In you head, zombie-ie-ie

“I am the oarsman who will ferry you beyond the veil! The Blighted Despot, Scarmiglione--Archfiend of earth, and first of Golbez's circle of four!” —Scarmiglione --- Roleplay blog for the elemental fiend Scarmiglione from Final Fantasy IV. Affiliated with the open roleplay group 'pledged prelude'

[maelstromempress-blog]

☣—"…There’s some excitement…" The man rolled his shoulders back, leaning back at the waist, though his head tilted forward, one hand lifting to stroke his chin.

"Oh, come now, boys. Must we really resort to violence?" She rested her hands upon her hips, letting her head loll to one side as one brow lifted in distaste. Men were so stupid.

☣—"…He started it…"

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Excitement?" He asks, tone condesending and head now tilted to the side. How utterly thick this creature was. Hard to believe this was actually one of Barbie's weapons. "Kekekek... If you wanted excitement you ssshould have offended sssomeone else... I'll only give you death..." And then, without nary a warning, both 'tentacles' rip through cloth and aim to kill. After all-

"Weapons can be replaced!"

[maelstromempress-blog]

"You sound less than thrilled."

☣—"…I could… beat the excitement into you…"

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"..." He turns his head to gaze at Barbie's humanized weapon, a sickening snap punctuating the movement. "Really?" He asks, cloth shifting back. There's but a moments pause before the ground beneath all three of the cracks and shudders, Scarmiglione assuming his full height.

"Sssuch disgusting impudence..." He starts, gaze narrowed considerably. "Not sssurprising... Perhaps I ssshould tear a few limbs off or... sssomething else?" He clacks his sharpened teeth together, making it clear what he would be using to do so.

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Living weapons? Joy..."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Ssstill no Cagnazzo... kekeke... oh well..."

[maelstromempress-blog]

"Perhaps it’s time for a murder or two. Things are so quiet lately."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Kekeke... excellent idea Barbariccia... That ssshould liven things up..."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"And you continue to be the... ssstrangest thing in my life..."

[persuadedbyboko]

“   Huh? You wanna talk about what’s getting under your cloak there? "

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"..." He tilts his head some and peers at the other. "...perhaps."

[persuadedbyboko]

" Now that’s a pretty strong word there. "

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Okay.... maybe not you... but everyone else..."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"I hate you all."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

Twerks in here for a bit, "Do believe me when I say I never intend this to happen." Stops twerking and just bails far far away.

"..." The fiend of Earth simply sighs and shakes his head.

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Master... why..." Scarmiglion sighs and avoids gazing at anything specific. "Do you wish me to sssend sssome of my... minions after Kain? Being forced to walk around as sssuch must be... embarrassing."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Bored... ssso very bored..."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

Snap... crunch... chew... snap... crunch... chew 

"Yummy. Kekeke..."

[thundagabitcharchive]

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Problems, No. Three...?"

[flamemantle]

"Does your beloved earth shield you from the blazing heat, Scarmiglione? Should I try harder yet to scorch you?"

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"Ssso cruel, Rubicante..." Scarmiglione replies, frowning some "Threatening to ssscorch my beloved earth... do you truly wish to ssscar me as the humans have?" 

Cloth slips back as the fiend of earth tilts his head, inquisitive stares given to his fellow fiend. "Weren't you just... prattling on about balance with Kain? I think damaging the earth would upset that..."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

"This heat is horrid... not that I need worry... kekeke."

[ignitionwaltz]

ohblighteddespot is now following you

[ignitionwaltz]

"…"

Blood-orange eyes narrowed into near-invisibility beneath the shadows of his battered hat as the Waltz bit back the haughty challenge that would have been a reflex in any other situation… but something about this strange, cowled figure-  a trickle of cold, amused power that wrapped the Waltz about like a chilly embrace- prompted a slightly more respectful tone.

"…Greetings to you, sir."

[ohblighteddespot-blog]

--? Apparently he had been spotted. What fool had the misfortune of stumbling upon him? Turning to face whomever spoke, the fiend of earth- "Oh... How interesting..." Scarmiglione certainly hadn't unexpected this though he supposed it was only a matter of time. "It's appears you're... operational. Kekeke." He grins and tilts his head, cloth softly shifting with his movements. 

"Which one are you? First or... sssecond?"