#pandemoniumstart

[fionashq]

          “i do feel like this place is getting more interesting.” it was a statement, not said in either a positive or negative way. the premises did make her feel quite uneasy but her eccentric and erratic nature did a job job of protecting her from the darkness of pandemonium. fiona had a job to do, a calling that she just couldn’t shake. the ghosts had certainly grabbed her attention as she had passed one day, their presence booming and causing an emotional reaction in her; she knew then that she had to do something. humming lightly to herself, she closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them and turning towards the person next to her. “don’t you think it’s very strange? i have to say, it’s weirdly harmonious considering but they could definitely profit from serving quite a few different herbal teas.” fiona was difficult to read at times but one thing was for certain, she always had good intentions.

[elijahnsfw-blog]

“Aw. leaving so soon ??” Elijah reported, putting on a mock hurt, as if someone else wouldn’t be in the same place as the other in a matter of hours. Still, keeping them around would make it easier. Elijah wouldn’t have to go back to the bar and search for fresh bait. “Just one round is all I get - I’m hurt.”

[darknecessitiex-blog]

    。·ﾟﾟ* your typical night, your typical crowd - kasdeya almost wanted to sigh into her fourth bloody mary. but she would never, because no one was allowed to see her falter in anything, not for even half of a second. she was better than that, so instead one side of that mouth was pulled up into a ghost of a grin, an eyebrow raising so follow suit. someone was STARING at her, she could feel the weight of someone’s concentration on her skin. her posture didn’t change, but her face could be seen by the person next to her as she peered from behind her shoulder, her face halfway shadowed in the crimson light. ❝ –– is there something i can assist you with, sweetheart? ❞

[ossatvre]

Stores were fascinating subject to study, aisles upon aisles of mass-produced products-- most of which, in Metatron’s opinion, looked the same but were, apparently produced by different groups of humans. Plucking two jars of honey off a self, the archangel tried to imagine just how a human in this day and age went about purchasing anything. Did they stand here and read each and every label, or did they simply go with the jar that had the most eye-catching label? Or maybe it was the price tag? Metatron noted the tags, bending over slightly to examine each label a little closer.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone in the aisle, his ass had accidentally bumped into someone, startling the divine being. “Ah, apologies,” he yelped, stumbling into the shelving as he attempted to vacate human’s space. The shelving groaned, not being able to bear sudden force his strength, and soon it was tumbling back, crashing into the shelves of the aisle behind it, products crashing to the ground as it brought that one down too. “Oh no!”

The towering blond flinched at each subsequent crash, the sound of metal and glass shattering on the floor pierced his ears. It took a few moments before things finally stilled, patrons and employees eyes slowly finding their way to him, the cause of the sudden mess. “I...” Metatron fidgeted in place, gesturing with a finger towards the wreckage.  “I'm not entirely sure how that happened. I just-- um. Oops?”

[oswinpls-blog]

“I’ve never gambled before today and after losing forty dollars to that damn wheel, I doubt I ever will again !!” Oswin muttered to the person next to her, before taking a sip of her expensive wine. “Honestly, where’s the fun in throwing your money away and not getting anything in return ?? I just don’t get it.”