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|| P R I D E || The Cardinal Sin ~ || @dinosaurgreasestain || ~
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Wasn't sure what he expected to happen! Fire shooting out of those dead eyes, lots of suddenly sharp teeth-- maybe Bongwater standing up on his back legs and saying, "Hey, personal space buddy!" He hadn't actually interacted with that many demons!! So he was ready for anything! But when nothing came... he slowly started to feel a little silly.
Hmm.
He relaxed and sat a little more normally in his chair. Letting one leg come down and leaning in further to squint at the thing.
Maybe Bongwater was actually like a crocodile; a master of patience and energy conservation who waited motionless in plain sight for its prey to haplessly fall into its--
bwaaaaaaaaaa
Oh.
He stared at his finger that was now engulfed in that seemingly harmless, toothless mouth, blinking a few times before he had the same visceral reaction that a person might have to finding a spider crawling on them.
"NOPE! NOPE! GIT OFFA ME YA WANKER!"
Despite how docile and silly he was, despite what Worth had said about his name being the king of all demon names and the modicum of respect that it had earned in Worth's book, poor sweet Bongwater was getting picked up and thrown across the room!!!! BYEeeee!!!!
It was probably a good thing that Bongwater did not have a single braincell to spare; not even when being forcibly thrust across the room and into the nearest wall. Or the floor. Or wherever he happened to land with a wet slap against the surface.
And then a slooow sink down onto the ground where he lay, blinking absently, one eye after the other.
Eventually, he would push himself back up to his stubby legs, beginning to trot right back towards Worth to settle next to him in a dog-like sit at his feet.
He's fine. No harm done, really.
Okay, well, DESPITE what he'd just literally fucking SAID, he did NOT appreciate a demon
NO MATTER HOW STRANGELY ADORABLE
just appearing at his feet out of nowhere. Had to restrain himself from kicking him!!!!! But of course he didn't kick poor Bongwater he just flinched really hard and pulled his feet up onto his chair.
... Until he realized that sweet sweet Bongwater was just sitting there. Thumpin his big old tail.
"Eh???"
He leaned over and reached a hand down, whole body still perched on his chair, to tentatively touch the demon's head.
Hello???
Bongwater was a slow creature, lumbering and lazy, his blank stare fixed upwards at the man with close to no reaction when that hand came down to touch him.
All he did was sit there, his slick, black flesh giving just a little under the press of fingers, but otherwise there was not much of a reaction.
It was only ten or so seconds after that that Bongwater's mouth began to slowly open, a low 'bwaaaaaaaa' escaping him before he gently shut his toothless mouth right on one of those fingers.
And did absolutely nothing with it. Just held it.
Wowee.
"Bongwater" is... really th' best name for a demon I've ever heard in my life.
If a demon named Bongwater tried to possess me...
I just might let 'em.
Well, he is not the one to possess so much as swallow one whole, but he is not here to do that either, seemingly summoned by the mere mention of his Pride-given name.
The fat, tarry newt will sit right at Worth's feet, big tail thumping against the ground.
Hello.
He wasn't actually a dog so she didn't put much mind to the contradiction.
She wasn't presently distressed. Unless she got to thinking about certain topics--which were all a bit far away in the fuzz. Luckily for everyone including her.
"Yeah. I'm not in fuckin'...jail." She reached to pull over her phone and look at the date. "It's a 72 hour hold. I'll be let out like...day after tomorrow unless I'm still actively threatenin' to do somethin' violent."
"Feels like jail," Pride muttered, putting his paws up on her seat too. "Just without the bars." But, he thought, he wasn't especially eager to get into a fight with her about it.
"But whatever works, I guess. I would ask why you went this route, but I'm not gonna question it if it seems like it ends up doing some good." Whatever good meant in this case.
"You got a lot of visitors."
Just a casual observation. Which clearly gave away the fact that he'd been out there since she'd put herself in the place. Pacing and monitoring at the window like an obnoxious stalker. (Which he would likely not deny if accused of it.)
"And not one of them brought you Get Well Soon flowers. Tsk."
"You smell funny." She retorted with a hint of telltale sluggishness.
She'd been aware of him stalking the fucking place. She had a window. And he was hard to miss. Dog form or no. Creepy behavior. She continued to let it slide.
"Yeah. I sorta started swinging at some point. So, like, I'm on drugs. Nothin' heavy-heavy I don't think or I wouldn't be able to hold conversations. Gets a little..." She stuck a hand out from the afghan that smelled like Worth's clinic. "...fuzzy in my noggin' sometimes, but nothin' too crazy."
Despite a dog's inability to blow a raspberry, Pride managed it with a pbhtbthbhthbtt. But he set his head down against where she sat, watching her carefully to observe for any sort of distress - though he didn't detect anything right away. Aside from the strange cover she had which smelled like... Nothing he could recognize.
"They gonna let you out at some point?"
Pride wasn't stupid enough to ask if whatever it was that happened here was working. Probably a hard thing to tell - and shit like what Roka had wrong wasn't exactly fixed in the span of a few weeks or days or months even.
@actualtirefire
He'd waited long enough, impatience evident in the way he hovered on the tethered leash, glaring daggers at anyone who passed him by. The vest was not enough to deter an assortment of individuals coming up to him out of curiosity - but a growl would typically send them scattering.
It wasn't until he finally was able to slide into the building in the guise of a massive black service dog that he felt a bit more at ease, if only because he knew he would be able to retreat into the room where Roka was and partially drop the dog pretense.
Didn't stop him from entering the room still looking prickled, red eyes going from the door which closed behind him over to where Roka was. He'd been keeping what was more or less a watch over her, as long as she'd been there. But being able to slide in along with her felt marginally better.
"This place smells funny," Pride said when they were alone, stepping on large paws over to where she was settled, leaning over to give her a sniff.
"Do they have you sedated?"
"Bold words coming from the guy who thought coming here and panting at the window in the guise of a dog was a smart move," he shot back after stiffening.
"It's funny though, because Röka is part cat. Hah." Pride clearly never had to worry about being trapped in a psych ward before. It wasn't that easy, and his body kept telling him to run or at least set the place on fire. He'd take a few steps forward at least.
"I'm not afraid of walking into a building, I'm just not eager to be surrounded by mortals for any longer than I need to be," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You all smell." Including Rene in that. Vampire or no, Pride didn't see him as anywhere near on the same level as he himself was - very nearly eternal since before the fall of Lucifer.
But he watched anyway, squinting slightly at Rene's hesitation. No, he didn't have any qualms about simply razing the place to the ground if he so pleased. But Roka had gone in there for a reason. And he wasn't looking to play the villain on this day in particular.
"Pretend you're walking into a Walmart or some shit," he offered. "Get me a Dr. Pepper while you're in there."
René really should have expected that. He was stronger than an average human, and certainly not strong enough to give a pylon much to worry about. He did, at least, stop after the initial tug and waited for Pride to join him.
"Yes, of course. My sincere apologies," he replied, insincerely, "for making it appear for any length of time as if that weren't the case, my lord."
He'd even drop into a court perfect bow (it wasn't like René wasn't ridiculous on a regular basis in public anyway) before he stooped enough to wrap the leash around securely. Presumed Pride could just... reabsorb it or bite through it if he did want or need to leave, anyway.
But then he was looking back towards the entrance remembering he needed to go inside again and he had to swallow twice before he could steel himself enough to look back down at Pride. "Well. I'll... be back in a little while."
Didnât even bother to correct Rene when he did the over the top capitulating. Just kept his nose in the air as though he knew he deserved it. But Pride did watch as Rene seemed to hesitate, and he snorted before opening his maw to jeer:
âDonât be a pussy. Get in there, CHAMP.â
He was not nice.
"Hm, I suppose not." He didn't mention the fact that it was apparently a facility not completely unaware of the supernatural, so perhaps he could have just gone in as a regular visitor.
Still.
Pride was a little bit of a shit and René decided he could take a minute amount of pleasure in this situation.
"Oh, there's plenty of people who talk to dogs. But you're right." He should go in. He would grab the leash and pull it towards one of the poles outside. "Come here, Spooky Doo. Don't need anyone bothering you while we're inside."
Having the leash pulled was about the worst and most ego-bruising thing that could POSSIBLY happen in this scenario. And at first, Pride increased his density to make it almost impossible to move him. Giving himself the weight of a massive concrete pylon that was rooted into the ground.
âIâm not coming to you because YOU ASKED me to, Iâm coming to you because this is MY ruse and Iâm in charge.â
Embodying all that he was in name and core and only standing when he was good and ready, making his way over with nose and tail in the air before sitting next to the pole in question.
René stood after watching that... offputting little display. But he supposed that made as much sense as anything from Hell did.
"I didn't plan to. I make no promises on Röka's behalf, though." Couldn't help a little joke there.
"I think she mentioned once you're usually more... lizardy? But still made of... whatever you are."
âMore or less, but I canât get away with that here unless I wanna create a panic for a bunch of loonies.â
He didnât include Roka in that collective label.
âYou gonna sit out here the whole time looking crazy for talking to a dog or are you gonna go in?â
René did get the idea that he didn't need to introduce himself, at the very least. Knew Röka had talked about them. At least in passing. And Viktor had expressed his doubts about the demon. As well as Lark.
But he wasn't exactly unsympathetic too potentially poor choices in company; he was often one himself. And it was about what Röka wanted.
"Well, I suppose I'll just have to be charming enough for both of us, then. I'll let Viktor know to wait outside after. He's not a fan of big dogs." Especially big black dogs. "I don't suppose you can just... manifest a leash and service dog harness?" He'd crouch down a little, slipping the Burberry scarf from around his neck to wrap around Pride's.
"This might help a little to make you look more like someone who should be let within 20 feet of someone potentially vulnerable."
Pride looked as incredulous as he could when that SCARF was placed around his neck. Definitely not his color. But he just gave a gruff sigh and pulled from his normally tarry body a few stringy things that eventually formed into a black vest with a leash attached. There were no labels on the vest, just one massive red X over an image of a hand- a big glaring sign of: DO NOT TOUCH.
Probably should wear that regularly.
âDonât get used to this,â he said, eyes still fixed on the building.
"Perhaps, though aside from the shape of you, you sound a lot like I've heard the Sin of Pride described. And I'm pretty sure Röka and her other... family tend to give aspects of death the bum's rush, so to speak."
René didn't much like it either, and he kept catching himself alternating between desperate panic to charge in and take her back, feeling himself shake like a deer before a wolf when he thought about walking into the building itself, and trying desperately to keep himself calm enough to not fuck anything up further.
"Viktor and I came to see if she did. She doesn't have a phone or any other way to... say what she wants in any case. So. Visitor hours." He buried his hands in his pockets to hide their shaking. "If you could manage to look like you weren't going to maul someone for long enough... we could ask her and then come out and get you if she says yes. Make excuses about you being a therapy dog. Or something."
It was probably pretty obvious to anyone who had heard of him who he was, yes. But to any normal humans roaming about, it was likely that he would only raise eyebrows insofar as any big dog might being where he was.
Pride gave a snort at the other's explanation as to why he was there. He knew who Rene was. And Viktor. Didn't need to have spoken with either of them at any point (though he'd had a run-in with the latter at least once before) to know precisely what they looked like. His eyes were always watching, whether or not anyone noticed them.
But it was hard to turn away the prospect of possibly wanting to be seen. Pride had his doubts. He was not a caretaker or lovey dovey sort like the other two losers.
"I promise not to growl. That's all you're gonna get," he grumbled.
"Wow, you're very bratty... No wonder she likes you."
Snorted. "It'd at least let you get inside, possibly. If you did want to actually visit her and not sit outside like some grim spectre of death here to terrorise the patients."
"Maybe I am the grim specter of death here to terrorize the patients. You don't know me."
Probably a good assessment of his character otherwise. He was considerably more aggressive, if only because of the fact that Roka was in there to begin with. Didn't like the solution she'd chosen, but he couldn't do anything about it now.
"And what, you're going to just waltz me inside like it's nothing? Does she even want visitors?" Probably a good reason why he hadn't tried to summon Donovan up to just walk right in himself. Felt like he wasn't running aground of some wish she might have to be on her own in there.
But it felt too much like a prison to him. Didn't like it.
Held up his hands, not looking to get mauled at this stage.
"Fine, fine. Far be it for me to interrupt the plans of big spooky talking dogs. Maybe you could get one of those little harnesses that say you're a support animal?"
âA support animal for who, your dumb ass? You need one.â
Gripe gripe gripe.
It's hard to take him particularly seriously, unfortunately. Even getting slapped with a paw.
"Oh, only every other century, unfortunately." Clicked his tongue though, rubbing at the spot that had been hit. "Maybe fetch is more your speed? Or do you want to just be called a good boy with none of the work?"
Yeah- probably didnât even hurt that much in the long run. Hard to maneuver big stupid paws in that way.
He was going to snarl, but knowing that he was looking this stupid for a REASON, Pride settled and went back to his little solo vigil.
âYouâre gonna blow my cover. Get outta here.â
