thing.
(Bristling…
Disgruntled Colress noises…
Without taking his glove off, he licks a tiny little stripe up his palm… and then very slowly… very hesitantly, reaches out and takes Yuri’s hand, cringing every moment).
There we go. That wasn't so hard, now was it?
Tsk, pussy. (That was muttered under his breath.)
Alright, contract done, let's get the experiments and testing over with. I'm the kinda guy who likes to get to the point.
(Nose wrinkled, Colress peels off his glove… and tosses it on his desk, presumably to be washed later. He searches in one of the drawers and finds a fresh one, which he quickly puts on).
So am I… but these aren’t standard tests. Planning and preparation is necessary. It seems we will both have to be patient in this endeavour…
(Casually saunters in. Oh fuck, what's bro up to now? /j)
So, I've heard you wanted to study me, huh?
I just know things, trust, I totally don't snoop around and stuff-
Yes.
(Does he look a bit twitchy? …He looks a bit twitchy).
Was that. Perhaps… an offer?
Now wait a minute, I haven't finished-
I have a deal I'd like to propose. The whole classic demon schtick. I'm not letting you do shit until you agree to my deal. How does that sound?
Hm.
Heh. Hahaha~
Ah…
…Very well, I will hear out your terms.
You owe me either snacks or a can of monster per experiment. A guy's gotta be compensated for anything that can be inconvenient, even death and post mortem pain.
(Post mortem pain is just pain that happens after the demon comes back after dying, depending on the death, btw. A trade-off to having player privelleges.)
(Colress bursts into hysterical giggles)~
Snacks? An energy drink? My dear, both can be arranged.
(He manages to pull himself together, though that absolutely manic grin on his face remains).
And… what of the fine print, so to speak? I assume a deal like this does not come without a hidden clause or two.
Fine print? I doubt you'd have a SOUL, considering I'd assume you wouldn't know about AUs, timelines, save files and shit or break the 4th wall. Maybe the SOUL shit applies elsewhere. But oh well. Just drop the manic shit please. It's fucking weird.
(He tilts his head ‘innocently’, but just looks more crazed).
Mmh, I know of a few people who would share your opinion about my lack of… soul.
The terminology you use is not wholly unfamiliar to me, though the specifics elude me. Provided it is not relevant to our deal, however, I am content to wait until a late date to request an in-depth explanation.
As for my mania… I am afraid I cannot control that.
(He smiles… and playfully ‘knocks’ on the side of his head).
The brain is a rather… odd little thing. Though— you have my word that it will not interfere with experiments. Test subjects such as yourself are far too valuable to be flippant with…
Mhmmmm... Right.
He's totally delulu... 💧
Ah shit, I should've topped up my nails, the black polish is all chipped, ugh...
Whatever. I guess we get this shit sorted. Just don't do anything weird, alright?
Ahahaha! Why— all of science is ‘weird’, my dear demon. But, I understand your meaning. I always endeavour to be courteous, rest assured.
Now. How do we officiate this deal?
Ehhhhhhhh... A contact, or something. I don't know. At least it's not SOUL-bindiny or something, because that's always a pain in the arse.
You… don’t know?
(Eyebrow raise…)
I was anticipating something dramatic. With flames, or some kind of menacing handshake.
(He seems more amused at himself and his own expectations than disappointed in any way, though).
I'm a demon who's a [PL4YƏR_N4MƏ_■■■■]. It's not bloody Hazbin Hotel or something, or whatever shit the media churns out. Just- Fuck it, let's just shake on it or something, I dunno- We'll do this the old gentleman way.
(The demon spits on his hand and presents his hand for a handshake. A classic trope. A little gross, but a classic trope.)
(Colress winces when he spits, and eyes the hand with disgust).
Is that really a necessary part of the handshake?
Ah come on, don't leave me hanging. You can always wash your hands after this. Just be lucky it's not our blood. Blood contanimation's a real thing.
(Bristling…
Disgruntled Colress noises…
Without taking his glove off, he licks a tiny little stripe up his palm… and then very slowly… very hesitantly, reaches out and takes Yuri’s hand, cringing every moment).
(Casually saunters in. Oh fuck, what's bro up to now? /j)
So, I've heard you wanted to study me, huh?
I just know things, trust, I totally don't snoop around and stuff-
Yes.
(Does he look a bit twitchy? …He looks a bit twitchy).
Was that. Perhaps… an offer?
Now wait a minute, I haven't finished-
I have a deal I'd like to propose. The whole classic demon schtick. I'm not letting you do shit until you agree to my deal. How does that sound?
Hm.
Heh. Hahaha~
Ah…
…Very well, I will hear out your terms.
You owe me either snacks or a can of monster per experiment. A guy's gotta be compensated for anything that can be inconvenient, even death and post mortem pain.
(Post mortem pain is just pain that happens after the demon comes back after dying, depending on the death, btw. A trade-off to having player privelleges.)
(Colress bursts into hysterical giggles)~
Snacks? An energy drink? My dear, both can be arranged.
(He manages to pull himself together, though that absolutely manic grin on his face remains).
And… what of the fine print, so to speak? I assume a deal like this does not come without a hidden clause or two.
Fine print? I doubt you'd have a SOUL, considering I'd assume you wouldn't know about AUs, timelines, save files and shit or break the 4th wall. Maybe the SOUL shit applies elsewhere. But oh well. Just drop the manic shit please. It's fucking weird.
(He tilts his head ‘innocently’, but just looks more crazed).
Mmh, I know of a few people who would share your opinion about my lack of… soul.
The terminology you use is not wholly unfamiliar to me, though the specifics elude me. Provided it is not relevant to our deal, however, I am content to wait until a late date to request an in-depth explanation.
As for my mania… I am afraid I cannot control that.
(He smiles… and playfully ‘knocks’ on the side of his head).
The brain is a rather… odd little thing. Though— you have my word that it will not interfere with experiments. Test subjects such as yourself are far too valuable to be flippant with…
Mhmmmm... Right.
He's totally delulu... 💧
Ah shit, I should've topped up my nails, the black polish is all chipped, ugh...
Whatever. I guess we get this shit sorted. Just don't do anything weird, alright?
Ahahaha! Why— all of science is ‘weird’, my dear demon. But, I understand your meaning. I always endeavour to be courteous, rest assured.
Now. How do we officiate this deal?
Ehhhhhhhh... A contact, or something. I don't know. At least it's not SOUL-bindiny or something, because that's always a pain in the arse.
You… don’t know?
(Eyebrow raise…)
I was anticipating something dramatic. With flames, or some kind of menacing handshake.
(He seems more amused at himself and his own expectations than disappointed in any way, though).
I'm a demon who's a [PL4YƏR_N4MƏ_■■■■]. It's not bloody Hazbin Hotel or something, or whatever shit the media churns out. Just- Fuck it, let's just shake on it or something, I dunno- We'll do this the old gentleman way.
(The demon spits on his hand and presents his hand for a handshake. A classic trope. A little gross, but a classic trope.)
(Colress winces when he spits, and eyes the hand with disgust).
Is that really a necessary part of the handshake?
(Casually saunters in. Oh fuck, what's bro up to now? /j)
So, I've heard you wanted to study me, huh?
I just know things, trust, I totally don't snoop around and stuff-
Yes.
(Does he look a bit twitchy? …He looks a bit twitchy).
Was that. Perhaps… an offer?
Now wait a minute, I haven't finished-
I have a deal I'd like to propose. The whole classic demon schtick. I'm not letting you do shit until you agree to my deal. How does that sound?
Hm.
Heh. Hahaha~
Ah…
…Very well, I will hear out your terms.
You owe me either snacks or a can of monster per experiment. A guy's gotta be compensated for anything that can be inconvenient, even death and post mortem pain.
(Post mortem pain is just pain that happens after the demon comes back after dying, depending on the death, btw. A trade-off to having player privelleges.)
(Colress bursts into hysterical giggles)~
Snacks? An energy drink? My dear, both can be arranged.
(He manages to pull himself together, though that absolutely manic grin on his face remains).
And… what of the fine print, so to speak? I assume a deal like this does not come without a hidden clause or two.
Fine print? I doubt you'd have a SOUL, considering I'd assume you wouldn't know about AUs, timelines, save files and shit or break the 4th wall. Maybe the SOUL shit applies elsewhere. But oh well. Just drop the manic shit please. It's fucking weird.
(He tilts his head ‘innocently’, but just looks more crazed).
Mmh, I know of a few people who would share your opinion about my lack of… soul.
The terminology you use is not wholly unfamiliar to me, though the specifics elude me. Provided it is not relevant to our deal, however, I am content to wait until a late date to request an in-depth explanation.
As for my mania… I am afraid I cannot control that.
(He smiles… and playfully ‘knocks’ on the side of his head).
The brain is a rather… odd little thing. Though— you have my word that it will not interfere with experiments. Test subjects such as yourself are far too valuable to be flippant with…
Mhmmmm... Right.
He's totally delulu... 💧
Ah shit, I should've topped up my nails, the black polish is all chipped, ugh...
Whatever. I guess we get this shit sorted. Just don't do anything weird, alright?
Ahahaha! Why— all of science is ‘weird’, my dear demon. But, I understand your meaning. I always endeavour to be courteous, rest assured.
Now. How do we officiate this deal?
Ehhhhhhhh... A contact, or something. I don't know. At least it's not SOUL-bindiny or something, because that's always a pain in the arse.
You… don’t know?
(Eyebrow raise…)
I was anticipating something dramatic. With flames, or some kind of menacing handshake.
(He seems more amused at himself and his own expectations than disappointed in any way, though).