#cherribcmb

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @cherri-bcmb​

“I want to know what happened to you to end up in that situation, Miss Cherri.” Don’s stoic eyes went over to her robotic arm to observe the fingers twitching out of sync for a moment.

“Just answer that, no gold stars or anything of that accord.”

[dark-ambition]

@cherri-bcmb continued from X.

“Hmph. I am of royalty, here in Hell, thank you very much. I am Princess Stella, born to one of the high echelons of Princes and Princesses of the Ars Goetia, and I can assure you that I am not one to be trifled with, before you happen to get any ideas within that pretty little head of yours.” She narrows her eyes down toward the sinner with a faint huff, but having to admit that being treated with such vulgarity wasn’t as taxing as it normally would be. This little thing was rather cute, after all. “As for my reputation, I can assure you that any attempt you may have at soiling it will be in vain. They wouldn’t dare earn my ire.”

[mother-of-spiders]

@cherri-bcmb continued from X.

There was a moment where the few demons who were standing at the entrance to his club all but screamed as the glitter smoke bombs went off, and began to ran wild all over the streets, fleeing in terror from what was obviously going to turn into an explosive fire fight. The spider moves to glance around at the thick, red clouds of smoke, letting out a sigh as he shakes his head. “You rookies got no fucking sense left in your damn heads, do ya? Can’t even recognize who you’re standing in front of anymore…” He takes one last puff of his cigar before he moves to toss it behind his head, the smoke billowing out from his teeth as his mandibles chitter, and with a flick of his wrist, a fancy, gilded whip appears in his upper left hand, a coil of what looked to not be leather, but instead links of sharp, jagged metal, clutched in his right.

“Alright, dollface. I’m gonna give you about ten damn seconds to get the hell out of my sight before I decide to make you blind and mute.”

[mother-of-spiders]

💝 mentor/mentee @cherri-bcmb

((OOOOOOOH, yes, yes, absolutely. Absolutely would love to do something like this with your Cherri, abso-fucking-lately!))

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @cherri-bcmb​

“... I apologize for my words, then... I’m just trying to support you, Miss Cherri... You’re right that I don’t know you all the way... Perhaps that’ll change with time.”

For now, Don would respect her personal space, to help her when she asks for it.

“But... You’re never a lost cause, no matter what.”

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @cherri-bcmb​

Don had to be prepared for anything, always alert and on guard, no matter what.

Of course, his reflexes was often a tad delayed when his mind was deep in thought... Which resulted in what happened to him today.

“!” Cherri’s forceful tackle had knocked the hotel guard off his feet and nearly slammed into the ground face-first... If he didn’t catch himself with his hands and rolled into the tackle, turning to grab Cherri by her arms so she was the one on the ground back-first.

“... Impressive tactic, Miss Cherri... You know you can just ask me if you wanted a friendly spar, right?”

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @cherri-bcmb​

He knew that everyone would look at the scar that was a sign of how he died, it was unavoidable unless he covered it.

The hotel guard felt Cherri’s lone eye on his scar, only for him to see her avert her gaze when he spotted her doing so.

“... It’s how I died... Helps me to blend in with our fellow sinners so they don’t mistaken me as a mortal living ‘human’ that somehow ended up in Hell.” Don spoke up, trying to shove back the trauma revolving around his death in his mind.

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @cherri-bcmb​

“Alright, just thought you wanted to rest after being on your feet all day, Miss Cherri... I’ll respect your choice.”

The hotel guard was just being respectful to Toni’s ally and friend, despite her reputation, she was someone he could respect because of the spider demon.

“What brings you here to the hotel? Are you looking for Toni?”