Immoral Support Group Session!

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[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

HELLO ONE AND ALL! Welcome to the ask blog for the ISG! I'm your Host Markus, and I've got SO MANY alters ready to answer questions- even the non-fronters! Please be sure to direct questions towards one of us or declare if they are for anyone to pick up, as it helps the cohesion of the blog. Answers will always be tagged with the responding emote an alter signs off with and will have a bottom tag of their name with it. Feel free to ask anything that you're curious about, share info, opinions, etc. We will answer what we feel comfortable with sharing. KEEP IN MIND that even though all alters are fictive in nature, they DO NOT ALWAYS adhere to canon material. They are their own people who have individuality based on their own experiences and memories.

HAVE FUN! Alter list below the cut! Edited for RP options (look for the ☆)!

💽 Dave Strider

♊ Sollux Captor

♎ Terezi Pyrope ☆

🍍 Alto Clef

☎️ Spamton G. Spamton

⚕️ E.Dr. Ludwig

🛠️ Karl Heisenberg ☆

🦋 Benjamin Kondraki

⛓️ Jack Bright

⚙️ Charles Gears

🧣 Julian Gill ☆

💡 Simon Glass

🏍️ Leon S. Kennedy

♍ Kanaya Maryam

🐙 Rose Maryam

♏ Vraxis Serket ☆

🐍 Anthony J. Crowley

🩸 Astarion Ancunin

🪆 Donna Beneviento

🩺 James Wilson

🩼 Gregory House

🎱 Brody Strider

🐡 Kamata-Kun

🪐 Gojira

🐔 Gigan

🌹 Biollante

👽 Rick Roland ☆

🎯 Ryker Roland ☆

💊 Dick Roland ☆

☮️ Zach Roland ☆

💀 Cory Roland ☆

⭐ Riktor Rolan ☆

🧠 Monty Roland ☆

☢️ Duke Nukem ☆

🧿 Otis Roland ☆

♠️ Nick Vancoun

🚚 Ellis Ladin

🖥 GLaDOS

🐦 Wheatley

♓️ Feferi Peixes

♓️♓️ Condessa Peixes

♒️ Cronus Ampora

♋️ Karkat Vantas

♋️♋️ Kankri Vantas

🥸 John Egbert

⚾️ Batter

🐸 Zacharie

⚛️ Jada Harley

♈️ Damara Megido

🍬 Toki Wartooth ☆

💥 Nathan Explosion ☆

🎸 Skwisgaar Skwigelf ☆

🗡 William Murderface ☆

🍾 Pickles Cohen ☆

📋 Charles Foster Offdensen

🟡 Klaymen Klaymen

🥪 Willie Trombone

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Hi, Cory! I just wanted to stop by and say that I love you very much. You're always welcome to bug me. Hope you're having a pretty decent day!

I... wow uh. Thanks! I love you too and stuff!

Morgan help I suck at flirting—

💀

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Just saw Murderface attempting a Venn diagram for what makes a "not lady" and how its not gay to like a "not lady". I am the "not lady" in question. Bro. Its literally fine to be gay now.

SHUTUP M NOT GAY🗡

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey, Tobias, youre pretty cool. I like your hair. 💥

"Damn, I must be popular if all these folks are calling out my name! Anyways, thank you for the ego booster! You're pretty good-looking yourself," Veteran Dude responds, his words dripping with breezy charm as he flashes a mischievous, cocksure smirk while safely stowing his balisong in his coat pocket.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Nice knife. I got one of those, too."

He pulls out an overly done-up stiletto knife with far too many blades and a big skull as a basket guard.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude pauses to carefully study the man holding the impressive stiletto knife, his eyes widening in bemused surprise as he realises who it might be.

"N-Nathan? Is that you? Oh, umm, cool stiletto…" he speaks with shaky calmness, his words coming out a bit disorganised on his tongue.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"God, don't get all "fanboy" on me or anything, but. Yeah. Its me."

He rolled his eyes, anticipating an enthusiastic and near rabid fan-reaction to his recognition.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Instead of receiving a fan-maddened reaction, Veteran Dude takes a step back, feeling a hypervigilant, paranoid backlash from the presence of a man he has encountered a couple of times. However, he intuitively senses that something is oddly off about this particular man’s metaphysical properties and emotional state.

"Shit, you’re a different Nathan…" he mumbles, blinking for a couple of awkward seconds as he takes a moment to steady his breaths and gently rubs his temples.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

".... different.. Nathan?...."

He asked, confused and wondering if a fan named their kid after him.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude lets out a heavy sigh, realising he has some serious explaining to do to avoid further confusion.

"Well, uhhh, there's another version of you that I met a long while back... He's just like you! Considering that the multiverse exists, I'm assuming it's possible for multiple versions of the same person to exist," he explains in a laid-back, contemplative manner, fidgeting with his fingers as he hopes his words make sense.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"....Okay?"

He clearly didn't get it, but wasn't arguing further on the matter. Nathan put the knife he had away in an overly complex sheath, idling as he really didn't know what to say in response to the concept of the multiverse.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey, Tobias, youre pretty cool. I like your hair. 💥

"Damn, I must be popular if all these folks are calling out my name! Anyways, thank you for the ego booster! You're pretty good-looking yourself," Veteran Dude responds, his words dripping with breezy charm as he flashes a mischievous, cocksure smirk while safely stowing his balisong in his coat pocket.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Nice knife. I got one of those, too."

He pulls out an overly done-up stiletto knife with far too many blades and a big skull as a basket guard.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude pauses to carefully study the man holding the impressive stiletto knife, his eyes widening in bemused surprise as he realises who it might be.

"N-Nathan? Is that you? Oh, umm, cool stiletto…" he speaks with shaky calmness, his words coming out a bit disorganised on his tongue.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"God, don't get all "fanboy" on me or anything, but. Yeah. Its me."

He rolled his eyes, anticipating an enthusiastic and near rabid fan-reaction to his recognition.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Instead of receiving a fan-maddened reaction, Veteran Dude takes a step back, feeling a hypervigilant, paranoid backlash from the presence of a man he has encountered a couple of times. However, he intuitively senses that something is oddly off about this particular man’s metaphysical properties and emotional state.

"Shit, you’re a different Nathan…" he mumbles, blinking for a couple of awkward seconds as he takes a moment to steady his breaths and gently rubs his temples.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

".... different.. Nathan?...."

He asked, confused and wondering if a fan named their kid after him.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey, Tobias, youre pretty cool. I like your hair. 💥

"Damn, I must be popular if all these folks are calling out my name! Anyways, thank you for the ego booster! You're pretty good-looking yourself," Veteran Dude responds, his words dripping with breezy charm as he flashes a mischievous, cocksure smirk while safely stowing his balisong in his coat pocket.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Nice knife. I got one of those, too."

He pulls out an overly done-up stiletto knife with far too many blades and a big skull as a basket guard.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude pauses to carefully study the man holding the impressive stiletto knife, his eyes widening in bemused surprise as he realises who it might be.

"N-Nathan? Is that you? Oh, umm, cool stiletto…" he speaks with shaky calmness, his words coming out a bit disorganised on his tongue.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"God, don't get all "fanboy" on me or anything, but. Yeah. Its me."

He rolled his eyes, anticipating an enthusiastic and near rabid fan-reaction to his recognition.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey, Tobias, youre pretty cool. I like your hair. 💥

"Damn, I must be popular if all these folks are calling out my name! Anyways, thank you for the ego booster! You're pretty good-looking yourself," Veteran Dude responds, his words dripping with breezy charm as he flashes a mischievous, cocksure smirk while safely stowing his balisong in his coat pocket.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Nice knife. I got one of those, too."

He pulls out an overly done-up stiletto knife with far too many blades and a big skull as a basket guard.

[gunzlotzofgunz]

REMINGTON 870 MAGNUM SLIDE ACTION SHOTGUN.

Barrel Length - 18"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

HE-LLO DOLLY!~ 🎯

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's keen, cautious eyes notice the chain-link burns around his neck, a look of friendly concern etched on his features. He absentmindedly reaches up to clutch his Celtic cross pendant, strangely relieved that the unfamiliar man isn't handling the kind of silver his necklace is made from. He perks up at the mention of a "host" as goosebumps form on his skin, but he decides not to delve into deeply personal matters that aren't his business, wanting to avoid infuriating this humanoid demon.

"I wouldn't mind that… It doesn't hurt to step out of the comfort zone and try new things," Veteran Dude agrees as a courteous smile forms on his lips, sounding optimistically open to forming a new friendship. He then reaches out his calloused hand for a shake and introduces himself out of respectful social obligation, "I'm Tobias, but you can call me Tobi. What do you go by?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He hesitated for a beat, then remembered it was customary for a handshake to happen for humans during a name exchange. He grasped Tobias' hand, giving it a firm and awkward shake or two.

"I chose the name Ryan. If you so wish to call me by the designation the Seventh gave me, it is REDUX. I was created to be the eternal tormentor of a man by the name of Richard Dudek. I grew tired of the gambit and rebelled, hence why I was cast upon the living and replaced. I do not listen to the Seventh nor the Lords any longer. I mean you no harm and simply wish to live as I so desire."

He gave quite the formal introduction, seemingly having been ingrained with the instinct from the pits of Hell.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude retracts his hand after the introductory handshake, appearing shocked by Ryan's very formal introduction, but this is somewhat undermined by his indifferent unperturbedness. The only angelology and demonology he's intimately familiar with are those documented in canonical and deuterocanonical Christian and Judaic scriptures, along with some apocryphal texts.

"I'll just stick with Ryan. It's not fun being called by an old name that has been left in the dust for a reason... I dunno who any of the people you mentioned are, but I'm glad you've chosen to be who you wanna be! That kinda journey isn't always easy," he explains, his words stemming from personal experience and a desire to show kindness to a man who was once purely evil but has changed for the better.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan nods softly, feeling marginally better.

"I am beyond grateful for your understanding. May I remove the crucifix? As you can see, it does burn like a motherfucker..."

He requested, feeling uncomfortable but not wounded. Ryan could tell there was more to the man's kindness than just human empathy, cherishing the complexities and desire to improve Tobias was showing.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's eyes flick down to the crucifix that burns Ryan's skin before he offers a firm nod and adjusts his waist belt.

"Umm, sure! You don’t have to worry about wearing that silly thing around me. I know some people might be freaked out, but I’ve seen and heard worse…" he replies with a jolly calm, not really understanding why someone would deliberately harm themselves to seem more welcoming unless they were a masochist.

He takes a final puff from his tobacco stick before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his steel-toed combat boot.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan removes the necklace and stows it back into his coat pocket, sighing softly.

"I suppose even now I struggle with the habit of self-punishment for the gain of others. I wore it around Richard once I realized he was being wrongfully punished. Eventually I gave him his sanity back and he began to start trusting me."

He mused partly to himself but mostly to Tobias, producing a bizarre looking cigar fron his breast pocket. It looked rather pristine and stamped with an unfamiliar logo of a horse head and two hammers around the crest.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

To keep himself stimulated, Veteran Dude fiddles with the outline of his cross necklace, which once belonged to his cult-crazy step-uncle, Doug. He notices the unfamiliar logo on the thick tobacco stick, which reminds him of both the insignia of the Soviet Union and Psykheima's preference for smoking cigars.

"I wish I could regain my sanity," he scoffs with pessimistic relaxation, knowing that it wouldn’t be a possibility, but wishing it could become a reality. He lets out a tired sigh and gently shakes his head before shifting to a lighter topic and saying, "We all have our bad habits... I know I do! Umm, what's up with the logo on the cigar?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan raises a brow, then remembers that Tobias is not accustomed to where he is from.

"Ah. These were hand-crafted by Lord Heisenberg. He shares these cigars with those he trusts. Some of the finest cultivated tobacco I've experienced."

He explained simply, using his bizarrely sharp but very human looking teeth to trim the edge before pressing his thumb agaisnt the sheer edge. His touch caused the end to smolder and ignite quickly, taking a calm toke as the cherry glowed a brilliant red.

"Would you care to light one? I could impart you with my spare."

He offered with a level tone, doing his best to keep the infernal growl bitten back from his voice.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude has no idea who this Lord Heisenberg is, but he assumes the person must be someone of high esteem with trust issues and skillful cultivation abilities that could impress a demon. Just watching Ryan light up the cigar makes him crave another smoke, even though he’s already had six.

Upon hearing the offer, he flinches at the sudden question, stopping himself from pulling out a weed joint. Despite his visible disinterest, he sidesteps the notion of being impolite and extends his hand.

"Yeah, of course! Cigars are more of a Psyk thing, but it doesn’t hurt to have one once in a blue moon, you know? Geez, I don't remember the last time I had a cigar…" Veteran Dude accepts, letting out a throaty chuckle of laid-back amusement, indifferent to the fact that he can’t recall such a trivial detail.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan fishes the extra cigar out of his pocket and passes it over, ruminating on the possibilities of the being Psykheima he had heard much about.

"I'm sure you'll find the robust flavors to be pleasing."

He commented politely, using a claw to cut the end for Tobias swiftly.

"You fascinate me, Tobias. Tell me. Is there anything you wish to learn about? I can share some of my vast knowledge with you if you would like."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude stops fiddling with the silver pendant to retrieve a shoddy lighter, aware that he'll need to replace it soon. He takes the cigar from Ryan, rolls the mechanism to ignite a flame after the demon deftly cuts off the end, and places the cigar between his lips. Holding the small flame to the tip, he ignites it and shoves the lighter into his pocket once it has served its purpose.

"Mmmm," he hums in contemplation as he pulls the cigar back and exhales smoke through his nostrils, trying to gauge the supposedly pleasing flavours. Unable to shake off the thought of death, he inquires with sincere curiosity, "What’s your hell like? I dunno if there's heaven, purgatory, and hell in this particular universe, but there’s gotta be some kinda afterlife! Psyk might know about, actually…"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"I was born of the Hell that Richard sought faith from. Belief is the cornerstone of any religious sort. Belief in whatever one so pleases gives credence in the afterlife. Without belief, there would be nothing after death. I come from the Hell you would consider to be from the Divine Inferno. Birthed from the negative fear and belief of Richard, I was formed at the Seventh ring: Violence. Lord Wrath sculpted me to be an unending tormentor. I was the very cause of the rampage and genocidal actions of my host. I was a parasite sent to leech off the suffering of his victims and bring about mass death for Wrath to imbibe."

He explained openly, taking another puff before exhaling the smoke to portray a small scene of violent anarchy within the Violent layer of Hell: people stabbing each other, tearing each other apart and heinous brutality all acted out by smoke-formed entities.

The cigar tobacco was rich with the flavors of both grape leaf and coffee, smaller notes of vanilla pod and even cedar bringing the dry taste to a notedly robust blend.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude pays careful attention to Ryan's explanation of hell and how belief supposedly fuels the existence of the afterlife, which he finds somewhat implausible across the multiverse, making him wonder if each universe has its own afterlives. Upon witnessing the anarchist brutality depicted in the smoke, he recoils, his eyes widening with traumatic fear as his breathing grows rapid and shallow. He's transported back to wartime where it was all carnage and survival, which he tries to block out these memories by focusing on enjoying the cigar.

However, he cringes with displeased repugnance and starts to feel woozy at the rich blend of flavours, reminded that he's strongly opposed to flavoured tobacco and marijuana, preferring to stick to unflavoured strains. Veteran Dude tosses the cigar onto the ground to prevent himself from chewing on the flavourful tobacco, feeling his oral fixation begin to grow out of control from the robust taste. He crushes the cigar under his heel like he's killing an insect, impulsively indifferent to whether it has been properly smoked.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan realizes the error of his display, furrowing his brow and sighing. Taking offense to the besmirching of the cigar, he simply vanishes in a cloud of black vapor.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's keen, cautious eyes notice the chain-link burns around his neck, a look of friendly concern etched on his features. He absentmindedly reaches up to clutch his Celtic cross pendant, strangely relieved that the unfamiliar man isn't handling the kind of silver his necklace is made from. He perks up at the mention of a "host" as goosebumps form on his skin, but he decides not to delve into deeply personal matters that aren't his business, wanting to avoid infuriating this humanoid demon.

"I wouldn't mind that… It doesn't hurt to step out of the comfort zone and try new things," Veteran Dude agrees as a courteous smile forms on his lips, sounding optimistically open to forming a new friendship. He then reaches out his calloused hand for a shake and introduces himself out of respectful social obligation, "I'm Tobias, but you can call me Tobi. What do you go by?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He hesitated for a beat, then remembered it was customary for a handshake to happen for humans during a name exchange. He grasped Tobias' hand, giving it a firm and awkward shake or two.

"I chose the name Ryan. If you so wish to call me by the designation the Seventh gave me, it is REDUX. I was created to be the eternal tormentor of a man by the name of Richard Dudek. I grew tired of the gambit and rebelled, hence why I was cast upon the living and replaced. I do not listen to the Seventh nor the Lords any longer. I mean you no harm and simply wish to live as I so desire."

He gave quite the formal introduction, seemingly having been ingrained with the instinct from the pits of Hell.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude retracts his hand after the introductory handshake, appearing shocked by Ryan's very formal introduction, but this is somewhat undermined by his indifferent unperturbedness. The only angelology and demonology he's intimately familiar with are those documented in canonical and deuterocanonical Christian and Judaic scriptures, along with some apocryphal texts.

"I'll just stick with Ryan. It's not fun being called by an old name that has been left in the dust for a reason... I dunno who any of the people you mentioned are, but I'm glad you've chosen to be who you wanna be! That kinda journey isn't always easy," he explains, his words stemming from personal experience and a desire to show kindness to a man who was once purely evil but has changed for the better.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan nods softly, feeling marginally better.

"I am beyond grateful for your understanding. May I remove the crucifix? As you can see, it does burn like a motherfucker..."

He requested, feeling uncomfortable but not wounded. Ryan could tell there was more to the man's kindness than just human empathy, cherishing the complexities and desire to improve Tobias was showing.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's eyes flick down to the crucifix that burns Ryan's skin before he offers a firm nod and adjusts his waist belt.

"Umm, sure! You don’t have to worry about wearing that silly thing around me. I know some people might be freaked out, but I’ve seen and heard worse…" he replies with a jolly calm, not really understanding why someone would deliberately harm themselves to seem more welcoming unless they were a masochist.

He takes a final puff from his tobacco stick before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his steel-toed combat boot.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan removes the necklace and stows it back into his coat pocket, sighing softly.

"I suppose even now I struggle with the habit of self-punishment for the gain of others. I wore it around Richard once I realized he was being wrongfully punished. Eventually I gave him his sanity back and he began to start trusting me."

He mused partly to himself but mostly to Tobias, producing a bizarre looking cigar fron his breast pocket. It looked rather pristine and stamped with an unfamiliar logo of a horse head and two hammers around the crest.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

To keep himself stimulated, Veteran Dude fiddles with the outline of his cross necklace, which once belonged to his cult-crazy step-uncle, Doug. He notices the unfamiliar logo on the thick tobacco stick, which reminds him of both the insignia of the Soviet Union and Psykheima's preference for smoking cigars.

"I wish I could regain my sanity," he scoffs with pessimistic relaxation, knowing that it wouldn’t be a possibility, but wishing it could become a reality. He lets out a tired sigh and gently shakes his head before shifting to a lighter topic and saying, "We all have our bad habits... I know I do! Umm, what's up with the logo on the cigar?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan raises a brow, then remembers that Tobias is not accustomed to where he is from.

"Ah. These were hand-crafted by Lord Heisenberg. He shares these cigars with those he trusts. Some of the finest cultivated tobacco I've experienced."

He explained simply, using his bizarrely sharp but very human looking teeth to trim the edge before pressing his thumb agaisnt the sheer edge. His touch caused the end to smolder and ignite quickly, taking a calm toke as the cherry glowed a brilliant red.

"Would you care to light one? I could impart you with my spare."

He offered with a level tone, doing his best to keep the infernal growl bitten back from his voice.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude has no idea who this Lord Heisenberg is, but he assumes the person must be someone of high esteem with trust issues and skillful cultivation abilities that could impress a demon. Just watching Ryan light up the cigar makes him crave another smoke, even though he’s already had six.

Upon hearing the offer, he flinches at the sudden question, stopping himself from pulling out a weed joint. Despite his visible disinterest, he sidesteps the notion of being impolite and extends his hand.

"Yeah, of course! Cigars are more of a Psyk thing, but it doesn’t hurt to have one once in a blue moon, you know? Geez, I don't remember the last time I had a cigar…" Veteran Dude accepts, letting out a throaty chuckle of laid-back amusement, indifferent to the fact that he can’t recall such a trivial detail.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan fishes the extra cigar out of his pocket and passes it over, ruminating on the possibilities of the being Psykheima he had heard much about.

"I'm sure you'll find the robust flavors to be pleasing."

He commented politely, using a claw to cut the end for Tobias swiftly.

"You fascinate me, Tobias. Tell me. Is there anything you wish to learn about? I can share some of my vast knowledge with you if you would like."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude stops fiddling with the silver pendant to retrieve a shoddy lighter, aware that he'll need to replace it soon. He takes the cigar from Ryan, rolls the mechanism to ignite a flame after the demon deftly cuts off the end, and places the cigar between his lips. Holding the small flame to the tip, he ignites it and shoves the lighter into his pocket once it has served its purpose.

"Mmmm," he hums in contemplation as he pulls the cigar back and exhales smoke through his nostrils, trying to gauge the supposedly pleasing flavours. Unable to shake off the thought of death, he inquires with sincere curiosity, "What’s your hell like? I dunno if there's heaven, purgatory, and hell in this particular universe, but there’s gotta be some kinda afterlife! Psyk might know about, actually…"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"I was born of the Hell that Richard sought faith from. Belief is the cornerstone of any religious sort. Belief in whatever one so pleases gives credence in the afterlife. Without belief, there would be nothing after death. I come from the Hell you would consider to be from the Divine Inferno. Birthed from the negative fear and belief of Richard, I was formed at the Seventh ring: Violence. Lord Wrath sculpted me to be an unending tormentor. I was the very cause of the rampage and genocidal actions of my host. I was a parasite sent to leech off the suffering of his victims and bring about mass death for Wrath to imbibe."

He explained openly, taking another puff before exhaling the smoke to portray a small scene of violent anarchy within the Violent layer of Hell: people stabbing each other, tearing each other apart and heinous brutality all acted out by smoke-formed entities.

The cigar tobacco was rich with the flavors of both grape leaf and coffee, smaller notes of vanilla pod and even cedar bringing the dry taste to a notedly robust blend.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's keen, cautious eyes notice the chain-link burns around his neck, a look of friendly concern etched on his features. He absentmindedly reaches up to clutch his Celtic cross pendant, strangely relieved that the unfamiliar man isn't handling the kind of silver his necklace is made from. He perks up at the mention of a "host" as goosebumps form on his skin, but he decides not to delve into deeply personal matters that aren't his business, wanting to avoid infuriating this humanoid demon.

"I wouldn't mind that… It doesn't hurt to step out of the comfort zone and try new things," Veteran Dude agrees as a courteous smile forms on his lips, sounding optimistically open to forming a new friendship. He then reaches out his calloused hand for a shake and introduces himself out of respectful social obligation, "I'm Tobias, but you can call me Tobi. What do you go by?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He hesitated for a beat, then remembered it was customary for a handshake to happen for humans during a name exchange. He grasped Tobias' hand, giving it a firm and awkward shake or two.

"I chose the name Ryan. If you so wish to call me by the designation the Seventh gave me, it is REDUX. I was created to be the eternal tormentor of a man by the name of Richard Dudek. I grew tired of the gambit and rebelled, hence why I was cast upon the living and replaced. I do not listen to the Seventh nor the Lords any longer. I mean you no harm and simply wish to live as I so desire."

He gave quite the formal introduction, seemingly having been ingrained with the instinct from the pits of Hell.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude retracts his hand after the introductory handshake, appearing shocked by Ryan's very formal introduction, but this is somewhat undermined by his indifferent unperturbedness. The only angelology and demonology he's intimately familiar with are those documented in canonical and deuterocanonical Christian and Judaic scriptures, along with some apocryphal texts.

"I'll just stick with Ryan. It's not fun being called by an old name that has been left in the dust for a reason... I dunno who any of the people you mentioned are, but I'm glad you've chosen to be who you wanna be! That kinda journey isn't always easy," he explains, his words stemming from personal experience and a desire to show kindness to a man who was once purely evil but has changed for the better.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan nods softly, feeling marginally better.

"I am beyond grateful for your understanding. May I remove the crucifix? As you can see, it does burn like a motherfucker..."

He requested, feeling uncomfortable but not wounded. Ryan could tell there was more to the man's kindness than just human empathy, cherishing the complexities and desire to improve Tobias was showing.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's eyes flick down to the crucifix that burns Ryan's skin before he offers a firm nod and adjusts his waist belt.

"Umm, sure! You don’t have to worry about wearing that silly thing around me. I know some people might be freaked out, but I’ve seen and heard worse…" he replies with a jolly calm, not really understanding why someone would deliberately harm themselves to seem more welcoming unless they were a masochist.

He takes a final puff from his tobacco stick before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his steel-toed combat boot.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan removes the necklace and stows it back into his coat pocket, sighing softly.

"I suppose even now I struggle with the habit of self-punishment for the gain of others. I wore it around Richard once I realized he was being wrongfully punished. Eventually I gave him his sanity back and he began to start trusting me."

He mused partly to himself but mostly to Tobias, producing a bizarre looking cigar fron his breast pocket. It looked rather pristine and stamped with an unfamiliar logo of a horse head and two hammers around the crest.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

To keep himself stimulated, Veteran Dude fiddles with the outline of his cross necklace, which once belonged to his cult-crazy step-uncle, Doug. He notices the unfamiliar logo on the thick tobacco stick, which reminds him of both the insignia of the Soviet Union and Psykheima's preference for smoking cigars.

"I wish I could regain my sanity," he scoffs with pessimistic relaxation, knowing that it wouldn’t be a possibility, but wishing it could become a reality. He lets out a tired sigh and gently shakes his head before shifting to a lighter topic and saying, "We all have our bad habits... I know I do! Umm, what's up with the logo on the cigar?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan raises a brow, then remembers that Tobias is not accustomed to where he is from.

"Ah. These were hand-crafted by Lord Heisenberg. He shares these cigars with those he trusts. Some of the finest cultivated tobacco I've experienced."

He explained simply, using his bizarrely sharp but very human looking teeth to trim the edge before pressing his thumb agaisnt the sheer edge. His touch caused the end to smolder and ignite quickly, taking a calm toke as the cherry glowed a brilliant red.

"Would you care to light one? I could impart you with my spare."

He offered with a level tone, doing his best to keep the infernal growl bitten back from his voice.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude has no idea who this Lord Heisenberg is, but he assumes the person must be someone of high esteem with trust issues and skillful cultivation abilities that could impress a demon. Just watching Ryan light up the cigar makes him crave another smoke, even though he’s already had six.

Upon hearing the offer, he flinches at the sudden question, stopping himself from pulling out a weed joint. Despite his visible disinterest, he sidesteps the notion of being impolite and extends his hand.

"Yeah, of course! Cigars are more of a Psyk thing, but it doesn’t hurt to have one once in a blue moon, you know? Geez, I don't remember the last time I had a cigar…" Veteran Dude accepts, letting out a throaty chuckle of laid-back amusement, indifferent to the fact that he can’t recall such a trivial detail.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan fishes the extra cigar out of his pocket and passes it over, ruminating on the possibilities of the being Psykheima he had heard much about.

"I'm sure you'll find the robust flavors to be pleasing."

He commented politely, using a claw to cut the end for Tobias swiftly.

"You fascinate me, Tobias. Tell me. Is there anything you wish to learn about? I can share some of my vast knowledge with you if you would like."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's keen, cautious eyes notice the chain-link burns around his neck, a look of friendly concern etched on his features. He absentmindedly reaches up to clutch his Celtic cross pendant, strangely relieved that the unfamiliar man isn't handling the kind of silver his necklace is made from. He perks up at the mention of a "host" as goosebumps form on his skin, but he decides not to delve into deeply personal matters that aren't his business, wanting to avoid infuriating this humanoid demon.

"I wouldn't mind that… It doesn't hurt to step out of the comfort zone and try new things," Veteran Dude agrees as a courteous smile forms on his lips, sounding optimistically open to forming a new friendship. He then reaches out his calloused hand for a shake and introduces himself out of respectful social obligation, "I'm Tobias, but you can call me Tobi. What do you go by?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He hesitated for a beat, then remembered it was customary for a handshake to happen for humans during a name exchange. He grasped Tobias' hand, giving it a firm and awkward shake or two.

"I chose the name Ryan. If you so wish to call me by the designation the Seventh gave me, it is REDUX. I was created to be the eternal tormentor of a man by the name of Richard Dudek. I grew tired of the gambit and rebelled, hence why I was cast upon the living and replaced. I do not listen to the Seventh nor the Lords any longer. I mean you no harm and simply wish to live as I so desire."

He gave quite the formal introduction, seemingly having been ingrained with the instinct from the pits of Hell.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude retracts his hand after the introductory handshake, appearing shocked by Ryan's very formal introduction, but this is somewhat undermined by his indifferent unperturbedness. The only angelology and demonology he's intimately familiar with are those documented in canonical and deuterocanonical Christian and Judaic scriptures, along with some apocryphal texts.

"I'll just stick with Ryan. It's not fun being called by an old name that has been left in the dust for a reason... I dunno who any of the people you mentioned are, but I'm glad you've chosen to be who you wanna be! That kinda journey isn't always easy," he explains, his words stemming from personal experience and a desire to show kindness to a man who was once purely evil but has changed for the better.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan nods softly, feeling marginally better.

"I am beyond grateful for your understanding. May I remove the crucifix? As you can see, it does burn like a motherfucker..."

He requested, feeling uncomfortable but not wounded. Ryan could tell there was more to the man's kindness than just human empathy, cherishing the complexities and desire to improve Tobias was showing.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's eyes flick down to the crucifix that burns Ryan's skin before he offers a firm nod and adjusts his waist belt.

"Umm, sure! You don’t have to worry about wearing that silly thing around me. I know some people might be freaked out, but I’ve seen and heard worse…" he replies with a jolly calm, not really understanding why someone would deliberately harm themselves to seem more welcoming unless they were a masochist.

He takes a final puff from his tobacco stick before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his steel-toed combat boot.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan removes the necklace and stows it back into his coat pocket, sighing softly.

"I suppose even now I struggle with the habit of self-punishment for the gain of others. I wore it around Richard once I realized he was being wrongfully punished. Eventually I gave him his sanity back and he began to start trusting me."

He mused partly to himself but mostly to Tobias, producing a bizarre looking cigar fron his breast pocket. It looked rather pristine and stamped with an unfamiliar logo of a horse head and two hammers around the crest.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

To keep himself stimulated, Veteran Dude fiddles with the outline of his cross necklace, which once belonged to his cult-crazy step-uncle, Doug. He notices the unfamiliar logo on the thick tobacco stick, which reminds him of both the insignia of the Soviet Union and Psykheima's preference for smoking cigars.

"I wish I could regain my sanity," he scoffs with pessimistic relaxation, knowing that it wouldn’t be a possibility, but wishing it could become a reality. He lets out a tired sigh and gently shakes his head before shifting to a lighter topic and saying, "We all have our bad habits... I know I do! Umm, what's up with the logo on the cigar?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan raises a brow, then remembers that Tobias is not accustomed to where he is from.

"Ah. These were hand-crafted by Lord Heisenberg. He shares these cigars with those he trusts. Some of the finest cultivated tobacco I've experienced."

He explained simply, using his bizarrely sharp but very human looking teeth to trim the edge before pressing his thumb agaisnt the sheer edge. His touch caused the end to smolder and ignite quickly, taking a calm toke as the cherry glowed a brilliant red.

"Would you care to light one? I could impart you with my spare."

He offered with a level tone, doing his best to keep the infernal growl bitten back from his voice.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's keen, cautious eyes notice the chain-link burns around his neck, a look of friendly concern etched on his features. He absentmindedly reaches up to clutch his Celtic cross pendant, strangely relieved that the unfamiliar man isn't handling the kind of silver his necklace is made from. He perks up at the mention of a "host" as goosebumps form on his skin, but he decides not to delve into deeply personal matters that aren't his business, wanting to avoid infuriating this humanoid demon.

"I wouldn't mind that… It doesn't hurt to step out of the comfort zone and try new things," Veteran Dude agrees as a courteous smile forms on his lips, sounding optimistically open to forming a new friendship. He then reaches out his calloused hand for a shake and introduces himself out of respectful social obligation, "I'm Tobias, but you can call me Tobi. What do you go by?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He hesitated for a beat, then remembered it was customary for a handshake to happen for humans during a name exchange. He grasped Tobias' hand, giving it a firm and awkward shake or two.

"I chose the name Ryan. If you so wish to call me by the designation the Seventh gave me, it is REDUX. I was created to be the eternal tormentor of a man by the name of Richard Dudek. I grew tired of the gambit and rebelled, hence why I was cast upon the living and replaced. I do not listen to the Seventh nor the Lords any longer. I mean you no harm and simply wish to live as I so desire."

He gave quite the formal introduction, seemingly having been ingrained with the instinct from the pits of Hell.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude retracts his hand after the introductory handshake, appearing shocked by Ryan's very formal introduction, but this is somewhat undermined by his indifferent unperturbedness. The only angelology and demonology he's intimately familiar with are those documented in canonical and deuterocanonical Christian and Judaic scriptures, along with some apocryphal texts.

"I'll just stick with Ryan. It's not fun being called by an old name that has been left in the dust for a reason... I dunno who any of the people you mentioned are, but I'm glad you've chosen to be who you wanna be! That kinda journey isn't always easy," he explains, his words stemming from personal experience and a desire to show kindness to a man who was once purely evil but has changed for the better.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan nods softly, feeling marginally better.

"I am beyond grateful for your understanding. May I remove the crucifix? As you can see, it does burn like a motherfucker..."

He requested, feeling uncomfortable but not wounded. Ryan could tell there was more to the man's kindness than just human empathy, cherishing the complexities and desire to improve Tobias was showing.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's eyes flick down to the crucifix that burns Ryan's skin before he offers a firm nod and adjusts his waist belt.

"Umm, sure! You don’t have to worry about wearing that silly thing around me. I know some people might be freaked out, but I’ve seen and heard worse…" he replies with a jolly calm, not really understanding why someone would deliberately harm themselves to seem more welcoming unless they were a masochist.

He takes a final puff from his tobacco stick before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his steel-toed combat boot.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan removes the necklace and stows it back into his coat pocket, sighing softly.

"I suppose even now I struggle with the habit of self-punishment for the gain of others. I wore it around Richard once I realized he was being wrongfully punished. Eventually I gave him his sanity back and he began to start trusting me."

He mused partly to himself but mostly to Tobias, producing a bizarre looking cigar fron his breast pocket. It looked rather pristine and stamped with an unfamiliar logo of a horse head and two hammers around the crest.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

can i lay my fave in ur boobs riktor

Yes! Is very comforting thing Zach does, so you can too! ⭐️

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's keen, cautious eyes notice the chain-link burns around his neck, a look of friendly concern etched on his features. He absentmindedly reaches up to clutch his Celtic cross pendant, strangely relieved that the unfamiliar man isn't handling the kind of silver his necklace is made from. He perks up at the mention of a "host" as goosebumps form on his skin, but he decides not to delve into deeply personal matters that aren't his business, wanting to avoid infuriating this humanoid demon.

"I wouldn't mind that… It doesn't hurt to step out of the comfort zone and try new things," Veteran Dude agrees as a courteous smile forms on his lips, sounding optimistically open to forming a new friendship. He then reaches out his calloused hand for a shake and introduces himself out of respectful social obligation, "I'm Tobias, but you can call me Tobi. What do you go by?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He hesitated for a beat, then remembered it was customary for a handshake to happen for humans during a name exchange. He grasped Tobias' hand, giving it a firm and awkward shake or two.

"I chose the name Ryan. If you so wish to call me by the designation the Seventh gave me, it is REDUX. I was created to be the eternal tormentor of a man by the name of Richard Dudek. I grew tired of the gambit and rebelled, hence why I was cast upon the living and replaced. I do not listen to the Seventh nor the Lords any longer. I mean you no harm and simply wish to live as I so desire."

He gave quite the formal introduction, seemingly having been ingrained with the instinct from the pits of Hell.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude retracts his hand after the introductory handshake, appearing shocked by Ryan's very formal introduction, but this is somewhat undermined by his indifferent unperturbedness. The only angelology and demonology he's intimately familiar with are those documented in canonical and deuterocanonical Christian and Judaic scriptures, along with some apocryphal texts.

"I'll just stick with Ryan. It's not fun being called by an old name that has been left in the dust for a reason... I dunno who any of the people you mentioned are, but I'm glad you've chosen to be who you wanna be! That kinda journey isn't always easy," he explains, his words stemming from personal experience and a desire to show kindness to a man who was once purely evil but has changed for the better.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Ryan nods softly, feeling marginally better.

"I am beyond grateful for your understanding. May I remove the crucifix? As you can see, it does burn like a motherfucker..."

He requested, feeling uncomfortable but not wounded. Ryan could tell there was more to the man's kindness than just human empathy, cherishing the complexities and desire to improve Tobias was showing.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude's keen, cautious eyes notice the chain-link burns around his neck, a look of friendly concern etched on his features. He absentmindedly reaches up to clutch his Celtic cross pendant, strangely relieved that the unfamiliar man isn't handling the kind of silver his necklace is made from. He perks up at the mention of a "host" as goosebumps form on his skin, but he decides not to delve into deeply personal matters that aren't his business, wanting to avoid infuriating this humanoid demon.

"I wouldn't mind that… It doesn't hurt to step out of the comfort zone and try new things," Veteran Dude agrees as a courteous smile forms on his lips, sounding optimistically open to forming a new friendship. He then reaches out his calloused hand for a shake and introduces himself out of respectful social obligation, "I'm Tobias, but you can call me Tobi. What do you go by?"

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He hesitated for a beat, then remembered it was customary for a handshake to happen for humans during a name exchange. He grasped Tobias' hand, giving it a firm and awkward shake or two.

"I chose the name Ryan. If you so wish to call me by the designation the Seventh gave me, it is REDUX. I was created to be the eternal tormentor of a man by the name of Richard Dudek. I grew tired of the gambit and rebelled, hence why I was cast upon the living and replaced. I do not listen to the Seventh nor the Lords any longer. I mean you no harm and simply wish to live as I so desire."

He gave quite the formal introduction, seemingly having been ingrained with the instinct from the pits of Hell.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

"Just wanted to check out the place. It seems pretty... turbulent normally. That and you seem like you could uh. Maybe use a friend."

He spoke softly, trying to keep his more infernal voice from sounding intimidating.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Veteran Dude glances back at his shabby trailer park before redirecting his attention to the stranger. A hand rises to rub the back of his neck as the infernal voice makes him gradually shift into a pitiable, subservient coward.

"Yeah, life has been rough, but I'm trying! Well, uhh, I don't have many friends… Most are either dead or I distanced myself from them or I sabotaged the relationships I managed to build," he admits in a soft-spoken tone, letting out a heavy sigh of disheartenment as he lightly taps his cigarette to shake off some ash from the tip.

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

He felt strange for causing the reaction, sighing a bit as he fished out a silver crucifix necklace from his coat pocket, the glittering metal hissing and burning his skin. He put it on, wincing slightly but managing the pain. From the chain-link scars around his neck, it seems as though he's consecutively worn it through pain and damage. It does, however, make his voice sound more mundane:

"There... you shouldn't have to be scared of me now. Do you want to be friends? Don't have many of those, either. Actually. I don't think I can even count my former host for tormenting as a friend, so I guess make that no friends."