Ex-Mobster of the Underground

[ ♔ ] Regina laughs, pretending to be amused with the situation she’s conjured. Acting comes naturally for her, it seems.

“Do I? And what’s the dog going to do about it, hm? Both you and your brother are leashed to very powerful creatures, but I digress~!” She walks to Habit, gently ( though it doesn’t look that way ) grabbing him by the arm and lifting him to his feet with ease. “It is time for the brothers to reconcile, I think. With Habit permanently out of the VOID and my being friends with both your pretty wife and most of the occupants in this household, you will be seeing more of each other. Your anger is both exhausting and boring, Corbbie.”

Regina dusts the snow from the orange-clad mobsters upper-half and once satisfied, turns to give Corbel her full attention. She continues to support Habit by her grip on his arm.

“So, allow me to paint you a pretty picture. If I have to referee your brotherly squabbles every time we come here, I will not have the magic or energy to pull dear Luci’ from the VOID when she’s finished her noble task. Lost could do it, sure, but it comes at a price as you have learned. I, on the other hand, have a unique connection with the VOID and I do not require payment to remove others from it, but I need my magic in order to pull her safely. Understand?”

#taintedperserverance #spiritedgangster #Cameo appearance of Corbel

Corbel was seething to the brim from seeing his younger brother, one he didn’t want to see ever again. He thought of it, it was suspicious on why Regina was asking about his brother. Now, it made sense on why she was asking. That she-witch!

That growl within the skeleton’s throat seemed to vibrate his entire body with that light never dissipating from his eye socket. He wanted nothing to do with his brother and, clearly, it showed. HABIT was struggling himself though, he did get some help from Regina, his own eye sockets wide with tiny pinpricks of lights in them. The man was scared shitless at this point. He really, really didn’t want to be here.

The shorter skeleton was going to speak but, suddenly, the mere mention of his beloved, the light faded, leaving his eye sockets empty of all life. Wait...she could get Lucidia out of the Void? How?! That seemed near impossible! The only reason she got out the first time was because of Sprinkles. But this witch, she could as well? That only made him grit his teeth together in frustration of this. Would she really force Luci to stay in that dreadful place, all because he was being hostile towards his brother?

“....if theres anyone that deserves bein’ ‘ere, its ‘er, not this bastard ya got yer mitts on! ‘es the whole reason why shes in that place to begin with!” HABIT flinched with his brother yelling and he just looked at the woman, shaking and almost about to freak out. This was far from what the orange-clad mobster normally acted.

>>>💜 She offers a soft chuckle, wrapping Habit’s offered arm around her slender shoulders, and then wrapping an arm of own around his waist to better support him. “I can tell~.” Regina can’t help herself from teasing the other. “Perhaps I should have better warned you about those specially marked bottles. Their maker is renowned in this timeline for his expertise in alcohol crafting. Next time I’ll be sure to introduce you slowly, my darling~.” Slowly, she walks with him to the entrance door. “Nice and easy, I’ve got you.” She reassures the orange-clad mobster soothingly.

—

After a brief walk from Grillby’s, the pair finally arrive at the front of their intended destination, the skele’ household.

Using a bit of magic, the Witch manipulates a pile of snow to form a long rod and turn it into a solid, supportive structure to lean Habit against. She does so kindly, making sure he doesn’t fall over into the snow. Then, she moves to stand in front of him and brings a hand up to caress the side of his face. “I must ask that you endure what is about to happen, and– that I’m so, so sorry.” She whispers to him through quivering lips. Her words are genuine, and now emphasized by a single tear tumbling down her cheek. “I cannot control my rage toward the bastard that owns this house– and your brother. My intentions, Habit, when I pulled you from the VOID were pure, I only wanted to help you, but a thought crossed my mind– and because of it we’re now here.”

She takes a single step away from him before removing her coat and dropping her clever illusion, revealing the stitches, bruises and other wounds Lost, as Madman, left on her. A “drone” Shade appears briefly, its only purpose is to take away her now shedded coat.

Turning away from the mobster, Regina faces the house wiping away the tears from her eyes and adapts to the mask of a trickster. “Oh, Corbel~!” She calls to the other brother, “Come out, come out! I’ve brought you a present!”

#taintedperserverance #Cameo appearance of Corbel #spiritedgangster

With his arm draped over her shoulders and now, the monster leaning against her, he somehow found his foot. Somehow. Oh it had been way too long since he drank. Despite how drunk he was off his ass, he loved it. “Nah, that was some ggggreeeat shit! Way betta than the stuff I used ta drink too!” He seemed all too happy about it, just leaning on her as they walked along. To where? He didn’t know just yet.

Now that they were at the place she wanted to go, he had to shake his head before leaning on the long rod...of snow? That was some fancy magic he was seeing. Eye sockets were fully upon her face and, almost had flinched from the hand on the side of his face. Even if he still was drunk, he wasn’t used to that kind of close contact.

“Nnnghhh....w..whatcha goin’ on ‘bo-” His words slurred a bit as he tried to talk. Not his best really. Wait, did she mention his-?

HABIT immediately shook his head and stood up straight for just a moment till..he stumbled and grabbed onto the rod once more. Wait, she did say his brother’s name! Oh dear...with how fast that the skeleton was trying to sober up, he was fearing for his life. He had no time to even react to the fact that he saw all the wounds that Regina had. He was stumbling, struggling to make a run for it, but he only fell into the snow, just in time for a specific, stocky skeleton to pop outside the door.

The shorter skeleton wore a suit, similar to one that HABIT used to wear, but black with a blue tie and a blue strip around his hat. Before he would say anything, however, his eye sockets immediately went onto the monster that was struggling to stand. And the lights in his eyes vanished, one appearing with the bright, cyan blue color.

“......ya got alot of nerve bringin’ ‘im ‘ere...regina...” Corbel tried to say calmly, but with how tight his fists were in his coat pockets, he was tightly coiled and ready to lunge.

HABIT had no words. If a skeleton could grow pale, he would of been 10 shades whiter.

>>>💜 Regina has to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud at the mobster nearly falling on his non-existent arse. The poor idiot didn’t realize what he had ordered, and while she could’ve have spared Habit the embarrassment… she did tell to order whatever his little SOUL desired. Live and learn perhaps~

Clearing her throat, the Witch offers him one of her gloved hands and asks, “Do you need to lean on me?”

His alcohol tolerance was practically shot, with how long he hadn’t drank. As much as he did like it, this feeling was one left to be desired. He didn’t even see Grillby disappear out back, to who knows where. So the offered hand was glanced at with a lazy, dazed eye light, hand slowly moving to grasp onto her own.

"T...Thanks..been too lon'." He murmured and had to use her to stand, leaning against the woman with a grumble. He didn't seem to care if he needed help.

>>>💜 She gives the literal fireman a wink and a brief devilish grin; no he doesn’t. A Daughter of Chaos should never be challenged, Habit was a damned fool!

And it’s only beginning.

“I told you, sweetie~ This establishment has the best alcohol and service around.” She’s inwardly cackling, the Queen is obviously amused.

After finishing her meal, she places more than enough G to cover their meals, drink, tip and then some. Such entertainment has put Regina in a generous mood.

Grabbing her coat off the other stool, she stands and slips it back on. “Before we depart from this timeline, I need to pay a dear friend of mine a visit. It’ll only take a moment. Ready?”

HABIT was already starting to dig into his food and gobble it up, the food definitely was to die for. Grillby just, went ahead and went about his business with other customers, letting them eat and enjoy. Thank goodness someone didn’t know he was doing something devious.

The mobster already finished his food and his drink and, slowly was starting to feel the drink already. Maybe he shouldn’t of drank it so fast. “Eh? A friend? Well, a’ight ‘en.”

He went to get up from his seat but, before he could even lean off of it, he was about to slip and fall on his ass, having to grab onto the edge of the counter top to keep himself up. And an all too amused Grillby was watching. Definitely gonna tell a pirate about this. “Whoa...t-that was cwose..”

>>>💜 “You’ll get a cigar after we’ve returned home~.” Regina promises cheerfully.

You’re being cruel. Dangling happiness right in front of him only to yank it away at the last possible second… You’re becoming exactly what Mother wanted; her.

Her smile droops at the voice, she knows that voice… It belonged to an old part of her she thought died.

Lost doesn’t know any better as Madman. Habit and Corbel are being dragged unknowingly into your feud because you refuse-

Ignored. That voice should know better than to try talking sense to her. She’s angry, and rightfully so! Old Regina can get right the fuck out.

—

“How’s your drink?” Regina asks him while dipping a fry into her ketchup. He has no idea what he’s ordered, this should prove to be entertaining.

#taintedperserverance #thefirekeepcr

Grillby returned a bit with their orders and the mobster’s drink, though even he showed no facial expressions, he was quite amused. This guy seriously didn’t know what he was doing. This’ll be one to tell a specific Pirate later on.

“Thanks Grillz.” HABIT spoke and took the glass in hand, already taking a swig with gusto. It definitely went down quite smooth and he grinned, already downing it like it was water. The fire man was glancing over at Regina with that ‘He don’t know, does he?’ look and, you could swear that he was showing a tell-tale grin, one that Grillby only showed to very few. But he went on his merry way, waiting for the chaos to ensue.

“Mmm..some good shit ‘ere! Ya weren’t kiddin’!” He glanced at Regina, his grin widening. He wasn’t gonna last long.

>>>💜 “Hello, Grillby~” She greets, claiming one of the bar stools for herself. “Just a burger and fries for me, darling. Oh! And my date here needs a drink, one of the sigil-marked bottles of his choosing.” He’s definitely going to need it. “Of course, he only gets one glass. I need him mostly sober for-” The Witch offers a suggestive grin and gently bites her bottom lip.“-dessert. ”

She’s having far too much fun, and no one can stop her~

Feeling a little warm, Regina does slip out of her coat and sets it neatly on the vacant stool beside her, the one that Habit hasn’t claimed. Since she’s in disguise, her stitches and healing wounds from her and Madman’s previous battle can’t be seen clearly… and with little more Illusion Magic, it’s as if they never happened.

#taintedperserverance #thefirekeepcr

Grillby glanced back towards the skeleton sitting beside the woman with a raised brow. So she had another date then? It was a curious thing on why she wasn’t with the Pirate, as per usual. But it only made HABIT’s grin grow all the more, given what he could pick.

“My choosin’? Yer much too kind, babe.” He grinned, glancing at the bartender with a chuckle,” The best scotch ya got, and whatever shes havin’!” Grillby paused with a mere nod and wrote down the order, quick to disappear into the back. The mobster seemed quite pleased with this.

“Mmm...could make it betta with a nice cigar, but eh, this’ll be just as good.“ Looks like hes quite unaware of what Regina is planning...

>>>💜 “I think I enjoy making you happy, if I get to see those pretty teeth of yours~” Regina giggles, curling her gloved fingers around his exquisitely large hand.

She isn’t using the VOID as a means of travel, which is her most frequent method. For the moment, there’s no telling what would happen to Habit if they returned the VOID… No, until she has definitive answers they will jump timelines with the use of portals. It takes a bit more magic, but better safe than sorry.

She pulls the mobster safely through the portal and then wills it closed. The pair are standing directly in front of the aforementioned establishment—Grillby’s.

Her appearance has also changed with the use of Illusion Magic, taking on a Monster-like appearance; a shadow elemental. With Sprinkles paying frequent visits to this timeline, it’s best to keep herself disguised… he has yet to discover that she’s actually human.

“Come along before I turn into a Witch-sicle.” She jokes, while pulling him to the door and pushing it open.

No doubt the idiot-pirate is aware of her presence in the timeline, perhaps even Habit’s? Still, if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay away until she’s ready to play.

#taintedperserverance #Cameo appearance of thefirekeepcr #because

“Yeah yeah, sure, y’just wanna see this smile of mine.” Was HABIT flirting back? Maybe..? He was getting used to Regina’s company, after all.

Portals huh? He hadn’t seen those in a while but, preferred them than going back to the Void. So with his eye lights looking up at the building, he smirked. This definitely brought back fond memories, hanging out with his boys at the local joint. But instead of his boys, he had the company of the...witch?

That caught him off-guard a bit with the sudden, monster-like appearance she took, raising a ridged brow before shrugging his shoulders. He was quick to hurry inside.

The place was definitely warm, comforting, with the faint glow of the lights around, including that coming from the establishment owner himself. The fire elemental, Grillby, lifted his head towards the two while cleaning off a glass with a rag, waiting for them to sit before him at the counter.

‘.....what can I get you today..?’

>>>💜 “Your run-of-the-mill Undertale timeline, but I know the Sans and have met Grillby there.” Regina, with a flick of her wrist, opens a portal leading to said timeline. She isn’t the least bit bothered by all the popping. “He’s a wonderful cook and serves the best liquor of any timeline I’ve visited so far~”

She offers him a hand, wiggling her fingers. “Shall we?”

How long had it been since he’d been in a timeline? Too long if he couldn’t recall much of his own. But the mere thought of food was definitely making the mobster salivate a bit. Okay okay, none of the drooling stuff. What didn’t help was the mention of liquor.

He hadn’t drank since he quit while at Tempus’ tree.

“Food and liquor? Hell yeah!” Oh boy, he was so excited with that toothy grin showing, eagerly grabbing onto her hand. HABIT, you shouldn’t be showing her your teeth like that.

>>>💜 “Just like a man, always thinking with his stomach.” She teases, giggling softly afterwards. “I promise to let you sleep undisturbed for all of tonight, and I’ll even let you sleep in~” It will pain her to be apart for so long, but she’ll manage… considering how upset he’ll be afterwards.

Biting her bottom lip and grinning, she complies with, “I suppose I must if we’re to start our date.” After lifting herself off of the mobster, she moves a few feet away to allow him all the room he needs to stand and stretch. It’s a good thing she owns the largest and comfiest of couches to accommodate tall skeletons… It’s if they were meant with someone else in mind.

He was grumbling once more, rolling eye lights and lifting his hat further up. Yeah, he looked quite annoyed.

But with her getting off of him, he took his sweet time to stand up and stretch, enough for his bones to start popping. It was a comfy couch, he’ll admit. Why it could accommodate him, even with his height, he wasn’t sure. “A’right a’right, I’m up, I’m up.” HABIT let out a loud yawn even, cracking his neck,” So...what timeline we goin’ to?”

>>>💜 “You’ve been asleep for four hours and I’m bored.” She begins, lifting the edge of his hat a bit with a finger to peek at his face. “All you do is sleep and, before you argue, I’m aware the VOID offers nothing to assist in that department… or any other that pertains to keeping yourself healthy. I want to take you out, go to Grillby’s or MTT’s… Pretty please~?”

When she lifts the edge of his hat a bit, there were a pair of orange, glowing eye lights staring back at her. He didn’t like being woken up from his slumber. Nor did he like the way she was straddling his lap either, but he was too tired to complain about that part.

“Mmmm...take me out? Well, I am kinda hungry..” He grumbled, trying to sit up a bit,” Mind ya get off fer a moment?”

{ @habitualmobster }

>>>💜 Oh~ The mobster is asleep on the couch. This is just too perfect of an opportunity to pass up!

Using a bit of magic, Regina levitates herself into the air and moves herself over his sleeping form. Slowly she descends to lay herself on top of him, straddling his lower-half with hers.

“Habit~.” She calls to him sweetly, “Habit, my darling, I need you-” to wake up.

#taintedperserverance #suggestive

HHABIT was indeed asleep on the couch with his hat covering his face, the monster snoring away. After wandering the Void for who knows how long, he could finally catch up on some much needed Zs.

But what he hadn’t expected was to feel someone straddling him, making him grumble and stir a bit. No, he didn’t want to wake up yet. What kind of devil were you to try to wake a tired man?

“mmmmm...what..? Just...five more minutes, toots...”

I need to update HABIT’s playlist

#out of whiskey #I've gotten a few asks about some songs not working and I'm aware of it #I need to update his stuff anyway #and maybe work out a playlist for Corbel #will get to that shortly

>>>💜 “I understand your hesitation as well as your caution, and trust is something to be forged overtime. Still, you’re my responsibility as I’m the one that saved you temporarily from the VOID… I will provide you with all that I can, even granting you a little bit of trust.” Her gold-colored orbs stare into his pinpricks of light, she adopts a serious note in her tone as she continues, “We’re still strangers to each other, and I’ve invited you to live with me here in my safe place; I have to trust you won’t attempt anything on my life. Aside from the livestock two floors below us, it’s just us. ”

With a sigh, she relaxes and eases the seriousness from her hushed voice. “Now, I’m sure you could use a good scrub, a nap on a decent bed, and a home-cooked meal.” She pulls back, folding her arms in front of herself. “What sounds good for lunch?”

At least she did understand how he was being right now. Who could blame him really? He did take into consideration about it, that she was giving him quite a bit of trust to give him refuge away from the Void, for the time being. He wasn’t going to break such a trust, not now. He’d rather stay out of the Void, if only for a short period of time.

“....a’ight a’ight, won’t do anythin’ to ya. that’ll be in poor taste, won’t it?” He agreed, at least, the sound of food and sleep was very tempting. How he really missed a bed, or even a good, home-cooked meal.

“..fer lunch? Could eat a whole, damn horse really. I’m starvin’!” Good thing he had his appetite returning.

>>>💜 “Now, now~” Purrs the Witch, “I’m not the sort to ruin a good surprise, so you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Unclasping her gloved hands, Regina quickly moves to close the gap between their forms and places those formerly clasped hands palm-down on his chest. “I know I can be unsettling at times, Habit, but know that I would never place you in any sort of danger-” I would be incapable of handling, she mentally adds.

One hand raises to his cheekbone, caressing it with the backside of her hand. “I take good care of those I watch over.”

Habit get’s a chance at redemption and she gets payback for his tactless comment about her title. There’s even the possibility of Lost getting a headache- skull-ache? Whatever. The point is she get’s to cause a little chaos at Habit’s expanse… Hopefully he learns the meaning of ‘Daughter of Chaos’.

“If I didn’t think you worth my magic and time, you wouldn’t be standing here outside the VOID.”

#taintedperserverance #The She-Witch||Regina

Just the mention of said surprise concerned him. What was the she-witch up to? No good could ever come from women, he knew that time and time again dealing with Lucidia and others in the past.

But with how fast she was to close the gap between the two and now, he was staring down at her under the visor of his hat, he just had a bit of chills going down his spine. What was about this woman that wanted to deter him away, and yet, get closer to learn more about her? She must of been using magic to do something, for sure.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Just...er...can’t be too careful, y’know? Dealt with plenty enough shit fer a lifetime.” He murmured, a bit of a growl rising up. “I’ve got reasons of my own....Regina.”

>>>💜 “It was built by the hands of someone I care deeply about.” She informs him, clasping her hands behind her back. “Remember that well, Habit, for I will dust you in an instant if you should decide to damage this place on purpose—Capiche? ”

Regina offers a genuine smile curls her lips, tipping her head slightly to one side as her gold-colored irises observe the mobster-pet before her. A thought has come to mind and– it’s dreadfully lovely. “Actually, I may have something fun for us to do. We leave in two hours, I suggest you rest up before our little-” She bites her bottom lip. “-adventure~ ”