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( Eh. I'm sorta thinking of deleting this blog and my other rp one tbh. I hardly have any followers and I only interact with two of em. Plus RPING on tumblr just doesn't have the same spark as it used to before. But I guess we'll see. Just a heads up)
âYeah, sadly this is normal.â
With a grunt Phoebe moved to prop herself up, shuffling into a sitting position as she went to continue. Thank god Wrath had such an ego, it really came in handy to have someone sarcastic like Spectre then.
âMost of the time itâs worse, but today it was better than normal cause you insulted their weak ass pride. It was pretty great, and Iâm glad it didnât end in physical injury to anybody.â
( â ) Their mouth is a thin line, bordering between grinning and frowning all at once, "Yeah, well, lesson numero uno about yours truly, I ain't the best damn thing since sliced bread, but I still know I'm at least worth something," they pause, shifting uncomfortably, before finally rising stiffly, "Don't thank me just yet, you're the one that's hurt here. The apartment should be unlocked, and none of the other weirdass tenants show their faces anyway, so you can get cleaned up there just fine." Offering Phoebe their hand for the second time today, Spectre wonders once again if Inna's come home, and what she'd say about all this.
i donât care what you think, as long as itâs about me the best of us can find happiness in misery
The girl shakes her hand. âNo, no,â she says, âIâve been sitting for a while. Standing would bare to do me some good, really.â She winks, stuffing her ear buds into her pocket and flicking her bangs. âThe nameâs Pepper,â she adds, her voice edged with playful laughter.
Pepper was surprised at herself. She had warmed up so quickly to this strange deer and was nearly alarmed. Her father had taught her for such a long time to be wary of strangers and what they might bring, but after thinking about it she realized why. âYou remind me of a friend, darling. She runs a bookshop in my home town. I would bet that that would be your type of thing.â
She was tempting fate bringing up her home so bluntly as she did. Honestly, she could have easily gone under the guise that sheâd lived here in these normal towns all of her life or she could have stopped the conversation there, but she didnât. It wasnât even really because she reminded her of Paisley or anything like that. Looking at her again and staring at her eyes, Pepper saw the enchantment that she adored and would guess that she has seen things just as magical that she lived with. She knew that she would believe the stories and adore them more than this girl could ever dream.
She was willing to chance fate.
( â ) One blink, two blink, then a third graces Nether's eyelashes, before a lopsided and timid smile crosses her lips. Should she be smiling? This pers-- no, Pepper seemed kind enough for Nether to be able to return a nice gesture or too. It wasn't every day that the stargazer felt even remotely at ease around strangers, so getting such friendly treatment was almost jarring. Still, Nether's voice barely wavers as she begins to reply.
"O-Oh! Y..yes, that would be, erm, my 'type of thing', mhm!", she's getting excited now, and not in the horrible horrible way that she was so accustomed too, but in the butterflies fluttering across her stomach at the promise of happiness way, "I've been l-looking for someplace t-to fi-fi-find things to read anyway, the apartment isn't anywhere n-near a lib-- oh, oh sorry. Rambling." Looking down again, Nether lets the butterflies waver away, wondering if they'd venture back another day.
âYou want the brat, fine. Iâm done talking to the likes of you.â
While they werenât known as well for it, Wrathâs pride was incredibly wounded. Due to their huge ego, they had mistakenly believed this being would take what they dealt. But the fact they didnât infuriated them, and so their best choice was to leave. After all, they could destroy some of their stuff as revenge later on. When they werenât confined to a pubescent shorty.
The fire flickered a bit, before dying slowly as it turned back into the normal wiry black. The transformation back was a lot less gruesome, skin turning itâs natural ivory colour and body shifting back to her regular self. But the bloody hole on Phoebeâs shoulders and neck were still there, bleeding quite a bit more.
Once it was over, she gave a large sigh and was once again flat on the asphalt roof. Wrath was probably pissed off still, but hey, she had her body back. Even though it hurt like hell.
âAll I gotta say is thank you right now.â
( â ) Heaving a sigh as well, Spectre shuffles over to where Phoebe lay, cocking their head in order to at least try to inspect the damage that's done, "Eh, can't say I deserve much of a thank you. It's pratically my job to piss people off, yknow?" Squatting down in order to sit next to the girl, Spectre adds with a hint of concern, "Plus you're pretty damn beat up, does this sorta stuff always happen when that loser gets control?" It felt better to call Wrath a loser than to address them as some high and mighty being. That's what had shut them down, so perhaps it was best to keep the streak up.
(AYO I'm heading off for the night soon but like this and I'll whip up a starter for you tomorrow!)
The demon didnât even know how to reply, just gritting their sharp teeth and about to talk before it turned into frustrated screeches. Man, Spectre had pissed them off beyond words. Which could either be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how things went.
âI-You-! Shut up! Just-!â They couldnât even form coherent sentences, with how angry they were, and the fact they had been at loss for words. No one had ever spoken to them like that. But another factor was Phoebe using their irritation to try and take back her body. It wasnât really working, due to Wrath being so mad. The options were to calm them down or subdue them, and Wrath wasnâ calming down.Â
( â ) Grinning now and lazily circling the sin, Spectre lets out another chuckle, "Wow, what was that about not talking back?" Damn it felt good to have the upper hand, even if only for a small moment. Leaning back as if the stale air was some sort of grand chair for them and them alone to occupy, Spectre continues, "Think about it like this, oh great and powerful buttmunch, you may scare a shit ton of people, but that's because they're on your spectrum. You've convinced all these little weenies that you're above 'em, but me? Nah. Fuck nah, no ones above me, no ones below me- cept all those losers on the sidewalk down there," why were people out now of all times? Best to wrap this up unless the building got burnt down, subsiquently hurting those around.
Lowering themself to the edge of the rooftop once more, Spectre concludes, "So, since you're not gonna bully me into groveling before you, why dontchya let the kid have what's left of her body back? Let me rephrase that: you're a tool, now fuck off." Harsh words delivered with a smile, but Spectre meant them through and through.
A small asian girl pops out one of her bright pink ear buds, weaving the wire between her gloved fingers. Her hair is short, except for one side where it falls in long waves and is dyed a strawberry red. Her eyes are dark like the expanse of space, surrounded by black eye shadow and eye liner that looks like it took hours. She wears a dark blue cardigan with a pale pink button up shirt underneath and dark skinny jeans with boots. For a moment, she studies the girls quivering face and shaky eyes. âSkiddish little dear,â she thinks. She unfolds her legs and straightens her spine. âWell, literally yes, it is,â she says, her voice smooth like a silk robe, âbut it wonât be for very long. Take it, dear, you look like youâll fall over other wise.â She rises and gestures for the girl to take her seat. She smiles, and it is warm and true.
( â ) A small peep escapes the girl's mouth- she honestly hadn't expected the other to be so willing, but to give up the seat entirely? My, this was certainly a change from the cold shoulders of most strangers. And that smile--
Bowing her head in response, Nether shuffles to the newly open seat. She can't help but feel a bit guilty now that it's all said and done, but at least she wasn't on the verge of collapsing anymore. Glancing up at the girl just long enough to meet her dark eyes, Nether murmurs, "U-um, erm.. I'm.. I'm small enough to, um, s-share, if you s-still needed a place," looking to the floor quickly now, she adds, "I-I just get weak from st-standing so long, I suppose.."
i wonât hesitate to tear myself apart if it means to keep you safe.
              for youâre the peace that has been keeping me sane.
The fact this pest was insulting them caused the demon to scowl. Theyâd put up with their attitude for long enough, now it was getting annoying. Wrathâs clawed hands curled into fists, the nails digging into skin.Â
âExcuse me? But since when were you supposed to talk back like that?â They hissed. Truth was, they were right in some ways. Wrath was having trouble, and from everything theyâd seen, they were supposed to be kept away. But did that ever stop them?Â
The answer was no.
( â ) Looks like they were both becoming steadily more and more rageful, and Spectre shifts from their casual pose to a more stiff one as they rise further into the air, "Since when were you my fucking master? Ohhhh boooooo HOOO, how dare I have an ounce of pride in myself, oh woe is me, shall I kiss the ground around your flaming feet? Or shall I just go to hell right off the bat?"
They laugh, loud and hard, "Look, fuckwad, I don't give a damn how high up you are. I haven't associated with any sort of order of supernatural for years. I don't care who you are, or what you want, so long as it doesn't threaten what I need. I'm tired of playing nice. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to even sound sorta polite? You're driving me up the fickin' wall," Spectre rolls their eyes, "I prefer your vessel a looot better. She's the kinda gal who'd just shut up and ask you to settle things through video games. You? You just wanna blow shit up. I mean, I get the fire and all but seriously? Get off your high horse and at least try to remove the stick lodged in your ass." Another bout of laughter. Maybe it's so funny because they know it could all be over soon.
where I belong
( â ) Pointing to the chubby cat lounging on the chair across the cafe, Inna states brightly, "You see, I relate to these kinda critters. I really do, because I too, only have one trick usually. And like the cat, that trick usually involves rolling over for food." Which is a lie, Inna has plenty of things she's capable of doing. Just none that she can pull off this early in the morning.
hold on to what makes you feel, donât let go, itâs what makes you real
( â ) "I-is this s-seat taken..?" Of course it is, otherwise there wouldn't be someone sitting in it. But it's either this or standing, and although Nether's heart is in her throat as she speaks, her legs are too weak to stand any longer.
Oh, they could feel the hate coming off of them in waves, and boy did it feel nice. This sin basically fed off of rage, so this was just getting more and more fun.
âWho could hear well with all her blabbering anyways? And a spirit, interesting.â By interesting, Wrath meant they couldnât care less. On the hierarchy of supernatural beings, spirits werenât too high up. And being a sin basically let them felt like they could look down on anyone and anything.Â
âHm, Iâd have to agree with you there. Iâve had a lot of vessels as well. Most of them were at least somewhat usable though.â The sinâs displeasure for their host was seeping through. There probably wasnât two people who hated each other more.
( â ) Wrinkling their nose in disgust is hardly the most polite thing to do in the presence of such a being, but since when was Spectre polite? Except it's not that smart of a move either. They were just a fly on a wall to Wrath. Sure, maybe that fly happened to be particularly angry and full of sass, but still none the less a fly. Easily crushed, easily forgotten.
Trying their damnest to not let too much anger seep into their voice, Spectre asks, "This one been giving you trouble I take it?" A harsh laugh falls from the spirits lips, "Good! Fuckin' great. You need a firey spirit to keep somethin' like you locked away." Fuck the hierachy of supernatural beings. Rules had never been Spectre's forte, and now was no exception.
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