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@claw-clipped
Sorry... Miss Velvette is busy, at the moment; or you're just not that important.
Indie Roleplay blog for Velvette's assistant, Melissa, from Hazbin Hotel! ( Follows from @inverse-muses )
Experienced RPer (15 years) with a penchant for otherwise unremarkable background characters
R18+ ( Not likely to ERP, but just for safety's sake )
New to HH roleplay, but familiar with the show
Forever doomed to be stuck in iconless hell.
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🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could
As a purely knee-jerk reaction, the whole odd skin color thing and her general look was probably an unwelcome shock, but...
After being in hell for some time, now, and having a first-hand look at all the... possibilities that Hell had for her, she's actually pretty thankful for how she looks.
Probably the only thing she'd change is to make herself look more like her human self.
"Sometimes it's just the little things..."
@babydollbitxh
Velvette snaps her fingers at Melissa with a grin, loving the idea. "Yes! Ugh, I'm a genius.." a few taps and swipes reorganise the board and she lets out a pleased hum. Technically, since she owned Melissa's soul, she owned Melissa's ideas. Making her the genius.
"Valentino will be crazy for idea. Honestly, thanks babe," she slumps down on a beanbag, legs kicking over each other, paying little attention to the careless use of the nickname as she does her daily dose of liking and scrolling. Velvette gestures vaguely at one of the surrounding chairs and beanbags, taking a small sip of the coffee, a satisfied sigh escaping her as she examines the lipstick smudges on the paper cup.
Honestly, Melissa could have expected as much... Perhaps the one difference from this job in hell as opposed to the similar role she held in life was that people, here, didn't have much reason to dishonest about what they did. Would never have to worry about a knife in the back when people were all too happy to stab you from the front.
"Right..." Melissa nearly sighed; almost letting her mask slip; "That's certainly the reason why you're in charge."
The nickname seemed to go unnoticed by Melissa; too lost in the mood of her own disappointment after having her opinion so unceremoniously stolen from her. Perhaps, one day, she would just stop giving her opinions altogether... But, then, she may end up lost among the faces of the other workers. At the very least, her own creativity was keeping her useful and on top of the muck heap.
For now, she'd make herself a bit less useful and resign herself to nearly collapsing in a chair. Sitting, now, it really seemed like she couldn't hide the exhaustion in her body anymore. Her normally rigid posture slumped into the chair as she started to poke at her, now cooled, ramen with a pair of chopsticks. She was almost tired enough that even the thought of eating exhausted her...
Still... She'd pick up a bunch of noodles and eat away.
After some few moments of silence, Melissa would pause from her eating to check her phone. She had kept it on silent, for a while; trying to stay focused on her work. When she noticed she had a voicemail, she briefly put aside her ramen to hold her phone up to her ear to listen to it. If Velvette were interested, she might be able to just faintly pick it up...
Hello, Melissa. I'm calling you back regarding your insurance claim for your apartment after the recent disaster. Unfortunately, while our policy does cover damages from overlord disputes and angel exterminations... As these were damages caused by an angel outside of a scheduled extermination, we have made the decision to deny your claim--
"Tch..." Melissa clicked her tongue as she hung up the phone and set it back in her lap. Sure, she had pretty much expected this result. After all, after all that's happened, she was lucky she even got a call back at all and the company didn't just up and vanish... or conveniently have been destroyed in the battle.
Still... it wasn't exactly improving her situation, any.
headpats for you
"While I appreciate the sentiment... I'd like to not be touched by a stranger, thank you."
FLUSTER👏MY👏MUSE👏👏
Do everything in your power, hug them, compliment them, flirt with them. Anything goes!
send me ‘speak up!’ for the first three things my muse equates with yours!
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.
Velvette's head is tucked down, immersed in her phone, only raising when she needs to tap her phone to open the doors to her private office. This room was quaint - more girly than professional - baby pink hanging chairs, fairy lights, posters of herself and a few of those she chose to admire and collaborate. Tacked up by the mirror were Polaroids of herself and those she mixed with, most holding frames with the other Vees, a few with Verosika and other demon celebrities. A vanity sat perched in the corner, void of any makeup, instead her kindle and a few more personal touches were scattered over the surface, half finished paintings and pages of writing.
"Do you think it's time to take matcha off the trending board?" She asks Melissa boredly - oblivious to tye other girls wariness and awkward demeanor - looking at the digital board which contained her masterplan of new trends and chases. Her nails drum against the back of her phone case as her lips flatten. "I really feel like we should give pink coffee another shot.. I know it didn't do that great last time, but that's coz it was summer. Like which fuckass thinks hot coffee in hot weather is a great idea!?"
She fails to mention that 'fuckass' was her. Because Velvette doesn't make mistakes. The people she asks for advice to and they get ripped to shreds in her work office. She looks at Melissa expectantly, and when she doesn't get an answer she holds up two pictures on her phone, one of a pink coffee and the other of a white chocolate matcha, both her own pictures.
The state of the private office likely came as no surprise to Melissa. As Velvette's personal assistant, it was likely she's been here before to see to Velvette's needs and wants; and those of her guests. However, it certainly felt different, now... Less professional, to be sure. It almost was enough to make the room feel foreign anyway. After all, she never really had the chance to look around and take in what she saw because she never lingered long.
So distracted was she with the unfamiliarity of this scenario, she had to catch herself so as to not spill her ramen or drop her drink as Velvette seemed to suddenly stop to bring up this topic. Caught off guard, Melissa hesitated before having the two pictures practically shoved into her face.
"You're asking... me?" Melissa blinked, incredulous of the idea that Velvette would actually ask her for an opinion. Sure, she's gone and risked offering ideas quite often; always leaving them open for Velvette to take ample credit. However, to actually be solicited for her opinion...
"I... Well... I would think a peppermint white-mocha latte may fit better for this time of year; now that we're moving into Christmas... Especially if you want to maintain the similar color theme." Even still, she managed not to skip a beat in her reply anyway. However, before Velvette can question what happened to the pink coffee, Melissa would continue:
"I'm not sure if there's been enough time to cool down on Pink Coffee... Too soon may seem repetitive. Perhaps wait until February to coincide with Valentine's day...?"
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👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated?
Distant, mostly.
Melissa was born to an at least moderately wealthy family. As a middle child, while she never had to worry about much, she certainly wasn't the favorite. Her mother was a bit closer to her, but once her father realized that she wasn't going to be a lawyer or an executive or anything, he mostly kept his attention to his other children.
That being said, she doesn't really resent her dad at all. It's just that, nowadays, she rarely, if ever, thinks about him.
"Oh no."
HI! U ARE SO GORGEOUS! I love your hair and UGH that lashes are to DIE for <3
"Ah... thank you? I mean, I guess there's a reason I'm one of Velvette's top models..."
"Still... Isn't all that a little much? Ahaha..."
"Today, on thanksgiving... The breakroom has stocked a special flavor of cup ramen that is "thanksgiving turkey" flavor." Sluuuuuurp...
"... Happy thanksgiving, everyone."
Fuck, Marry, Kill? Vox, Valentino, Melissa.
WHAT THE FUCK?! You couldn't have like... Picked better people? Nah? Ok... Uh... Marry Melissa, shes basically my work wife right now anyways... Fuck Val, he's fine shit. And Kill Vox. Haha fuck you. Thats what you get fir putting me on the kill list last time.
@ask-vox-anythin @m0thpimp @claw-clipped
"Work... what, now?" Melissa had just walked in, just to deliver some new model files.
Melissa heard that. Of course, she wouldn't say anything to respond to it... but she did make a slightly disappointed pursing of her lips before carrying back on with her duties.
@v-babydoll
OH MY GODDDD don't be so DRAMATIC! You like working for me anyways. You wouldn't have it any other way...
"Yes, ma'am. Of course not." Velvette was, at least, somewhat right. At the very least, she wasn't working for Vox or Valentino.
Still, it didn't exactly get much out of Melissa but a dry response. Velvette was getting the assistant version of the silent treatment for a while.
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"... I... I don't..."
"What's this supposed to mean? Is this some sort of code...? Why are you just looking at me like that?"
For the little ask thingy:).
OOC: OMFG
No i am so dumb I completely forgooooot
Please send it back in and ignore my dumbness--
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"... I... I don't..."
"What's this supposed to mean? Is this some sort of code...? Why are you just looking at me like that?"
