#blind date threads

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🌹(I apologize in advance) @copaceticjillybean

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He was going to strange his daughter.

This blasted woman had proven herself to be an unmitigated annoyance to nearly all who interacted with her, but she had just enough contacts in the right places to avoid being crushed. What was worse, she was obstinate to a fault regarding her own way of seeing things even when that perspective was woefully limited.

And how Athena had thought it was amusing to claim she had someone he had to meet, that her analysis of his grimoire showed something he somehow missed.

She had lied to him.

"I presume you have been mislead by my daughter as well?"

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🌹 (For Gusion and Focalors. Baal's idea, probably.)

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Gusion sat there in the fancy venue with his grimoire on the table. He stared just as dully and enthused as Baal's daughter was, both being pushed to this little arrangement by the old king hoping to push Folcalors into a 'professional relationship'. They all knew she did not care for the company of men and he had no interest in marrying.

So here they were in awkward silence. Just as the grimoire predicted.

He stared at the open pages showing the details of the evening. She was to speak first in another minute and a half. So he waited.

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🌹- Eve (Gusion or Athena is fine)

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Duke Gusion looked at the grimoire for the day's readings. It wasn't what he was expecting, but he wasn't going to disobey.

"Prepare for a date at 3 P.M. at the Pandemonium Opera House. You will meet them next to the ticket stand. Look for purple."

That... was unusual. He wondered what had been going on in the weave of causality to require this to happen, but he would have to prepare nonetheless. This implied the other person was expecting someone.

He prepared a formal suit and gathered his grimoire before choosing a car to drive to the opera house. He blared the jpop and peeled out with a screech, using his grimoire to navigate through the ensuing chaos of his usual driving and not watching the road. As the chaos unfolded around him, he skid to a spin into the parking space. No damage.

He got out and tossed his keys away where they landed on the tray of a passing valet. Then he approached the first major sight of purple he saw.

And recognized the woman. Adam's former wife. "Eve. This is a surprise."

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🌹- @alattecaffeine

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Baal stared down at the imp while he sipped at a paper cup of coffee. It wasn't bad at least. This was ridiculous. Who was this little creature where someone thought someone like him would spend such valuable time with?

It wasn't that he hadn't had imps before, keeping lesser hellborn around for the occasional fling was something a lot of royals did behind closed doors. Maybe this was someone in his household thinking he needed to just unwind for a while and grabbed the nearest single commoner with promises of... whatever.

"What did you say your name was?" The old king asks the imp with a bored tone.

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( From Monty haha )

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This was either a mistake or a jest. Either that or whomever insisted to Duedephelon to try this 'blind date' custom did not know his interests. He expected to not recognize whom he was being paired with but something about this individual felt... strange. He couldn't quite tell what though.

"May I request to know who you are? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?"

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🌹 (For Athena and Vassago)

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There he was. Just as planned.

Athena let her mind linger on the image of Prince Vassago as he finally arrived right where Daddy's grimoire said he would be today. One letter, that was all it took to get him to be here for an 'urgent matter' here at a nice cafe that sometimes was used for casual outings but also sometimes for clandestine meetings.

She had to focus. Think about where they are, when they are, and which of the moving images was the one she needed- provided it was the real one anyway.

Reality was hard. Most people didn't realize that.

Finding the correct pathway, Athena glided up to the prince and gently wrapped her hands around his arm and nodded to a passing worker. "We're ready for our table." She singsongs.

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🌹 (For Via)

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There was just a few more of Mother's errands to do. Despite his new semi-royal status, Duedephelon found he had more time to focus on these small things rather than less. It was still strange having people to do menial chores for him. He did wonder what this meant for how he would change as time went on. Octavia was certainly one who was used to being provided for, though he suspected Mother had plans to ensure he would not give in to laziness.

The final errand seemed to be to head to an ice cream shop- one that catered to the upper class and had a non-dairy faire that demons like him could actually eat. She often capped off these with some sort of treat or reward for the hard work.

He walked up to the shop and froze when he saw his wife seemingly waiting there. With a similar list also written in Jillian's hand.

He immediately put two and two together and sat down. "Octavia? I have a strong suspicion that my mother has schemed to force us to take a day off."

[stuckstucktrolls]

an irritable fuchsia who's just returned to alternia from the fleet. condescending, kind of bratty, but not entirely terrible and really just doesn't know how to act. horribly cynical and expects everything to go the worst way possible.

Circin sat down at the bar where he was supposed to meet his blind date. He only knew the troll was fuchsia, had a bad attitude about things and that they were a fellow Fleet member. He wasn’t certain he could take on a fuchsia of all trolls in pitch but maybe they’d find something they could verbally spar about. Or if that wouldn’t work they could try finding an auspice?

He quickly typed up a message to tell them he was there.

“MN: ^o I’m here. ^o I’m at the bar in a violet hoodie. ^o Can’t miss me unless you went to the wrong bar.”