#darkflamegods

[osha-cafeteria-worker]

A woman with ram horns and a face hidden under peculiar, familiar, shadow and a mask rises from behind the counter. She tilts her head and puts a gloved hand on said counter. They speak in Mike's voice, "Hello? Is this where Mother directed me?"

-@darkflamegods, The Devout

"Oh, are you Dust's kid? You have kind of similar vibes about you."

Mike gestures to the Devout from the counter.

"Come on in, I'll make you a burger."

[osha-janitor]

Hey wait. Kishar hasn't seen that shadow person before! She's dressed in black and green ornate clothes, has ram horns, and a chocolate bar in their not-fire hand. Wonder if it knows the other shadow people Kishar's met?

-@darkflamegods, the darkest devout

Kishar blinks, trying to remember if they've seen anyone who looks similar to the new shadow person, but they can't quite place the stranger's appearance. May as well introduce themself, then.

"Ah, Hello! I Do Not Believe We Have Met Before?"

[nightmare-party-prince]

During one of his runs through the woods, Epiales finds a shade. One that has probably not met him, though he knew a version of it that didn't like being near him.

It is stretched into a large form, with ten limbs, and a mane like smoke. It is staring into the sky, towards the moon and the stars. It doesn't have eyes, though, so what it is looking towards is unknown. It's standing with some of its limbs holding it up on a tree, with a spiny tail wrapped around itself and the trunk.

-@darkflamegods, Dust

"Oh, be still my heart," Epiales mumbles to himself, "What manner of beauty is this..."

Epiales straightens up and approaches the being. "Hello there, darling, my name is Epiales. What brings somebody like you out here in a dark forest so late?"

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

A deep shadow grows in a darkening corner of the CrowBar, before emerging as an inhumanly tall demon-esque figure draped in skin and scale of darkest shade. It has clothing too, a jacket and some pants that almost obscure the claws on its feet. It walks over to the bar, tucking its feathered wings behind its back as the claws click against the floor. It sits down and waits about three seconds before pulling out a knife to fiddle with. The knife looks fairly intricate, with the blade's metal seeming to be a liquid tucked into place, with small purple rubies dotting the grip almost like constellations. The being is poking the blade every so often, causing rippling effects across it.

-@darkflamegods, dust

"Hey." Ere stands in front of the new customer while drying glass. "Weapons are prohibited from being out. You may carry it with you if you so desire but it mustn't be drawn. After you've put that away, you may order."

While she's not currently in her default goddess form, she still remains just as terrifying to witness. It's a slight warning, the way she cuts her eyes towards them. Despite having no irises nor pupils, the newcomer can feel the intensity of her gaze set on them.

[osha-janitor]

Shadows climb up Kishar's back, bending around to the front like arms. And then they twist, like the unlight of a dream, and Dust has formed, clinging onto their back like a draped blanket. It's surprisingly light, perhaps because shadows do not weigh much. Kishar can see and feel that it's wearing a nice wool dress-top with crimson sleeves. The shadow rests its head against their's, and its bronze wolven mask is on; probably meaning it just got back from a hunt. "Hhheeeyyyyy..."

-@darkflamegods, dust

*Kishar hums, in a clearly affectionate manner, making no attempt to get Dust to let go*

Hello Dust! It Has Been A While, I Am Glad To See You! Are You Comfortable There?

*They smile, softly, staying still so Dust isn't moved too much*

[osha-janitor]

Kishar is doing janitor mop broom, when they notice an old purple man walking through the hall. He is walking with an ashwood staff, and is dressed in grays with crimson and blue accents.

This would likely not be very noteworthy, or at least interesting enough for it to pause their job, except for the age hanging in the air around him, and Dust's shadows fading from around them.

-@darkflamegods, Ash

*Kishar is not a usually hostile or rude person, but this stranger just... has vibe to them that Kishar finds themself uncomfortable with. They busy themself with their tasks, choosing to pretend the stranger doesn't exist.*