(Smooth-salesman-rp) "Oh, this is definitely a different demetion from mine" The salesdemon took out a note pad of some sort and wrote down some notes. Man, this whole demetion hopping was getting out of hand fast. He had no idea where he was right now.
The golden walls of the palace surrounded him, their color and sheen making it so the whole place seemed to glow, bright and open. Every hall was spacious, lined with doors and tapestries which lead who-knows-where and depicted who-knows-what. Some areas were obviously more lived in than others - carpets bunched in places, a vase shattered on the floor in one hall, and there was one door that had a very large hole in it - but it managed to hold onto its regality all the same.
It was a glorious place, and yet, it was oddly comfortable as well. The light inside was warm, not glaring, and the red carpets underfoot were toned down just enough to add to the mood. The whole place was also, weirdly enough, filled with butterflies, a few of which, if he were paying enough attention, appeared to be following him.
The whole palace seemed to be held on a careful balance, one of regality against homeliness, of showy against comfortable. Depending on the viewer, it could appear to be more of either, but there was no denying there were elements of both.
“Seems so.”
Kirby peeks out of a hallway, cape swirling around him as he moves. He’d overheard this newcomer talking to himself, and it appeared there were no others around, so it was his duty to greet him. He smiles, giving him a wave.
“Hello there! And welcome, to my little universe. I’ve just started receiving out-of-universe guests, so it’s always a treat to see others around. My name is Kirby,” he extends a gloved hand, though it’s more like a strange mitten, with the ‘thumb’ and 'index finger’ free and the rest of the 'fingers’ bunched up together. Of course, there was no actual hand underneath, just a round nub which had morphed to fit into the glove. “You?”
