“ Occupation: The family disaster “

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@gonetheformofman
“ Occupation: The family disaster “
❛ not what i hear … ❜
zatanna was not deliberately soft in demeanor, although that is the tone that the historically satin voice did take ;; regardless of the chaos that had been wrought, and the obvious note of SOME SORT of remorse on his face, she did not want to immediately jump to a more aggressive approach. she was open to suggestion, this was certain.
❛ tell me the truth then. ❜
remorse could he FAKED, so could truth, but for the most part, he wasn’t exactly too satisfied about this SIMPLISTIC mistake on his part. Rage was something he always had, but usually it never was this bad ---- it WAS his fault and everyone knew it.
“It just.... happened.” There was a pause, “I got... carried away.”
regardless, he should have KNOWN the risks, and it would happen again... it always DID ---- He just underestimated his control. As usual.
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“Interested? Oh uh, in the book right?” He points at the book in his own hand as he scoots over to give the other room for the other chair next to him. WHatever this man was after, his ringtone was now buzzing in his pocket as he blinked.
E.m.p radars built into his phone, Terrence wondered if this man was perhaps possessed or maybe it was someone else. “I’m Terrence, what’s your name exactly?”
The book was only part of the reason Etrigan was here as his arms folded across his chest the moment he moved to sit down next to the man. In truth, he didn’t expect much from this, but then again? He had been wrong several times before.
“I’ve been called many names.” He got out lowly, “Depends on the situation.” Rather, he wasn’t exactly sure if he should use his name yet, but there was no harm in it was there? He thought not.
“It’s... Etrigan.”
@gonetheformofman│starter call
Sigyn knew there was something not quite right about the man (creature?) before her, but it was her job to give him the benefit of the doubt and the gift of compassion, so she merely smiled and inclined her head, murmuring a soft greeting.
Etrigan knew this was RISKY, but there was no other way to get what he wanted. Eventually, he would be bound to that FOOL Jason again, and he couldn’t allow it could he? No, he wouldn’t... not anytime soon,.
“---- I’m sorry about this intrusion.” At least he wasn’t talking in Rhymes for once, “I thought we could talk.”
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“You’re a sight for sore eyes, who am i speaking to today? The demon? Or Jason Blood?”
Etrigan let out a low grumble, “Does it ALWAYS have to be about HIM? Being BOUND to someone for over a THOUSAND years isn’t fun, Constantine.”
He then grunted, “Jason isn’t here right now.. It’s simply I, Etrigan.”
@unconfirmedtheories
“------ Not THIS again. Don’t you remember what HAPPENED last time, Joker?”
@zctanna
It wasn’t that HARD to find out what had happened ---- Etrigan had gone out on a RAMPAGE again and everyone around him was picking up the pieces. Of course, he THOUGHT he had done a good job cleaning up his own MESS, but family business in HELL always seemed to get bloody. Even more so than USUAL these days, but he thought he could get around that ---- it seemed he couldn’t this TIME.
“---- Not my FAULT.” Was all he managed to get out. It totally was his fault.
Right, starter call. Will mainly be one liners unless I FEEL a good writing mood.
Remember the time the Joker summoned Etrigan? I do.
Well, my hand slipped, and I wanted to re-hear a line. So, have this.
He groaned at the rhyming ___ It was not that the pale man disliked rhymes, but it seemed like something that a super villain or something would do. That, and despite the cryptic words, the man did speak the truth. Rhys was not entirely certain he liked being told the truth so bluntly.
“So yeh always come out on top? Den I shan’t fight yeh. But if yeh don’t stop speaking like some damn mystical being I might slap yeh.” It was not much of a threat, but the blind male knew that his physical stature was less than intimidating. In fact, he probably looked like a little kitten hissing at a Great Dane half of the time when he was picking fights.
Etrigan let a slight smirk form across his lips, Rhys might not have known what he fully was, but for now, he still wasn’t about to quit on his HORRIFIC rhyming at any rate, “Slap me and we can have a recap of this. Mystical I may be, you’re not ordinary either.” He ended up pointing out with a grunt, “It’s Etrigan.”
“— Yes, I do, and I want to know everything. You might not ENJOY telling me, but this IS part of our deal, Etrigan. Don’t make me REGRET this.”
“Part of YOUR deal, Ky’lar. You have done MUCH for... Nergal and Myself, but you still FORGET one thing about demons.” There was a pause as Etrigan took a step forward, “Don’t expect to have us BOWING before some HALF-BREED. You’re NOT Merlin... don’t even think you are.”
@gonetheformofman He blinks as he is now face to literal face with someone else, having been in his book the entire time. Blue eyes cast over the other and a subtle brow lift would occur. “Am I in your seat or something?”
It was QUITE obvious what Etrigan was doing, having a FULL vessel to himself was quite... amusing at times, but it ALWAYS had it’s drawbacks. Like most things, someone or rather, SOMETHING was always amusing to him in this ‘form’, but for now, his full attention was on the other, and that was something he NEEDED to work with for the time being.
“I’m interested.” He managed to muse out lightly as Etrigan folded his arms across his chest for a few moments, “Simply interested.” For now.
ONE of my Demons woke up. FINALLY out of Vampire hell.
“— Enough with the Rhymes, Etrigan.” He spat back, “I may not be everyone, but what I want does matter; if you don’t do as I ASK, I have other ways to get what I want, and none of them are too pleasant for you.”
Ky’lar than grunted, “So! You’re going to tell me what I want —- With-out Rhymes—-, and if I think you’re lying to me? Well, we will just have to see for ourselves, yes? I would hate to see you and the bad end of this deal.”
“----- Do you really want me to quit with them?” He asked with a grunt, “Fine! I won’t use them, but it’s your loss." I wasn’t going to tell you anyways, “So! What exactly do want to know; do be specific.”
The pale man frowned deeply and snarled just a little. “I’m not entirely certain dat I enjoy being spoken to so cryptically.” He hissed out and backed away from the demon some. “I prefer direct answers, for my eyes do not work and de sight inside of my mind is as dark as what my eyes perceive.” His normally soft, lyrical voice was a little harsh ___ In truth, he far preferred unambiguous answers.
”And as far as wasting the day away and sleeping safely at night, I do neit'er of dat. I live for de night and despise de daytime. Besides de fact dat I have realized safety is merely an illusion. I may be mortal, but I am no idiot, ot'er dan possibly picking a meager fight wit’ yeh.” He said with a cheeky intonation and gave a Cheshire grin to the demon.
A snort escaped his lips as his arms folded across his chest, “You live for the night as you can’t see what is actually bright.” He shot back, not even bothering to care that he was rhyming once again, “Direct answers come with a price; the truth is always harsh, but you never know when you’re being lead right into a marsh.”
Okay, maybe he was going JUST a bit too far there as he rubbed at his chin for a few moments, “Fights can be lost, but as for me? I always come out on top.” Or rather he tried to.. usually.